The money project

A hint of boredom and a whole lot of mischief.

"Klank klank klank."
The sound of my heels hitting the expencive marble tiled floor made my confidence boost, the familiar sound, ever since i was a kid, made me feel cool and older than i really was, something every thirteen year old needs to feel once in a while.

The smell of leather nearly enfulged me as i sat down on the sofa in the waiting room, pretending to be in a hurry. I did this a few times, put on my designer clothing, did my make-up and made my hair look nearly perfect, then walking down the streets of manhattan; arriving at some expensive five star hotel, pretending this is the norm, that i really do have money, and that i have some rich daddy arriving soon to take me shopping. However; i never expected someone other than me to be in this fantasy world.

"Excuse me miss, would you like a glass of champagne while waiting? On the house of course." I looked up at the nervous looking boy in front of me, quickly guessing he was about 16. summer job, i thought to my self. I smiled at him, that smile you see on magazines, or in interviews, the one that says "I like you, but don't make me not like you, i'm powerful" i guess someone would question me about how a smile can say that much, but i don't really care enough to answer. "Champagne sound great, Devin?" I answer, narrowing my eyes a bit while reading his name tag. He mumbles a "it's devon and the champagne will be here soon" and quickly runs of to where i'm guessing they keep their drinks. Poor devin, i feel your pain.

"You know, my friends and I always talk about how i apparently intimidate everyone who isn't upperclass, but i'm pretty sure you beat me easily." I turn my head slightly, expecting some middle-aged asshole who believes he can smooth talk me to bed with him, instead i find a greek god. I am going to be honest with you, i'm not the type of person to drool over a man just because he looks good, i will not in any way become flustered or awkward just because he gives me the bedroom eyes; it doesn't work. I laugh, that type of laughter that says "don't push it hun." I lift one of my eyebrows, a trick i spent weeks perfecting and wait for him to continue his sentence. "Of course, if i had female servants it wouldn't even be considered a competition, don't you think?"

A cocky one, no surprise there, no doubt the humble rich kids are either entirely gone or married. "Yes, i believe women find it very hard to contain themselves in your presence" i smile, making him wonder if i was sarcastic or not, before he has a chance to answer, Devin shows up again, this time with an expensive looking champagne glass filled with the pink liquid. Yum.

I smile as i grab my champagne glass letting the boy know he can leave, he does so, without uttering another word, still sneaking glances at me from time to time. "You were saying?" I question the boy, not looking at him this time. "Nothing much, i take it you're waiting for someone, may i join you? Perhaps we can wait somewhere more.. private?" Understanding what he was hinting i check him out quickly, obviously rich considering the clothes he was wearing, my gaze met his. The fact that he had blonde hair and green eyes, my all time favourite only added to the interest i had in the boy. His hair looking disheveled, but styled, somehow made me notice his sharp jawline even more, his lips only made me want him even more, i soundlessly accepted by standing up and putting my unfinished glass of champagne down.

Heavy breathing filled the room as he kay me down on the king sized bed, my lips never leaving his, hands ruining his perfected hairstyle in an animalistic passion while he groaned at the feel of my hand in his hair. His lips left mine as he continuously left kisses down my jaw and neck as he removed my top, obviously pleased with what lay underneath he turned his attention to my breasts. I tugged at his blazer letting him know i wanted it on the floor before my hands started working on his zipper. I relished in the feel of how good it felt to live in this fantasy, and how i never wanted the passion filled night to end, and i guessed the rich and handsome boy agreed; letting out a deep hushed moan as i reattached out lips, this was pure ecstacy.

Alright so that was the first chapter everyone! Let me know how it was in the comments and please, don't be shy. I'll try to reply and update soon. Just letting you know that there will be a bit of mature content in this story, but not a lot. The mature content won't be too detailed and won't go further then what i wrote in this chapter, if you don't like reading mature content just skip it as it won't contain any important things needed to continue the story. Thansk for reading, -catwatcher