The Angelica Tales Pt. 1 By Samantha Burnett
--- This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Reluctance, CFNF
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There are those kids who feel entitled, and those who actually are. Children of the 1%. Angelica Boucheron was definitely in that category. Born in extreme wealth, she hadn't had a life like most girls. She could hardly recall living in one place for more than two months, because her parents were always traveling for work, or "maximizing" as they called it, and now, at the age of 16, Angelica wasn't allowed to live on her own yet. Not that it would have made much of a difference. Often times, she didn't see her father or mother for days. Angelica didn't know any better. She was raised mostly by Erin, who was both her nanny and her private tutor, and traversed with the family wherever they went.
Angelica was a celebrity. Not that she possessed any particular skills, but next to having been born in the Boucheron family, which automatically put her in the spotlight from day one, she had caused a few stirs in the media as well. She had publicly called out a talkshow host for being homophobic, which had earned her much praise in the LGBTQ community ever since. Angelica was openly gay, and many girls saw her as a role model, helped by her stunning looks, the glamour surrounding her, and her being vocal about it and having zero tolerance for any sort of homophobia, made her a constant source of interest for fans and journalists.
But Angelica was probably not the greatest role model to have. The fact was, she was a narcissist, just like a her mother, even though Angelica would probably try to choke anyone who accused her of showing any resemblance to her mother. She hated her. To Angelica, her mother was that one person who kept nagging her about having to work on her "brand", and also the one who had forced her to go into therapy after she had gotten out of rehab a second time. That was another thing that didn't make Angelica a perfect role model. Her continuous substance abuse. Two weeks after the last time she got out of rehab, one tabloid had managed to take a picture of her taking drugs once again at a club, and ever since, both her mother and the media just would not get off her back about it. She dealt with these little crises the only way she knew how: staying inside most of the time, and ignoring her mother's text messages.
One of Angelica's biggest problems was boredom. She spent most of her life either alone or surrounded by people sucking up to her, and had to constantly come up with things to keep herself entertained. Not having a permanent place of residence did not help establishing longer term friendships either. But one thing had provided a solution to her boredom on many occasions. Sex. Angelica was as addicted to sex as she was to alcohol and drugs. She needed it. Most of all, she needed the thrill. She wanted to try everything. She manipulated people, coerced people, only for that reason. Porn streaming sites were a major source of inspiration for her, and whenever she had discovered something new, she just had to try it. Extending her wardrobe and toy collection with whatever she saw. Sensual encounters with shy girls her own age where she had made those girls do whatever she had in mind. Seducing older women to please her, unable to resist the young beauty's tactics. She loved messing with those women who were close to her mother. Call it revenge, or whatever it was to Angelica.
Most people who had met Angelica while she was hunting would call her intimidating. Unpredictable. Manipulative. At one moment cold, at another devilishly seductive. She had been called sadistic. Pure evil, even. Getting attached to her was the worst idea. As effortlessly as she wound someone around her finger, she'd just as easily leave them for dead. Erin, her tutor and probably the only person she respected somewhat, had tried to tell her that this wasn't a good way to treat people. That she might hurt them. But Angelica had shrugged. She didn't see anything wrong with it. It might be because she didn't know all that well how affection worked, or she might have been unable to reason about the impact her deeds had on others. In any case, if something really became a problem, it could be solved by money anyway.
Angelica usually stayed at luxurious hotels or resorts, where the Boucheron family and their whole staff were living for as long as was needed, which was usually determined by when the business Angelica's father was dealing with was going to be finished.
That Wednesday morning, Angelica felt inspired. She had noticed a very interesting specimen among the cleaning staff just yesterday, and it fit perfectly with a porn plot she had seen recently where a cleaning girl had had sex with the lady of the house. Although in the case of Angelica, things were probably going to be different. She always wanted more. Edgier. Messier. More thrills. And she had seen it in the cleaning woman's eyes. She was not the subservient type she usually ran into. There was fire behind those eyes. And that was exactly what Angelica wanted at that moment. She just had to make the fire come out.
