Chapter 2

Angelica did not look forward to the meet & greet she had agreed to participate in. It had only been after some pressure from her mother that she had given in. She was sick of the power her mother still had over her. Any time she wouldn’t budge, her mother brought up therapy sessions. “If you’re going to be like that, you can count on me pulling Jolene on board again,” her mother had sneered in a text. Jolene was the boring therapist she had had to spend two hours with every day because of her mother’s brilliant plan: introducing followup therapy after Angelica came out of rehab. It was the second time Angelica had been sent to rehab after all, and now she needed structural changes in her behavior. But Angelica’s mother being who she was, she didn’t care so much about her daughter’s drug use. She just wanted to be able to control her, which was why she started using the prospect of introducing Jolene again just to get her daughter to do what she wanted. And that meant that her daughter was going to work a lot harder on building out the Boucheron brand, instead of partying and lazing around.

And there she was. Fortunately she had made peace with today’s fate. Her mother’s management team had set up the meeting. Some girl who won some contest online or something. Angelica didn’t know the first thing about the contest. She just knew that she was participating in the meet & greet, and that she’d meet Evelyn, the lead of her mother’s management team, downstairs in the lobby of the hotel where the Boucheron family was living at that moment. It was only at the last minute that she found out that the “meet & greet” actually meant that she’d have to spend thirty minutes with the contest winner. Thirty minutes! Those assholes. What were they even going to talk about during that whole time? Angelica had no doubt Evelyn had kept those details back to get her to cooperate.

A small crowd had already gathered in the hotel lobby as Angelica then came out of the elevator, wearing a short designer white dress wrapping her delicious body perfectly, a nude colored pantyhose, and custom designed Louboutin high heels. Immediately faces were pointed in her direction. Whispers. Someone pointing. Was that her?

The icy stare in the gorgeous girl’s blue eyes, the way she walked, with a confidence that was often mistaken as arrogance, how she seemed to not notice anyone in the room and seemingly stared at nothing while making heads turn everywhere, there was no mistake that the star was in the house.

She found Evelyn, the blonde woman in her mid-forties, or as Angelica sometimes called her, “Miss Botox”, standing near the bar, and it was time to report for duty. A smile appeared immediately on Evelyn’s face, mostly because Angelica was on time and did not seem to be in the worst of moods even after her mother had pressured her to do this.

“There you are, you look great Angelica,” she sucked up to her, before immediately getting to business. She nodded in the direction of the small group of people. “You see the girl in the middle with the brown hair and the red sweater? That’s the one. Her name is Eve, she’s the winner.”

Angelica stared at the brunette. Half long hair, simple red sweater, red backpack, short denim skirt, white sneakers, assessing her quickly from the corner of her eye. Great, at least she seemed to have ... potential. Who carries a backpack though. Was she planning to go hiking after this?

“I just talked to her, she’s shy. The people with her are her family and some friends I believe, but you don’t need to talk to all of them, that would take too much time, and they didn’t win the prize,” she said, half jokingly, although Angelica didn’t perceive it as a joke. She wasn’t planning on talking to anyone else. “I suggest you take her to some private spot at the hotel bar here on the ground floor, you know where I mean, right? I’ll make sure there is staff serving.”

“Okay,” Angelica then said, somewhat absent minded, but confirming that she knew enough, and started to make her way towards the group of people while putting on her best professional smile, which hardly looked like a smile. It was a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes didn’t cooperate. All eyes were on her, and the group fell silent immediately as Angelica’s high heels clacked on the tiled floor as she came towards them.

Without paying attention to any of the other people in the group, Angelica’s eyes pinned on Eve’s, and she extended her hand as she stood in front of her, taller on her very high heels, although without them, they seemed about the same height.

“Hello, I’m Angelica Boucheron,” she said in her so very typical soft, but very articulate voice. It seemed completely redundant for her to introduce herself, including her last name, but that was how she had learned to introduce herself since she was a little girl, and this was how she still did it.

“I’m Eve- ... Eve Harper,” the beaming girl in the red sweater said, and it seemed as if her forehead was sweating a bit.

