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Presently, the gorgeous goddess stared adoringly at her flawless reflection. Tamara was adorned in a custom equestrian style ensemble designed specially for her by Gucci. Having been dressed by her assistants, a maid stood behind her and massaged Tamara’s fit, elegant shoulders and upper back through the designer silk vase and blouse. At 5’10, Tamara was statuesque and almost majestic looking. She was lean and trim with a firm, athletic figure. Tamara looked like a runway model except with ample, spectacular breasts and a perfectly shaped, firm butt. Her physique was sculpted through years of personal training sessions and a workout regimen in her home gym or one of the exclusive health clubs she belongs to that has gotten increasingly rigorous in recent years elevating into categories such as cross fit, weight lifting and intense cardio and circuit training as well as having spent much of her life riding horses, playing tennis swimming leisurely and more recently including yoga. Moreover, in addition to having the workout program of a trophy wife or a celebrity, Tamara’s diet is comprised entirely of the finest cuisine available which seldom has any of the useless ingredients found in fast food or common grocery stores. Instead, Tamara eats at five star or Micheline star restaurants or has or food prepared by her private chefs along with a dietician. Needless to say, Tamara’s diet is excellent and far beyond the grasps of the common fitness fanatic. In addition, Tamara also has access to the exclusive medical and cosmetic options available to the ultra elite. Her already incredible level of beauty and spectacular genetics are enhanced through vitamins, supplements, optimization treatments, plenty of tanning and rest combined with anything else she may feel the need for such as Botox, lip filler, etc.
However, despite all of this, Tamara’s firm, statuesque physique remains soft and elegant from a lifetime of leisure, pleasure, deep tissue massages, ample rest and the absence of stress. Naturally, Tamara’s hair, make up and nails are always on point as well. Finally, her clothes and jewelry are the finest and most prestigious. Tamara’s wardrobe is always tailor fitted and often custom made for her by designers ranging from Gucci, Prada, Versace, Christian Dior and Balmain to Givenchy, Roberto Cavalli, Dolce and Gabbana, Louboutin, Louis Vuitton and a host of others. Tamara has a personal account at Harrods of London wear she often spends hours relaxing while she is presented with the latest styles and posh selections. It is not unusual for her to spend $40,000 to $250,000 in a single day. She has spent that alone on Hermes Birkin bags as well as on fur coats and even more on jewelry.
Having had enough of the shoulder massage she was receiving from her maid, Tamara made a dismissive gesture with her hand indicating for the maid to stop and step backwards. As the servant obediently complied, Tamara caught a glimpse in the mirror of the servant stepping backward and to the side revealing the contrast between the two. The maid, shorter, less attractive, wearing a servant’s uniform, skin toughened from years of hard work, standing submissively with her hands in front, so accustomed to flat shoes, meanwhile, Tamara was practically glowing from years of leisure, comfort, authority and security with servants tending to her every whim. Even the air around her was enhanced by the smell of her designer scent. Tamara oozed wealth, confidence, class, glamour, elegance and superiority. The two women were hardly the same species. Yet, technically, they were which made Tamara smirk haughtily knowing she had complete authority and dominion over those beneath her.
“Jacket” Tamara commanded in a curt, authoritative tone. In seconds, another assistant eased a custom tailored Gucci riding blazer onto Tamara’s svelte shoulders. Tamara then looked down smugly at her manservant James who was groveling at her designer clad feet, polishing her Gucci riding boots. Just a week prior, Tamara had knocked her champagne glass off of her servant’s tray and flown into a rage. Naturally, the servant was expected to take the blame. However, this particular servant tried to explain what happened instead. This resulted in immediate termination of two servants. When Tamara turned towards James, he quickly prostrated himself at her feet and begged for mercy. Tamara obliged, declaring “fine, you may stay, but I’m docking you a week’s pay.” This prompted James to kiss Tamara’s Hermes boots in gratitude, an act that greatly pleased the often egotistical heiress. Since then, Tamara has demanded that same display of gratitude from James whenever she feels like reminding the staff just how superior she truly is.
Tamara lifted her right Gucci boot and planted is squarely on the back of her kneeling manservant. She examined the expensive fashion item in the mirror for about a minute before saying in a somewhat disdainful tone, “continue until they are spotless, boy! I expect them to look like mirrors!” With that, Tamara confidently strutted over to a luxurious arm chair where she sat and crossed her long, sexy, flawless legs. James crawled behind her till he was again kneeling at her feet, and proceeded to continue shining Tamara’s boots. “I’m in the mood for a bloody” Tamara casually commented allowed. With full confidence in her staff’s obedience, Tamara snapped her perfectly manicured fingers and within seconds, a female servant appeared at her side with a Bloody Mary on a silver tray.
