Cato's fists slammed down hard on his alarm clock, practically smashing the snooze button. He had now reason to get up, nothing to do for the day. That was how his life was ever since he could remember. It irritated him how he never had anything to do. He was the fucking grandson of President Snow! He got whatever he wanted without so much as lifting a finger. All he had to do was say the word and he was given anything. Now he spent his day in bed, watching old re-runs and ordering the same old food.

After hitting his snooze button for the sixth time he dragged himself out of bed and down to the dining hall. His grandpa was sitting at the far end of the mahogany table, sipping a cup of dark coffee. Cato took his place at the exact opposite place, watching as the servants placed his food in front of him.

"Moring Cato." His grandpa greeted.

"Yeah." Cato mumbled back.

"So what's on the agenda for the day?"

"The usual, sitting in bed, watching TV and eating, probably going to spend the rest masturbating."

"Oh come on, there has to be something more exciting to do. Why don't you go out with your friends?"

"I don't have any here. There all back in District 2."

District 2 was where Cato had originally been born, but when he was fourteen President Snow had some men come and get him. He was the next in line to be President and Snow wanted him to see what it was all about.

"I could give you a train ticket and have you visit."

"No, they've all probably moved on and forgotten about me."

"Well why don't I send you to District 1? They have very nice things to buy."

"No, I'm good. I'll just spend my day in bed. It's fine." Cato sighed, pushing he full plate away and sulking away to his room.

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Later in the afternoon Cato was shaken awake by Snow. He groaned and hid in his fluffy white pillow, trying to ignore his grandpa and sleep more.

"Come on buddy, you got to get up."

"Why?" Cato whined.

"Because I forbid you from spending another day in bed. You're going to District 1 to buy something for the mansion."

"What does District 1 have that we don't? And can't we just have someone ship it over here?"

"You need to get out of the house and find some friends."

"Yeah, having friends all the way in a District will be great."

"Come on Cato, you have only ten minutes to get to the station."

Cato groaned, burying his head in the pillow again before getting up and dressing.

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Cato looked around the big city with tall buildings and hundreds of shops. His grandpa paid for the ticket that would bring Cato back home tomorrow in the morning. He was going back to the Capitol, had things to do, and left Cato with all his money.

"Now make sure to have fun and be safe." Snow smiled before stepping back onto the train.

Cato sighed and looked around, never feeling more lost than he was now. He waited till the train pulled away and was out of sight before turning around and heading down the streets. There were shops lining both sides with a variety of things to buy. From groceries, to furniture, and clothes and jewelry.

As he looked around at the stores he caught the stares people gave him. They would turn to their friends and family, whispering to each other about him. Cato wasn't able to stand the looks and quiet talking, so he ducked into a butcher shop. He looked around and noticed there were a few other food items to be bought, but mostly meat.

"What?" a girl's voice shouted. "That loaf of bread cost 10 dollars yesterday!"

"Yeah and its 15 dollars today!"

"I need that for my family!"

"Then give me five more bucks!"

"Hey, excuse me." Cato said, stepping up to the counter.

"Oh hello there. Move it kid, I got customers." The old, grumpy man said pushing the girl to the ground. "What can I do for ya?"

"What do you want?" Cato asked the girl, ignoring the man's question.

"Um, me?" she asked, looking shocked.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Cato nodded, giving a little grin.

"Um I just need to loaf of bread." She said, getting off the ground and Cato finally got a look at her.

She was in one word, sexy. She had a nice figure, not a stick that he could break but not over-weight, and she couldn't help it as his eyes landed on her perky breasts and round apple ass.

"I didn't ask what you needed, I asked what you wanted." Cato glared and growled at her.

"Um I guess those two pigs, five loaves of bread, and three gallons of milk."

"That's all?"

"I don't want to take all your money."

"If I had a limit I would've told you, but since I don't you going to get whatever you want."

"Well then, I would like an apple pie and a box of cookies and cupcakes."

"Get me all that please." Cato said to the man and watched him quickly get to work, happy that he was going to sell so much.

"Why are you doing this?" the girl asked, stepping close to him.

"Listen, you're beautiful and I want you in my bed. I think it's a fair trade."

"I'm not having sex with you."

"I'll buy you all the food you want."

"If my virginity is what it costs then I don't want it."

"Here's your food." The man said happily.

"Thank you." Cato said and took the bags from the counter, handing them over to the girl. "I already bought them and I have no need for them."

"Thanks, but you're still not getting any." She grinned and walked out the door.

"Do you know her?" Cato asked the shop owner.

"Yeah, name's Glimmer. She comes in here to haggle with me every day."

Cato nodded with a grin, determined to fuck her tonight.