“Nice to meet you ... you can come with me,” Angelica said in her most professional voice, as she half turned. But some others in the group weren’t going to let this chance slide, or at least give it a shot.

“Can we get a selfie Angelica?” one spoke up. “Or an autograph?” someone added.

Angelica turned her face to the group, took a short look at them, perhaps trying to figure out how much effort that would be, but quickly made up her mind.

“Maybe later ... prize winners go first,” she said. “Come.”

“She said maybe she’ll come back...” one of them whispered excitedly as Angelica then walked off, with Eve following her.

She walked in front of Eve, her graceful strut followed by all the eyes in the now quiet group, leading the very excited Eve towards the hotel bar next to the lobby, where they’d have some privacy.

Eve didn’t even dare walking next to her it seemed, she stayed behind a few steps while Angelica walked towards a corner with two large leather lounge chairs, where she sat down, followed by Eve, after she had put her backpack on the floor next to the chair.

Immediately a waiter showed up, and asked what they wanted to drink.

“A ginger tea and ice water with lime,” Angelica said, and the waiter nodded. “Ma’am?” he then turned to Eve. Eve looked a bit helpless.

“You can order anything, they’ll make it. Maybe not alcohol ... how old are you?” Angelica assisted.

“Sixteen,” Eve said after grinning sheepishly.

“Can she get alcohol?” Angelica then asked the waiter with a serious face.

“I’m sorry...” the waiter responded with a smile.

Both Angelica and the waiter waited for Eve to make a choice. “Also a ginger tea please.”

“So tell me about yourself,” Angelica slowly crossed her right leg over the left, exposing even more of her slender leg, while her shoe swayed back and forth slightly.

Eve clearly felt very tense, and while she might have prepared a little something to share with Angelica, she seemed to have forgotten what to say.

“I run a Facebook page for you, a fan club,” she then blurted out. “It already has more than twenty one thousand followers,” she added proudly.

“Oh, is that right ... that’s very nice of you,” Angelica responded, trying her best to seem interested and appreciative. The truth was that she didn’t care one bit about popularity, she didn’t follow any trends, and whenever Evelyn would share news about how her socials were doing, she usually just shrugged. Her Insta was managed by Evelyn’s team, and sometimes they needed pictures, that’s all she knew. “What do you do there? Like what do you post...”

“Oh, you know, pictures of you most of the time. And like, trivia quizzes and stuff like that. Sometimes something from the news -” but Angelica interrupted her.

“What was the last trivia question?”

Eve seemed to gulp. She wasn’t sure if she’d look stupid if she’d tell Angelica what sorts of questions and answers she had thought of.

“Well it was...” she fidgeted, while the waiter was just putting the drinks in front of the two girls, and Eve discreetly waited until the waiter was gone, “well it was a bit silly...”

“I don’t mind. I can tell you if the answer was right.”

“Well the question was ... if you had ever dated a boy.”

Angelica smirked just slightly. This was at least somewhat fun.

“And what was the answer?” she asked Eve, now with an amused spark in her eyes.

“Well I, I couldn’t find anything about that ... so the right answer was no.”

Angelica looked at her, and Eve seemed to grow even more tense under Angelica’s scrutinizing.

“I have dated a boy once.”

“Oh, you have...?” Eve answered, seemingly a bit disappointed. Her trivia answer had been wrong.

“Yes, but he turned out to be gay. So I thought, maybe I should also try that,” she answered in a serious tone. Eve stared at her in disbelief, not sure if Angelica was joking or not.

“Really?”

“He was very gay.”

“No but I meant, that you also tried it then...”

“Oh. Well, no. But he did make me realize I had been staring at girls as long as I can remember. So it was a useful date.”

“Oh, heh,” Eve smiled awkwardly.

“Can I use that in my trivia?” she then asked in a more serious tone, a blush on her cheek.

“Sure...” Angelica answered, barely even interested, while studying Eve a bit more.

“Thanks,” Eve smiled, already pleased to have new material for her fan club page.

Angelica took a few sips of her ice water, before suddenly looking at Eve again, and caught her staring at her leg, or her foot.

“You like them?” she bluntly said.

“Huh?” Eve then said, her cheeks red as she looked into Angelica’s eyes again.