Usually, when the cleaning staff arrived around 10:30 and Angelica was still in her room, Angelica let them come in regardless. She didn't care having the cleaning staff around with whatever she was doing, even if that involved them seeing her in any state of undress. The moment they managed to take a picture of Angelica, they'd be bombarded with lawsuits, and they knew it. The family reputation proved to be a very effective way to make sure the hotel staff was always very discreet.
What she was hoping for, was that particular woman coming over to do the daily cleaning of the room that morning. Every three days, there'd be three people coming over to clean out the whole suite, but on normal days, only the basics were cleaned, which was carried out by one person. She needed this woman alone.
Angelica was prepared. She knew how to impress, and this was the time to make an impression. She was freshly showered and groomed, but instead of regular clothes, she was wearing a very short silky pink robe which was tied in the front, a red, very skimpy thong under it, and a pair of very high heeled, open toe Louboutins from her enormous shoe collection. She was just taking care of the final preparations for her plan as she then heard the knock on the door. "Cleaning service," a voice on the other side could be heard.
Angelica strutted towards the suite's door, and opened it slightly, peeking to see who it was. Today was the day. It was her.
"You can come in.." Angelica said, as she opened the door further, revealing her seductive outfit as she did and stepped aside to let the woman with her cart in.
The cleaning lady, a black, somewhat chubby woman in what seemed to be her mid forties, discreetly looked away on seeing the beautiful rich girl dressed like that. Standing on her high heels, Angelica was even slightly taller than her. Angelica didn't mind the lack of attention, her time would come. She visited the bathroom for a bit more freshening up, and then walked back into the suite, where the cleaning lady was making the bed.
Then, with her eyes set sharply on the lady, she walked directly towards her, and stood just a little bit too close to her while she was adjusting the sheets, her heels not making any noise on the high pole carpet as she walked.
"I've noticed a stain in the carpet," she then said, her typical voice crystal clear, articulating every syllable as she always did. Some people, especially those who had run into her at a bad time, probably still got chills down their spine when they only imagined her voice.
The cleaning lady seemed stung like a bee, not having noticed how Angelica had sneaked up behind her, but seemed to contain herself as she stood up straight and looked into Angelica's icy blue eyes.
"Where is it?"
"Right there. Next to the night stand. You should take a look."
Angelica wasn't one to argue with. Nor was any rich client of the hotel, but she had a talent to sound extremely demanding.
The cleaning lady then turned, and took a few steps towards the wall, inspecting the floor.
"I don't see a stain," the cleaning lady remarked.
"Well maybe you should look closer," Angelica's voice shot back immediately.
The woman clearly hesitated, and it didn't go by unnoticed by Angelica. That was the fire she was looking for. She struggled with authority, that was perfect for what she wanted.
But the woman was smart enough to not go against the Boucheron girl, and whether she liked it or not, she bent her knees and knelt down on the floor, trying to take a closer look to find the stain the rich girl was talking about.
"I'm sorry, but I still don't see a stain," she said.
Angelica walked closer, until she was standing right next to the woman, her red toe nail peeping through the front of her expensive shoe.
"Maybe you should look closer," Angelica repeated, in that ever serious tone, although the taunting intent cut right through it.
The woman's blood was probably boiling already, and her hesitation was evidence of it. That bullying young girl standing over her, clearly humiliating her. There was very obviously no stain.
But sure enough, after another few seconds, the woman bent even further down, studying the carpet as if there must be some microscopic stain bothering the girl.
"I do not.. see.. any stain," the woman then said, speaking slower, and the fury dripped from her voice.
For a few seconds, there was silence. Then a few hundred dollar bills floated down to the floor, right beside Angelica's right foot, onto the carpet.
"Then I think you made it go away, and you deserve a reward," Angelica said.
The cleaning lady slowly looked up, along Angelica's long, smooth legs, and while there had been frustration in her eyes before, now that frustration was mixed with confusion. Surely the girl was pulling some prank, or setting her up.
"I can't accept that," the woman finally said, suspicion in her eyes.
"Yes you can. You pick it up, and put it in your pocket, and it's yours. It's very easy."