Tamara glanced at her and then to the floor which prompted the girl to kneel beside her and hold the tray out as Tamara casually Helen was sitting on the plush sofa diagonal to her daughter looking every bit the upper class lady she was. Helen was adorned in a designer, all white, silk ensemble including white Jimmy Choo shoes, white Valentino silk slacks, a white, silk Hermes button down shirt with the collar popped up, a light, cashmere Gucci sweater ties loosely around her elegant shoulders, and a white, silk Hermes ascot tied firmly around her neck. The silk handkerchief style neck piece was hand woven silk by Hermes and cost around $7,500 by itself. The simple yet elegant outfit easily cost over $20,000 before the fabulous yet classy jewelry pieces which included a $120,000 diamond encrusted Cartier watch, a $35,000 diamond pin that held her ascot in place, a $64,000 diamond broach and a few other pieces. Her lavish, designer, white, full length mink coat which she had sauntered in with draped over her shoulders had been removed and hung up by a servant. In front of Helen, a maid knelt before her and diligently massaged her well pedicured feet one at a time while the other foot remained in it’s high heeled, designer casing. Another servant touched up her manicure, while still a third massaged her shoulders. sipped her early afternoon beverage.
“What a fabulous idea” Helen, Tamara’s mother chimed in.
Helen snapped her fingers and casually yet authoritatively commanded, “mimosa.” It was quickly brought to her on a silver tray. Helen flicked her wrist dismissing the servant who brought it. Turning to Tamara, Helen asked “so my love, how are you enjoying New York?”
“Oh, mother, it’s all the same really. Barney’s, Bergdorf Goodman’s, Nobu with the ladies.”
“Of course dear. I trust they are capable of treating you properly.”
“I see to it mother” Tamara replied to her mother with a haughty smile. Helen smirked in return and they both appeared to have the same idea in mind. “Mother, have you fired that boring old butler that’s been around for ages.”
“Yes, dear. However, he has asked for the opportunity to beg for his job back. Naturally, I brought him along to perform for you. I know such things always amused you, darling.”
“You did mother?” The two women laughed at the despair they had caused upon a servant for their own amusement. “Well, then” Tamara continued smugly, “let’s hear what the oaf has to say.”
Tamara high cheek bones, full lips and glamorous hair complete with her over all high class, elite appearance made her an intimidating figure in that, her beauty was striking and unparalleled, she was always dressed impeccably in expensive, exclusive designer clothing and carried herself with an air of aristocracy that comes with the privileges and deference she received as a woman of such high status. However, what may have been even more intimidating about her, is her cruelty and indifference towards her servants. She was so accustomed to having an obedient staff cater to her every whim, as well as work tirelessly out of her view to make sure everything in her life, as well as her estates and events and such ran smoothly, that she barely saw them as anything other than objects for her use, and at times, amusement. They were her property, plain and simple.
Tamara gestured to the servant returned with another drink and knelt back at her mistress’s side holding out the tray as if she were a side table for Tamara. No thanks were given, but Helen chimed in commenting, “I see you didn’t think much about fetching me another drink as well, did you girl?”
“I beg your pardon madame” the girl exclaimed desperately, clearly riddled with dread and anxiety over her inadvertent oversight. “Please madame, allow me to…”
“Did I tell you to move, girl?” Tamara asked agitatedly, cutting off her servant. As the girl was about to speak again, a footman appeared with another Mimosa for Helen who took the drink without even looking in the server’s direction. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand before glancing at her daughter and nodding approvingly of her behavior and treatment of the staff.
With that resolved, Helen casually raised her arm in the air, her silk sleeve and diamond jewelry glistening in the light, and snapped her freshly manicured fingers. “Send in the imbecile with the audacity to question my decision” she commanded in a stern, authoritative tone. Within a few moments, a timid, anxious looking man cautiously walked in with the guidance of one of Tamara’s butlers and a maid. He stood before the two stunning beauties of untold wealth who had complete power over his future, as well as anything else in his life the wished to exercise authority over.
Helen gestured for her servants to cease their pampering of her temporarily prompting them to either kneel before her or stand at attention. Tamara crossed her elegant legs as her manservant was prostrate at her feet polishing her Gucci riding boots. She confidently reached out and grabbed her freshly mixed cocktail, sipped it without a care in the world before placing it back on the tray being held beside her by her obediently kneeling servant. A stark contrast from the tense, angst-ridden, desperate man who stood nervously before her. About 10 feet of a
luxurious interior setting comprised of the finest Italian marble, an outrageously expensive Persian rug, side table and coffee tables mad with solid gold legs and trim along with Swarovski crystal tops separated the trembling former servant from the posh, care free, gorgeous women calmly relaxing in plush leather seating arrangements, surrounded by a staff of diligent servants at the beckon call of each fabulous, well-heeled madame. The room itself was quite large, as was every room in the opulent estate. While very spacious, it was still elaborately decorated in lavish, yet refined and classy displays of wealth, splendor and status. The walls and shelves were solid mahogany with 24k gold fixtures extending outward in the form of lights or handles, a Swarovski crystal chandelier hung from the magnificently high ceiling, marble pillars were spaced apart as if to show some restrain, 24k gold picture frames hung from the walls containing some of the finest and rarest artwork in the world alongside portraits of Tamara herself.
