Avarice, Arrogance, and Absolution (Private with Anonimoose)

[typicalrussianparent]

Bailey was the stereotypical socialite who never spent a day in her life wanting for anything. She grew up raised by a dozen nannies, being cooked for and cleaned up after and spoiled absolutely rotton. Her father was heartbroken after his wife died in childbirth, so he did his best to give her the best life possible... Only without any real lessons in humility or compassion. When her father died of a heart attack, she was the sole inheritor of his estate, and suddenly the twenty five year old princess became the Queen! She didn't have to work a day in her life. She went out partying every night, spending a ridiculous amount of money on drinks and clothes and male escorts. She also made sure to keep up a good staff team as to make sure she never had to touch a dirty dish or fold a shirt. Her most trusted companion (read, basically an indentured servant), Anya, was so sad by the girl's development into this horrible person... She wished so badly that she could do something, but she needed the job! She couldn't survive in such an expensive city without basically doing whatever she was commanded. It was hard to be a live in maid... Anya thought that this night would be the same as any other, with her Mistress (Anya wasn't allowed to call her anything else) commanding her to run a bath, pick out pajamas, and make her dinner... But her Mistress came home looking a little flustered! She had a bad encounter that night, and if scared her a bit, even though it should have been just hocus pocus! "Welcome home Mistress... Is everything alright?" Alice asked softly, hoping not to incur her wrath. 

[Anonimoose]

“Hm? Oh yeah, everything’s fine!” Bailey replied in a seemingly nice way in the moment, though that could easily change. Then, without asking her maid, she blabbered on about this freaky encounter she just had! 
“So, I was walking down the street, right? Just minding my own business, and then, this wrinkly old hag came up to me! And they were all like, “spare some change please?” No, I don’t have any spare change! Not any I’m going to give out! I’m not made of money you know!” Anya could not help but to notice the massive wad of money poking out of the woman’s right pocket. “But this bitch, she just kept begging and pleading! And you know what I told them! To fuck off and to die! They looked like they were going to drop dead any day anyway! And then, she said the weirdest thing. She said was going to curse me? Like what..? This ain’t a movie! So I laughed it off and came back here.”

Bailey tossed her coat at Anya. “Hey, go wash this, won’t you? I can’t go out again in such a dirty old thing!” She said rudely as she walked down the hallway to take the bath that had been drawn for her. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya's heart ached when she heard the story. She expected much better from a girl who was so sweet as a child... But how was she to protest? She was just a humble maid, meant to do what she was told. Bailey hadn't said a single real kind word to her since her father died... That had finally pushed the girl over the edge, and it couldn't be helped. Of course Anya didn't believe in the Supernatural, which only made things worse, because then it was likely that the girl had denied help to a poor old lady with dementia or something like that! She sighed in frustration as the coat was thrust at her, nodding her head and going to hand wash the fancy coat which was worth more than a year of her salary. She then went up and got Bailey a pair of her favourite pajamas, and knocked on the bathroom door. "Mistress, I am prepared with your wardrobe whenever you are ready." She called out softly. 

[Anonimoose]

With not even a thank you or a form of acknowledgment, Bailey continued bathing. After a good, long bath, she came out of the shower and got herself dressed in the outfit Anya had laid out for her. But all of this bathing had her starving! Where was her food?! “Anya!” Bailey yelled as she called for her servant. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya rushed to the woman, having sauce and food all over her apron. In her haste to get to her boss, she had even burnt her hand. She looked at Bailey with a deep fear. She knew that she could get abusive when she was really angry... "Yes Mistress?" She asked quickly, nursing the glowing red spot on her hand and trying not to show how much it bothered her. 

[Anonimoose]

“Where is my dinner? You know dinner is supposed to be on the table the moment my bath is over! Come on, we went over this! I asked you to do one thing! And you can’t even do that!” Bailey yelled at the poor woman before scoffing. “Well?! What are you still doing here?! Go, get to it already! I’m starving to death over here!”

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya yelped softly. "Y-Yes Mistress it's almost done!" She promised and scurried off. It didn't help that Bailey made her wear a fancy, tight, jewel encrusted maid dress which restricted her movements... Bailey needed her possessions to always look nice and sparkly and expensive! Anya quickly plated up the spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread- the girl's favourite meal- and then she carried the tray up to her room, doing her best not to spill anything. 

[Anonimoose]

The girl, meanwhile, was staring daggers into the poor maid. One small mistake and she would have her head! But fortunately for Anya, she managed to get the meal over to Bailey without issue. Bailey ate, remarking to how bland it was, but she’d have to settle. Not like she wanted to wait again! But after all was said and done, Bailey stood up and walked off to go to bed, leaving the dishes on the table for the maid to deal with. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya sighed in relief. There was no yelling that night. The girl didn't throw the tray at her or call her an incompetent bitch... It wasn't too bad. She cleaned up the dishes, then went to get some sleep. She had to wake up really early to get the house in order for her Mistress. She woke up the next morning at the usual 4am. She showered, put on her makeup and her uniform, folded the batch of laundry from the night before, ran her a bath and got her a pair of day clothes, then she went to make breakfast. She had to cook things exactly right- Multiple times she had to toss eggs not because they were burnt or inedible, but because the yolk broke and wasn't perfectly sunny side up! She got the toast the right colour, put the right amount of butter and jam on it, plated the eggs with some strips of bacon, and made the girl the latte that she liked. She just hoped it would be enough... Especially since Mondays weren't really party days for her, so she would be home all day to berate her!