Angelica knew perfectly well that for this woman, this was a pretty generous tip. To herself, it was hardly change. But she wasn't completely ignorant as to how the financial hierarchy worked.
"Try it," she encouraged.
Finally then, the cleaning lady picked up all three hundred dollar bills, and slowly put them in her pocket. At least she got something out of being bullied by that rich little bitch.
"But you can only keep it if you find the other half, or else I'll have to tell your boss that you've accepted gifts," Angelica smirked. She loved to scheme.
The cleaning lady's eyes shot fire. What she had suspected only for a moment was now actually happening, and she had fallen for it. Yet, she knew very well that if Angelica actually told her boss that she had received gifts, she was definitely going to be fired, on the spot.
"Do you want to know where the other half is?" Angelica then looked down on her. Her smirk was gone, but her tone revealed that she was still very pleased with herself, her articulation probably infuriating the cleaning lady even more.
"Mhm.." the cleaning lady mumbled, not trusting this situation at all.
Angelica paused. Seeing that woman suffer, hope, oh, it was entertaining. But it wasn't her goal. Her goal was to let the fire burn.
"It's in my panties," Angelica then said with a dead serious face.
The cleaning lady wasn't having it. But what was she going to do? She looked as if she was sure she was being set up again, in yet another cruel way. The girl couldn't be serious.
"You don't believe me?" Angelica said, her tone cold, while looking down on the older woman sitting on the floor.
"I'm not.. sure I can believe you," the woman carefully responded.
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"I'm not calling you a liar."
"Not believing me is the same as calling me a liar."
The woman didn't know how to argue with the fierce young girl who'd be able to ruin her job in minutes.
But Angelica wasn't planning on having her fired. Whle looking down on the woman, that same cold stare on her face as when she had just accused the woman of calling her a liar, she reached down and untied her pink, short robe. The soft fabric fell to the sides, revealing the sides of her bare breasts while just covering her nipples, but more importantly, her scandalously small red thong was revealed. The front of the thong was too small to conceal the three hundred dollar bills stuck into them. The woman just stared, in disbelief.
"Why don't you get up and collect your reward," Angelica said.
The woman hesitated again, but then seemed to realize she had no choice, while she was deeply confused about what was happening, and still very cautious about yet another trap. She got up on her feet slowly, then stood in front of Angelica, eye to eye. And that's when Angelica was sure of it. The fire was still there. This woman wasn't going to break. She loved it.
"Come get it.." Angelica's voice then sounded softer, but no less taunting.
The woman shook her head just slightly, hesitated another few seconds, then reached out to the tip of one of the bills, as if carefully approaching an object that might be hot. But that wasn't how Angelica had it in mind.
"You can only reach inside to get them," Angelica said as she gently pushed the woman's arm away.
The woman stared into Angelica's eyes, and for the first time, there was some actual despair.
"Please don't play games with me," she looked serious while she said it.
"You should hurry up, or it will be gone. And your job too," Angelica answered, ever so cold.
The woman's despair was replaced by some mix of frustration and courage, and then, despite her understandable reluctance, she reached out to the front of the girl's very skimpy thong, and finally slid her fingers inside the front of that small thong.
Angelica opened her mouth while holding her breath, enjoying the feeling of those fingertips against her mound, while the woman struggled slightly to fetch the three bills from her thong that way.
With that suspicious look still on her face, as if Angelica could grab the money from her hand at any time, she put the bills in her pocket, while Angelica kept staring at her.
"Are you sure you took it all? Maybe you should check if there's more.." she then said, taking a step closer towards the woman, not because she wasn't in reach already, but purely to provoke her.
By then, the woman was starting to realize that the teen in front of her had actual sexual intentions, even though she still seemed overwhelmed by the girl's behavior. But at the same time, she was drawn to her, to the open offer to touch the gorgeous girl's pussy, despite her attitude. Or maybe even because of her attitude.
Angelica noticed the renewed confidence in the woman's eyes, as she then reached her hand towards Angelica's crotch a second time, and much to Angelica's approval, slid her fingers back into the front of that red, small thong.