“My shoes, do you like them? Or were you staring at something else?”

“No, I mean, I wasn’t... “ her face flushed, “I meant I like your shoes.”

Angelica stared at her, and the machines of her evil mind were being put in motion.

“Do you want them?”

Eve grinned awkwardly, surely this was a joke. But there was no smile on Angelica’s face.

“What...?”

“Do you want my shoes...?” Angelica repeated, her tone dead serious, articulating even more than usual. Eve seemed confused, did Angelica actually want her to give her her shoes...?

“I- ... I mean, aren’t they super expensive...?”

“I don’t know, I never buy my shoes.”

“Oh, do you get them for free...?”

“I don’t know. I think it depends.” She genuinely didn’t know the answer to this question. Sometimes she went to a boutique and walked out with at least a pair of shoes, another time it was part of an outfit that was designed for her, there were all sorts of ways. Very rarely did she go into a shop and then hand her credit card over to the staff. Most designers were only hoping for the Boucherons to wear their things in public.

Angelica took a sip of the ginger tea, and it made Eve realize she still had her drink too.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not ... like, are you serious...?” Eve then carefully asked after taking another sip of her tea, and looking at Angelica, clearly nervous but wanting to make sure at least.

“Yes I am,” she said, without a hint of amusement in her eyes this time. “But I can’t give them to you here, or else I won’t have anything to wear,” she added after a slight pause.

Eve was still puzzled. Was she actually going to get Angelica’s shoes...? Which probably cost ... thousands...?

“So you will need to come to my room. And you have to earn them,” Angelica added.

Eve grinned, while the surprise on her face grew bigger and bigger.

“Go to your room?” she asked, as if suddenly it appeared that there were all kinds of bonuses included in the meet & greet. Was she going to see Angelica Boucheron’s room? This was even cooler than what she had been dreaming about!

“If you want my shoes.”

Eve just nodded, clearly excited about how this was unfolding. She had expected only some small talk with her idol, but there seemed to be much more.

Angelica then uncrossed her legs, and stood up straight, legs together, not caring about their unfinished drinks.

“Come...” she said, not even giving Eve another look, as she confidently made her way to the nearest elevator.

Eve rushed to fetch her backpack, and hurried after Angelica towards the elevator, as Angelica had already pressed for one. Once it arrived, both of them got in, and Angelica pressed a code to get to her suite. The elevator took off, and swiftly lifted the two to the 35th floor.

“This is really cool,” Eve blurted out, looking around in the elevator as if there was something magical about the box they were in. For her, actually being on her way to Angelica Boucheron’s suite had been unimaginable.

“What’s in the bag?” Angelica then asked.

“Huh?” Eve looked at her, as if she had forgotten there was a bag on her back. “Oh,” she smiled nervously, “well it’s something I wanted to ask you too, if it’s okay -” she seemed nervous again, “I wanted to organize a raffle for the Facebook club, so I brought a few pictures of you, and I thought that maybe if, if it’s okay, if you could sign them, then people would really like it,” she explained. “I also brought a marker,” she added.

Angelica nodded. A raffle. Was she a child or something? Didn’t she say she was sixteen?

“Maybe later,” she only answered, and Eve nodded, seemingly satisfied. It wasn’t a ‘no’ after all.

The elevator stopped at the 35th floor, and the door opened, leading to a hallway. The next door opened automatically, and Angelica walked in front, into her huge suite. It was how she lived. The Boucheron family owned a few permanent houses, but they were hardly ever there. The family followed wherever either Mister or Mrs. Boucheron needed to be for work, or as Angelica’s dad called it, “capital expansion”.

Walking into Angelica’s suite, there was a bar along a small kitchen, and further down was the lounging area, or living area, with a great view of the city through the top to bottom windows, and around the corner was Angelica’s bed, all in one space. The bathroom door was just around the corner of the entrance.

Eve looked around curiously, although she didn’t dare to go into the suite on her own, staying close to Angelica.

“Is this where you live...?” she asked, and perhaps she did believe it, she just didn’t believe she was actually here.

“Yes...?”

Eve nodded, looking around once again, towards the large windows of the lounge area, then to Angelica again.

“Just you or ... do other people live here too?”