[Anonimoose]

Bailey awoke far later than expected. Man, she slept great! But great sleep came at a terrible cost. She looked in the mirror. Bailey was an absolute wreck! This bedhead was a major no-no! “Anya!” The girl yelled at the top of her lungs. She wasn’t going to fix her own hair! Too much work! Better to let the peasant do such menial work. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Just as Anya finished the last of the latte art, she rushed upstairs to see what this little brat wanted now. She saw how much of a wreck she was, and she sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. "Yes, Mistress, what can I help you with? Did you sleep alright, Mistress?" She tried to be pleasant, not starting the day off with a shouting match. She started to lead the girl to the bath before the command was even given. 

[Anonimoose]

“Ugh, I slept terrible…! Just kidding! I slept like a baby!” Bailey joked. “But you know what isn’t great? This fucking hair! Come on, chop chop!” Bailey made a snapping motion with her fingers to indicate that she wanted the problem fixed and to make it, well for lack of a better term, snappy. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya put her in the bathtub and washed her up, combing her hair while it was wet so that the tangles wouldn't hurt her. When she was all clean and her hair was nice and straight, Anya dried her off and gave her the clothes she had picked out. "Your breakfast is ready in the dining room, Mistress. Is there anything you need me to do today? Pick up groceries or packages, mow the lawn or anything else?" She asked softly as the woman got dressed. 

[Anonimoose]

“All of them!” The girl barked. “If you’re not going to do those things, who will?! Like come on, it’s not rocket science, idiot!” Bailey said in the most rude way possible. “Now go!”

[typicalrussianparent]

She flinched a bit. "Y-Yes Mistress..." she said shakily. She helped her to the dining room and presented breakfast, before she went off to do all of her many, many, many chores. She didn't get a moment of rest! But hey, anything to keep the spoiled princess from actually resorting to hitting her!

[Anonimoose]

The cranky woman sat down to eat her breakfast. It was.. cold?! Unbelievable! She asked that stupid maid to do one thing, and she had the nerve to mess it up?! What a terrible start to her day! And it was all Anya’s fault. But she had no choice but to keep on eating lest she have to wait for the maid to come back and make it all again. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya mowed the lawn. She trimmed the hedges. She went to the grocery store and got all of the groceries the girl put on her list. She went to the post office to pick up her expensive clothing and jewelry purchases. She even stopped to pick up the girl's favourite fast food order as a peace offering. She finally arrived home, her thighs chafing as the dress made them constantly squeeze together. Her feet ached in her high heels. But, that was usual. And she didn't complain. She just arrived home, and started to put away the groceries. 

[Anonimoose]

When Anya came home, she found her mistress sprawled on the couch, dead asleep. How slovenly! Unfortunately for Anya though, that would make cleaning that part of the house much more difficult when that time came. Because she would run the very serious risk of waking up the sleeping giant and incurring her wrath. But now that she looked at her, something was off. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya frowned deeply. That would be quite unfortunate if the woman woke up... But also... She didn't look quite as menacing as usual. She approached her and looked her over. She narrowed her eyebrows and huffed, not being able to quite figure it out yet. She would have to check back in and see if she still got that feeling the next day. She shrugged, not having much time to waste. She immediately cooked dinner, leaving it on the stove to stay warm so she wouldn't have to deal with it later. She sat the bag of fast food on the table in front of the couch, then she went to clean the girl's room. She sighed, remembering how cute it was when a younger Bailey would politely ask for help because she had wet herself in the night... those days were long gone. She quietly made the bed and took care of the trash all over the room, then finally she went to go back and check to see if the Mistress was awake. 

[Anonimoose]

She was not. The question remained, was that a good or bad thing. On one hand, it was one day less of being yelled at and ordered around by this woman. But on the other, she just wasted an entire day slacking off and sleeping on the couch! She’s not going to be tired come bed time!

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya sighed. The girl might want to use her as entertainment, which meant she would get no sleep! Besides, what the girl liked her to do was just humiliating... she didn't really enjoy being a literal foot stool. Anya leaned down, and gave her a little pinch before quickly hurrying to the kitchen so when the girl woke up she would think it was a bug or something. 

[Anonimoose]

“Ow!” Bailey jolted awake. “The hell was that?” She thought to herself as she rubbed her cheek. She looked into the kitchen and saw Anya hard at work on dinner so Bailey lied back down on the couch and waited for her to be done. Even though the maid was taking forever!

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya then brought the dinner to her and tilted her head with a nervous smile. "Here you are Mistress, terribly sorry I just wanted to make sure it wasn't bland as it was last night!" She said shyly and offered the girl the tray. 

[Anonimoose]

“Finally!” Bailey huffed. “I thought you were going to die of old age before you finished making dinner! Now go! A girl needs her privacy when eating, you know!” She rudely shooed away the poor maid. After Anya left the room, the girl took a bite. 

Disgusting! Anya had fed her what felt like slop! “What is this peasant shit?!” Anya could hear from the other side of the door. Bailey, meanwhile ate it anyway. It may be food fit for a plebeian but it was better than starving. Afterwards, Bailey stormed off, once again leaving the dishes on the couch for Anya to deal with. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Anya again spent her whole afternoon and late into the night just cleaning and prepping the house for the spoiled little princess. She then got up as normal, got ready, made breakfast, and then paused when she heard a shriek from the girl's room. Anya ran up to it and opened the door up... seeing the girl sitting in bed and holding her hands over her crotch. "Mistress what's wrong, is everything okay?!" She asked with a concerned, motherly expression. She had been the closest thing to a mom that the girl ever had, so she couldn't help but feeling a special love for her, even if she was a horrible person.