The woman knew perfectly well that there weren't any more bills to be found, it was impossible to hide something else in that small piece of fabric. No, the intent seemed clear, even though she was still cautious about how Angelica would react when she awkwardly started rubbing her smoothly shaven, sticky labia inside her panties with her index and middle finger. But that did not seem to be a problem. Angelica sighed, and the arousal could be read on her face. She loved it.
The two stood there for probably half a minute, close to each other, with the much older black woman slowly rubbing inside the teen girl's panties.
But that wasn't all that Angelica wanted. No, her plan covered more, and she was going to get what she wanted. She had it all thought out. Or at least to a certain extent.
"Do you think I'm bad?" she then asked, while the arousal could be heard in her voice for the first time.
The woman was immediately on guard again, despite her having her hand inside the teen's panties. She had been messed with enough for one day.
But she had underestimated how impatient Angelica could get when she was aroused. There was actual frustration on the teen's face as then, out of the blue, she reached up and firmly smacked the woman's face, and the woman withdrew her hand from Angelica's panties immediately.
"Answer the question," she elaborated, with a tone that seemed downright agitated.
The woman was not amused, to say the least. She wasn't the type to be bossed around in the first place, but getting physically attacked by some rich girl was a sure way to upset her. Yet, she was too conscious of how many problems she could cause for herself if she showed her anger.
"Yes I think you're bad.." she then said while looking into Angelica eyes, and the expression on her face showed that she was genuinely frustrated, upset, her voice low, almost threatening, even though she knew who really was in charge.
"Do you think I need a lesson?"
"Mhm.."
"You'll get another reward if you teach me a lesson," she said, still teasing the woman.
But the woman started to realize more and more what sort of game this girl was playing. It probably didn't even matter by then if she'd cross a line. If the girl wanted her fired, she could easily make it happen anyway. And the girl herself had crossed many lines by then.
"How much," the woman then asked, again with more confidence in her tone, as if she understood the transaction. She was going to get paid for revenge..?
Angelica then reached behind, to her lower back under the robe, and pulled out a few bills that she had stuck within the waistband of the thong. But instead of giving them to the woman, she held them up high, and with a provoking look in her piercing blue eyes as she looked into cleaning lady's eyes, she let the bills drop to the floor, not even looking at them as the bills floated down. The woman looked at the bills. Another three hundred dollar bills? But Angelica didn't stop there. Again she reached back, and with that same insolent stare, she repeated the process. And again. Until there were about ten bills on the floor.
The woman looked down, then up to the girl again, then down again, trying to collect her thoughts. This girl was dead set on provoking her until she was going to get her lesson. And Angelica had done very well both in calculating the woman and accumulating some serious rage.
"Are you done.." the woman then said, this time a more confrontational tone in her voice, threatening even, while now she herself got another step closer to Angelica, her clothes touching Angelica's barely dressed body.
But Angelica didn't stop. She couldn't. She loved driving this woman crazy.
"Do you think I'm bad..?" she asked once again, seemingly not at all intimidated by the woman now literally standing against her.
The woman snorted, and suddenly, she reached up and grabbed Angelica's long blonde hair firmly at her scalp, pulling her head back. Angelica sighed, but with the sigh came a devious smile. She was reaching her goal.
"Take of them panties," the woman said, sounding calm but insistent this time.
Angelica, while her head was tilted back by that firm grip on her hair, reached down to her skimpy red thong, hooked her thumbs under it, and pulled it down, her current posture preventing her from pulling them all the way down, but managing to put her feet together and let the small thing slide down to her ankles, willingly stepping out of them. She loved how vulnerable it made her feel, doing this while this woman had her hair in a firm grip.
"Hands on the bed.." the woman then continued in that same tone, while pulling Angelica's head down forcefully.
No one would even think about getting away with something like this. But this woman had been given permission. And Angelica delivered on what she was asked to do. Being forced to put her hands on her king size bed, she didn't bend her knees, keeping them straight, causing her young, small naked butt to stick up, the short pink robe crawling up easily to her waist in this position as the woman finally let go of her hair. But Angelica wasn't done provoking. As if it was the most logical thing to do, she then parted her feet, intentionally offering herself in a very naked, inviting position, her legs, ass and pussy to be admired in all their naked glory.