Angelica wasn’t sure what to make of that question.

“Are there other people living in your bedroom?”

Eve grinned. “No,” she said, sheepishly.

Angelica then calmly walked behind the bar, opened the fridge under the bar, and before long, she was filling up two glasses of champagne. She always had a stash, even though it was difficult to arrange booze sometimes. Some among the hotel staff were either assholes, or her mom had once again explicitly instructed them to not give her alcohol. But at this place she knew a guy, so she had a stash. Sure, she had had to threaten him a bit, but it didn’t take that long before he budged.

“Do you have pictures of me in your room?” Angelica then asked, trying to imagine how far Eve was into this whole ‘being a fan’ thing.

“Yeah,” Eve said immediately, smiling.

“How many?” Angelica inquired, as she put the champagne back in the fridge.

“Oh, ehm. At the moment? Five. No, six.”

“What do you think about when you’re looking at them,” Angelica continued asking as she walked back around the bar with two champagne glasses filled to the rim.

Eve hesitated, an embarrassed look on her face. “I mean ... just about how fun you are, and how pretty you look.” She seemed to swallow her nerves. “Thanks,” she said as Angelica gave her a glass, not daring to ask what was in it, not at this moment anyway.

Angelica was starting to enjoy intimidating her lucky fan like this. It was one of her favorite things in the world: messing with people’s heads.

“Have you ever had fantasies about me?” she then asked, in a sharper tone.

Eve started to become even more nervous, as she took a quick sip from her drink, while Angelica calmly sat down on one of the stools at the bar, crossing her legs like she had done downstairs.

“Sometimes,” Eve admitted, not daring to lie, but immediately looking away.

Angelica didn’t say anything for a while, causing Eve to look at her to see the expression on her face. Had she said something wrong? Did her hero think she was a weirdo...?

“Have you ever fantasized about kissing me?”

Eve cringed slightly. Oh god. Where was she going with this? Should she lie?

“Yes,” she then said, with her face looking like a tomato. She didn’t dare to lie.

“How many times?” Angelica shot back at her, in an interrogative tone.

“Two or three times,” the poor girl answered, although Angelica suspected she was lying this time.

Angelica paused again, and she knew very well that those pauses were making it worse for the brunette who was still standing in front of her while she was sitting on the stool.

“What else did you fantasize about?” she inquired, before calmly taking a sip from her champagne.

Eve’s eyes darted around in the suite for a few seconds, as if she was trying to see if there was an escape.

“Hugging too,” she then answered, her voice slightly trembling, it proved to be very hard to lie to her hero. Angelica’s tone had a tendency to intimidate people in the first place, and even more so in a private setting asking questions like this.

“Is that so...” Angelica smirked just slightly. She was going to have some fun with this one.

“I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to,” Eve suddenly apologized, looking into Angelica’s eyes, a deep blush on her face, her eyes big.

This time Angelica could barely stop herself from grinning, something that probably did not happen more than a few times per year in the first place. This was pretty hilarious.

“Why would I not want you to?”

Eve stared at Angelica, as if she wasn’t sure she wasn’t tricked into giving some kind of wrong answer.

“If you think it’s weird,” Eve answered, insecurely. She sure as hell wasn’t going to tell the fan club about this conversation, their big leader having to confess to all these things to the one and only!

“Do you want to make me feel good?” Angelica asked after another intentional pause.

“Of course,” Eve nodded, perhaps assuming that she’d have to make Angelica feel better after the crazy things she had told her about what she had been thinking of in her room.

Angelica kept quiet once again, eyeing up Eve multiple times, squinting slightly, as if wanting to decide if this was the right moment to take things to the next level with her, admittedly cute, brunette fan. She decided that it was.

“You have to get on your knees,” Angelica said, as if she was explaining a rule of a game only she knew.

Eve looked puzzled, but not wanting to be difficult after the things she had confessed earlier, she bent through her knees already, no matter how awkward.

“Here, or...” she looked up, kind of expecting Angelica to join her there on the floor for some reason.

“Yes, here,” Angelica said decisively.