The 10 foot gap between the two vastly different parties was filled with a tension that arose from the former butlers aura of worry, submissiveness and inferiority while the two affluent women smartly adorned in chic, designer wardrobes radiated an aura of stateliness, illustriousness and absolute superiority. Finally, in a condescending tone, Helen commanded, “Speak.”
“Yes madame, thank you for the opportunity. As you know I have been a faithful and dedicated servant in your household for 25 years…”
“Ugh” Tamara exclaimed, “get on with it already. You’re boring me to tears, boy” she added in a tone of utter indifference.
“Yes my lady” the man continued, “I apologize for the burden. I am here to humbly ask that you possibly reconsider your decision to terminate me madame. Although I would never question you madame, I am dedicated to serving you. I have devoted my life to serving both of you, it is all I know. Any error I have made, I will promptly correct. I will make any adjustment or changed you require. Please madame, I beg of you, reconsider this.”
“You beg of me?” Helen inquired, adding, “if you are going to beg, then I suggest you beg.” The women smirked haughtily at one another as the man dropped to his knees and pleaded for an opportunity to work for the two seemingly cruel and arrogant employers. Turning to Tamara, Helen commented “absolutely pathetic, isn’t it dear?”
“Very much so, mother.”
“Do you believe him?”
“Not at all, mother.”
“Neither do I” Helen said in a somewhat perturbed tone. Helen shifter her gaze back to her former butler who was practically shaking at this point. “Let’s hear it again, boy” Helen ordered coldly, “and do try to beg properly this time.”
“Yes madame, thank you madame” the nervous plebian responded. Again, the former employee, utterly aware of his inferiority to his former employers and the power they had to reinstate him with a job, ensure he never worked again or even received spare change on the
street so that he would inevitably starve to death, or anything in between. Again, on his knees he bagged and pleaded on the verge of tears. He praised the his superiors, expressed gratitude for their generosity in allowing him in their presence, promised to be a perfect employee, all the while humiliating himself for their amusement.
After several minutes, Helen snapped her fingers indicating for him to stop. She gestured to her servants to begin pampering her again through massages and nail treatments. As they did, Helen turned to Tamara, raised her perfectly kept eyebrow and inquired, “Well?”
Tamara smirked arrogantly, lifted up her left foot, extended her leg and examined her freshly shined riding boots. Satisfied, she placed it squarely on the back of her manservant who was still kneeling prostrate at her feet, now on his knees and elbow with his head now bowed. She then did the same with her right foot and, after examination, crossed it elegantly over her left leg so that she was now using her manservant as a foot stool. Tamara casually snapped her fingers and opened her hand prompting a near by attendant to rush to her side and begin touching up her manicure. In her own time, Tamara sipped her drink, placed it back on the tray, and in an utterly condescending tone uttered, “again.” Revered
Hearing the instructions from his former, and he hoped future employer, as well as his societal superior and his better, Taylor knew he had no choice but to swallow any remaining pride and once again humiliate himself for the amusement of two rich, gorgeous, powerful women who, despite 35 years of devoted service to them, made it quite clear through words and actions that they could care less about him, his well being, or his years of loyalty and service. He was nothing to them. A mere peasant looking to his betters for charity. To Tamara and Helen, not only did they take his 35 years of loyal service for granted, they actually felt that he should be grateful that they permitted him to serve them for so long. Although the former servant who was fired because Tamara grew bored of seeing him when she visited her mother, the reason was fairly irrelevant as the women viewed him as disposable; as a piece of property that could be easily replaced with a newer model without any objection. Taylor processed these feeling as he proceeded to beg knowing full well that even if he was rehired, he would live a tortured existence. Perhaps he should have just accepted the dismissal and lived as long as he could in desolate poverty.
“Ugh, I’m famished, dear” Helen eloquently declared to her daughter interrupting the pathetic display taking place. “Have you eaten yet?”
“No mother” Tamara responded, also now disengaged from the former butler’s pleas, “I’ve been waiting to have brunch with you, silly. The girls just arrived. I’ll have my butler bring them to the dining area where we can all catch up.”