The woman swallowed, but by now she was determined to get her revenge. She reached out towards the small, perfect ass in front of her, and kneaded Angelica's left cheek slightly, before giving it a casual, but pretty hard smack.
Angelica squirmed, not even because of pain, but because of joy. This was perfect. Someone who didn't even have to try, but smacked like that naturally.
The woman, despite wanting her revenge, was still testing the waters. This girl couldn't just be trusted, she was very aware of that. She kneaded Angelica's other cheek this time, again followed by a firm smack. Only when she didn't hear any real protest from the rich beauty, she started to spank the teen rhythmically, alternating between her cheeks.
"Harder," Angelica then hissed, as she then brought one of her hands down in between her legs, and without any inhibition, her carefully manicured fingernails could be seen rubbing in between her legs.
The woman immediately followed up on how Angelica encouraged her, and the next few slaps really stung, leaving a pink mark on the teen's cheek. Angelica only revelled in it, and started to masturbate furiously. That was, until the woman decided differently.
"Stop touching yourself."
"No, I want to."
Angelica made no effort to remove her hand, and simply kept touching herself. The woman was once again astonished by how difficult this girl was, how she was challenging her with every opportunity, and even made it seem as if it was something completely natural for her to do. But it was exactly that what she wanted revenge on, that entitled, disrespectful attitude.
Angelica felt the woman's strong hand around her upper arm, gripping her tightly.
"Get the hell up, and on your knees.."
Angelica was forced to finally remove her hand from between her legs, but didn't like it at all. Not that she was protesting. She still loved how she was being treated, how she had made that woman treat her. Her face was flushed with arousal as she then got on her knees next to the bed, while the woman sat down on the recently made up bed, and reached out to Angelica, once again grabbing her hair in a tight bundle, forcing Angelica to look into her eyes.
"You think it's funny? Disrespecting me like that?"
Angelica might not even have a clue what exactly the woman was referring to, but she was definitely up for playing this little game.
"Yeah.."
"Oh you think so?"
"Mhm.."
What followed was a smack in her face that was as hard as she had just been spanked on her ass. Angelica gasped, as her cheek was burning. She hadn't expected this at all. But the wide grin that followed made the woman feel as if she was still being mocked. In a moment of blind fury, she dished out an even harder slap on the same cheek, which she regretted as soon as she saw a tear running down Angelica's cheek. But at the same time, there was still that almost psychopathic smirk.
"Do it again.." Angelica whispered.
The woman didn't dare to. She did not intend to actually damage the girl. She'd have to invent something else, something safer.
The woman ignored Angelica's request, but instead pulled her head towards the floor, where the hundred dollar bills were still scattered.
"Pick them up."
But just as Angelica reached out and picked up some of the bills she had so provocatively dropped on the floor before, she was corrected by yet another firm smack on her now half exposed ass.
"With your mouth." The woman sounded stern.
Angelica grinned once again, and brought her face all the way down to the floor, causing her butt to stick up all the way in that position. Once she managed to take one of the bills in between her lips, she wasn't sure what to do with it.
"Here, on the bed," the woman instructed her, tapping next to her on Angelica's bed.
Angelica dropped the bill on the bed, and moved on to the next one, with her jaw still burning. Meanwhile, the woman was tugging on the pink satin robe she was wearing, exposing her back.
"Take this off, come on," her voice was getting more pushy.
Angelica quickly sat up, and removed the silky robe, dropping it on the floor, but just as she wanted to look the woman in her eyes as she sat there, completely naked except for her expensive high heels, she received a firm smack on her ass.
"Get your lazy ass back to work."
Angelica loved every second of it. No one usually ever dared to treat her like that, and for good reason. But she wanted it. Sometimes. On her conditions.
She continued to obediently pick up every bill, cheating slightly sometimes by using her hand to help the bill into her mouth when she didn't manage to pick one up. The woman didn't seem to mind, but instead dished out an occasional hard smack on the blonde's bare ass anyway.