Eve’s knees then finally touched the floor, and she looked up at Angelica sitting high on her stool, her one Louboutin dangling not far from Eve’s nose. The look on Angelica’s face had changed. She was no longer just the ice queen. This was the look of the Angelica who’d control her object of arousal completely, an Angelica who wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

“Take my foot and kiss it,” she then said, that articulate tone cutting through the otherwise quiet space.

“I ... I mean...” Poor Eve could hardly make sense of it.

“You said you wanted to kiss me, didn’t you?”

Eve might have had the feeling that Angelica was trying to get her to do something embarrassing just to bully her, but Angelica was very serious. When Eve looked up into her eyes once more, she was greeted with that intimidating, icy stare, worse than her usual.

“Okay, ehm...” Eve then said, as she then nervously reached out, carefully took Angelica’s nylon clad ankle, and brought her foot towards her mouth, the Louboutin with the very high heel still on. Then, after looking up once again to see if Angelica wasn’t grinning and making fun of her, which she definitely was not, she bent her head slightly and placed a kiss on top of her idol’s foot, with her hand cupped around Angelica’s ankle, able to smell Angelica’s perfume, to almost feel her skin.

Angelica looked down, with a hint of a smirk around her lips.

“Another...” she said calmly, as she looked down on her little fan club boss.

With that deep blush still on her face, Eve bowed her head towards Angelica’s foot once again, and put another careful kiss there, before looking up to Angelica, too afraid of letting go of her ankle, or perhaps forgetting that she was still holding it.

“Did you like that?” Angelica said, while staring down on Eve.

The overwhelmed girl in front of the stool, still cupping Angelica’s ankle, just nodded.

“Do the other.”

Angelica patiently waited, as Eve then finally let go of her ankle, casually uncrossed her legs, and crossed them the other way, facilitating Eve to get to work on her other foot.

While visibly nervous, Eve did not seem reluctant, despite the crazy things Angelica requested her to do. Not in her wildest dreams would she have thought she’d once kiss Angelica Boucheron’s feet. The same Angelica she had plastered her bedroom walls with.

Carefully now lifting Angelica’s other ankle with her hand, this time she didn’t need instructions, and she even seemed slightly eager when she put another few kisses on top of her hero’s dainty, nylon clad foot, before looking up with her brown puppy eyes, as if she needed validation to know she did a good job.

“Do you like touching me?” Angelica then asked her, her critical gaze down on Eve.

“Yes,” Eve answered, clearly still insecure about all of this, but undeniably enjoying this somewhere deep inside, while sounding as if she needed to scrape her throat, but didn’t.

Angelica stayed quiet, and kept staring at Eve with her piercing eyes. Did Eve say something wrong? Something inappropriate? Had it been a trick question? Did she upset her? Should she apologize for what she just said?

“Go on then ... touch me anywhere you like,” Angelica then said.

Eve stared up in disbelief. She didn’t seriously just ... what did that even mean? But Eve didn’t get much time to think.

“Well? You don’t want to?”

“No I do, I...” Eve answered uncomfortably, still holding Angelica’s ankle, and then, feeling pressured, but wanting to at the same time, she reached out with her other hand, and stroked along Angelica’s calf.

“No,” Angelica interrupted, and Eve, shocked, immediately withdrew her hand, terrified of really having done something wrong this time.

“Just with your fingertips...” she corrected her.

Eve nodded. Yes, with her fingertips. More carefully, she reached out a second time, and then let her fingertips run softly over Angelica’s delicate pantyhose, still wary of another interruption, not daring to look up to Angelica. But there was no interruption. Did that mean she was getting the green light to touch her like this? And did she really say anywhere she liked? Surely she didn’t actually mean ‘anywhere’. She blushed again at the thought, but safely keeping the strokes of her fingertips under Angelica’s knee, up and down her calf.

“Don’t miss a spot,” Angelica then remarked critically.

Immediately Eve was triggered again, and started to make sure that she also ran her fingertips along Angelica’s shin, back to the top of her foot where she had kissed her before, along her ankle, but all safely under her knee.

Angelica then extended her other leg, and with the tip of her toe, she pressed against Eve’s shoulder, who looked up with caution in her eyes.

“The other too,” Angelica simply said.

Eve even managed to smile just slightly. That wasn’t a reprimand, that sounded like an encouragement to her. Was she doing a good job? She certainly did like her job.

Eve switched to Angelica’s other leg, and repeated the enjoyable process, softly, slowly running her fingertips along her idol’s lower leg, with a bit more confidence now.

“Higher too,” Angelica then instructed.

Did she really mean that she wanted her to ... it was hard to believe. But given how clear and impatient Angelica had been before, she knew better than to ignore the teen’s demand.

Carefully, still unsure whether this was actually what Angelica had meant, she let her fingertips run along her knee, and up, along the part of Angelica’s thigh that was visible under her white dress. That slim, smooth thigh, wrapped in sheer nylon, it was difficult to not get aroused. And to think this was actually Angelica Boucheron she was touching. Right in front of her eyes. This was so crazy.

Meanwhile, Angelica was getting more and more turned on. She loved those nervous touches almost as much as messing with her cute little fan’s head. She felt her body warm up, and had to try to resist the urge to immediately devour the poor girl who was still sitting in front of her, with that dorky backpack on her. But no, she was going to take some time with her prey.

Eve was a hard worker. Even while staying safely under the hem of Angelica’s dress, at least there she made sure she didn’t miss a spot she could reach, as if her fingertips were her brush, and Angelica’s gorgeous legs were her canvas. But the canvas was still very demanding.

“Don’t forget the other,” Angelica remarked, and the usual iciness in her tone seemed to have softened somewhat.

Eve made sure to comply to the wishes of her ultimate object of admiration immediately, and switched back to Angelica’s other leg.

After Angelica let Eve pamper her like that for another while, she then suddenly withdrew her leg. Eve respectfully let go, and watched as Angelica then slid off the stool she was sitting on, stood up straight, then turned around, parting her legs slightly, giving Eve a perfect sight on the back of her legs, accentuated even more by the high Louboutins, the shoes that she had been promised.

“Go on,” Angelica simply said, without looking behind her, once she had brought herself in position.

Eve wasn’t sure what to do at first, but figured she was expected to repeat the process from behind, and she was happy to do it. Hesitantly only for the first few seconds, she reached out to Angelica’s right leg again, and trailed her fingertips from Angelica’s ankle towards her knee, determined to make her goddess feel good again.

But it didn’t take long before Angelica then reached behind, and in a slow, but very sure motion, pulled her white dress up, inch by inch, exposing more and more of herself, up her thighs, and over her small, perfectly round butt.

Eve had trouble concentrating on what she was doing. Oh god, what was happening. Was she even allowed to look? But she had to peek again. Was Angelica not wearing any panties under her sheer pantyhose...? Oh jesus. She tried hard not to mind what Angelica was doing, and figured she’d just continue with her duty. But there was no dress anymore to mark the line. It was gone. But that didn’t mean ... Eve respectfully limited her light touches beneath where the dress used to be.

“I said anywhere,” she then heard Angelica’s voice, clearly impatient.

Eve quivered at the tone, and as if she had just gotten a small, encouraging electric shock, her fingers ran higher, hardly believing she was now trailing over Angelica’s butt. This was crazy. The idea sent a glowing feeling to her loins, as she used both hands to trail over Angelica’s perfect cheeks.

But for Angelica, it wasn’t enough. After maybe a minute of enjoying the brunette’s fingertips on her scantily clad butt, seemingly casually but so very clearly, she lifted her left foot, and with a clack of her high heel, put it down inches to the left, causing her thighs to spread more, at the same time bending slightly more and putting her hands on the bar in front of her to support herself. The pose was not just inviting, it was provocative.

“Stop being a prude...” she then said over her shoulder, her tone soft, but her words hitting Eve hard.

Eve felt overwhelmed once more. What did she mean? Was she actually suggesting that she was expected to ... but what if she wasn’t? What if she touched somewhere inappropriate and Angelica would scold her and she’d be kicked out of her room? No, no, she wanted to stay here forever.

Blushing deeply, not daring to ask anything, she then ran her fingertips towards Angelica’s inner thighs, carefully stroking her, expecting protest any second now. But Angelica didn’t protest. She sighed, and willingly remained in her position.