"You still think it's funny disrespecting me?"
Angelica didn't answer this time, but kept doing her chore. The woman apparently thought the girl had learned her lesson.
"I thought so."
Angelica finally dropped the last bill on the bed.
"Now get the hell over my lap."
Angelica did not have a problem with that request at all, stood up, and draped herself over the woman's lap. But already with the first smack she received on her butt, she invitingly pushed up her butt, suggestively parting her legs while the woman kept spanking her. She was beyond horny.
"You need to fuck me," Angelica hissed.
Once again, the woman was astonished. This girl seemed completely hyper sexual.
"Well I didn't hear you say please." It was the woman's turn to taunt the teen, or at least, she thought it was, and followed up her words with another smack on the teen's small, pink butt.
But Angelica seemed in some sort of trance. She took one of her hands off the floor, and reached out towards the woman, towards the woman's face without even seeing what she was doing, and nearly poked into the woman's eye with her red fingernail.
"Fuck me," she hissed again.
The woman concluded that the girl hardly seemed susceptible to reason anymore, and she saw no other option than to give the girl what she apparently wanted.
The woman then ran her hand in between the beautiful teen's legs, brushing her fingertips against her damp pussy, and had no trouble dipping her finger inside the teen. She was soaking wet. At the same time, Angelica once again moved her hand in between her legs, and started playing with herself. This time, the woman didn't stop her.
"Deeper.." Angelica sighed, "fuck me deep."
The woman had no problem at all with that gorgeous blonde laying over her lap begging to be fucked. She swallowed as she started to fuck the teen's pussy deeper, rhythmically, and it didn't take long before one finger was joined by another.
"Like that.." Angelica squirmed, apparently satisfied.
Angelica kept playing with her clit furiously, while the woman now fucked her steadily with two fingers, the young blonde's thighs trembling at times.
"Tell me how bad I am," the teen's voice trembled as she told the woman what she wanted to hear.
"Oh you're very bad. You're disrespectful," the woman told her, and once again Angelica's thighs were trembling, holding still for a moment, and it seemed that she was about to cum.
"I think you need many lessons, with how disrespectful you are," the woman continued, feeding into what the girl apparently wanted, no, craved to hear.
Angelica then held her breath. She was there. She had arrived. She didn't make a sound, but her body trembled heavily on the cleaning lady's lap. This lasted for probably thirty seconds, until Angelica held still while letting out a deep sigh.
She stayed like that, draped over the woman's lap, motionless, until she then finally, slowly started to move, got up, and stared at the woman as if she barely knew who she was or what she was doing here. That icy stare that could make anyone feel uncomfortable, including the woman who had wanted her revenge.
"Is your face okay?" she then said, not really sure what to do next, but now worried to have actually inflicted some sort of damage.
Angelica just nodded.
"You can go now."
Once again, the girl didn't fail to surprise her. Just like that? She was dismissed?
"Alright.." the woman said, confused, not at all sure if they were still okay, but then noticing the small fortune on the bed again.
"I can still uh.. take this?" she then said, nodding at the bills on the bed.
"Yeah, of course," Angelica said after giving her a somewhat surprised look. It really seemed as if she did not care at all about any of what had just happened.
Angelica finally kicked off her heels, and walked towards her night stand, where her phone was. She tapped on it a few times, and handed it to the cleaning lady.
"You can give me your number."
She said it as if it was some sort of privilege, and honestly, it kind of was. Not many people had Angelica Boucheron's number. Nor did many people get to see her naked. And bent over. And got to spank her. And see her cumming.
The woman just nodded, and tapped her number into the teen's phone. "Tasha Davis", she entered as her name.
"For when you want more lessons..?" the woman grinned sheepishly, trying to make some small talk.
But the girl just looked at her with an icy stare, as if she didn't get what was funny. And small talk was not her thing.
"You can go now," she repeated, considering telling her that she was only sixteen years old if she didn't leave immediately, but fortunately for the woman, she didn't have to.