Chapter 4
Veruca traversed upstairs to her room with her personal elevator bellhop on the elevator. She glanced her eyes to the fascinating levels of her home before the tick mark of the elevator showed that they were on the top level: the deb's room. The elevator bell dinged to the bedroom floor as the doors slid open, revealing her posh perfumes and her glamorous room and her ever-present shrine to the heiress.
"Hmm….if I change into my gold bikini, go down the elevator and present some presents to the football players, I will definitely get all the headlines!" Veruca cackled evily as she headed towards one of her personal shrines and one of her desks with expensive clothes that were shocking if Kim got a hold of them and perfumes that smelled like crisp 100-dollar bills. She pressed a hidden console button and out came a box of unrolled latex discs. She put her index finger right at her mouth and swiped nine of these discs in an instant, cackling evily along to this deed. She then changed her clothes into the golden bikini.
Once this was done, she looked around the lavish room and the grey stormy night skies overlooking her windows, "Now, Plan B is set in motion and this time I want everyone to focus on me and only ME!" She, now with those latex disks in hand and wearing her golden bikini, went downstairs on the elevator waiting to surprise everyone in attendance, including Camille.
While inside the elevator, Veruca smiled and took out a small wristwatch and pressed a little red button with a tiny speaker in it.
And she said, proudly in the smug voice of hers, "It's go time!"
Downstairs, Camille reclined on one of the couches as she ate one piece of cake. The nine football players were socializing with the teen girls whom already had cigarette smoke on their breath. She didn't partake in either drinking or smoking, even though she was an accomplice in the FBC Middleton of them said in a haughty smile voice, "Mmm…wanna go to Makeout Point with me?""Sure, hot stuff!" one of the blonde dumb rich teen girls replied with the stench of cigarette smoke on her breath.
Camille sighed and looked down at the last uneaten eighth of the cake. Why did I like get invited to this party in the first place? If daddy like finds out the nature of Veruca's party he's gonna ground me and. *gasps* even cut me from my inheritance! This so called party's like starting to go downhill fast! Perhaps I should leave as soon as I like can!
Then, that other nagging conscience of Camille came up, No, stay here! Your life is a party here! Enjoy it while you can!
She didn't know which side to choose!
Meanwhile, in the restaurant kitchen, there was commotion between ten servants on whom was the greatest of them all and who can serve Veruca the best.
Behind them stood three wagonful cartons of six-pack beers, seemingly ready to seek to be the life of the party.
"No, I am the greatest of Veruca's servants!" Servant 7 exclaimed, beating his shoulder and hailing a picture of the deb.
"It's going to be me, 7!" Servant 12 exclaimed, point to a picture of his room covered with notes praising Veruca's deeds.
There was then a very hard knock on the restaurant kitchen door and all commotion between the ten servants immediate ceased.
The head of all the servants, Tightlips, came into the kitchen. All the ten servants stood at attention as if tey were at a boot camp. They were behind the wagon filled with the beer, whiskey, and gin.
"Yes, sir! What is thy sacred and holy duty of the Holy Virtuous Number One Goddess that is Veruca?"
The servants asked of their duties to their leader.
Tightlips exclaimed to the servants who stood there like mindless soldiers, for he had gotten the message from the deb, "We need to carry out the Holy Sacred and Immaculate Veruca's plan as intended! We've put the necessary smells that would attract out targets to the alcohol! So all we have to do is to carry them out to the kitchen floor! No messups whatsoever! And be CAREFUL! Those damn bottles of whiskey and gin are especially fragile! "
"Yes, sir! We will do what you say!" The servants barked out their obeying wishes as they carefully carted the alcoholic beverages on the wagons to the kitchen doors.
Veruca was in the elevator as it slowly progressed its way to the restaurant floor, looking at the latex discs in her hands. She knew that she had to become attractive for her plan to work.
But how, she wondered.
Then with quick thinking, she smelled a familiar scent on her personal elevator bellhop. It turned out to be her personal favorite perfume that smelled like a stack of fresh and crisp hundred-dollar bills in a vault, the Eau de Heiress . In cases when needed, one of her servants would simply put a couple squirts on Veruca to smell like money again.
She instantly demanded, "Bellhop, squirt me!"
Knowing what it meant, the bellhop did a impromptu sign of the cross to praise Veruca as being 'holy' and replied, "At once, O Our Most Sacred Princess!" She gave him the latex discs, He took out the 'Eau De Heiress' bottle and pump and squirted three times on Veruca's left shoulder and two to the right. The spoiled deb then spread it evenly on her arms to make sure it has its intended effects.
"Now, bellhop!" Veruca smiled once the bellhop gave her the discs back and putted away the perfume bottle, "instruct the butlers to first give the alcohol to its intended recipients before I make my way out! Make sure that one of my butlers turns on the spotlight. And also DO NOT open the elevator doors until my official signal is given! And have my bell ready by one of my servants when I finally come out of that damn elevator! You got all this?"
The bellhop nodded his head to get the affirmation of Veruca and pressed the button that made sure the doors close even when they reached the level of the restaurant. Only another press of the button would open up the door.
The elevator then finally reached the level of the restaurant but the doors did not open, as part of Veruca's plan.
The deb smiled, "First, bellhop, release the alcohol!" She also pressed another button, revealing a camera overhead the doors to see her plan unfolding into bellhop smiled and pressed the button.
In the kitchen doors adjoining the restaurant and club, the butlers stood there with the wagons of beer, whiskey, and gin. Tightlips, the lead servant butler, got a ring on his wristwatch. "Is it time?" Servant Seven asked Tightlips.
"Lemme see about that, dirt eater." Tightlips exclaimed in a deep booming voice before pulling out his wristwatch saying "VERCUA: READY" in red letters.
It was all the evidence needed for the plan to be set into motion!
"GO! GO! GO!" Tightlips instructed Veruca's servants as he and two other lesser servants opened up the doors, unleashing the wagons of alcohol. _
Shortly before that, outside in the main part of the restaurant, Camille was finishing up that remaining eighth of the cake and put her dish on the coffee table made of gold.
She was seeing a couple of the football players, whom she knew that these players have girlfriends of their own, cheating on them by kissing other rich girls squarely on the lips.I like am not enjoying this at all. Perhaps like I should just….
Her train of thought was interrupted by the swinging open of the restaurant kitchen doors and the sounds of hutting coming from the servants of Veruca, along with the squeaking of wheels from the wagon.
"All hail Veruca! All hail Veruca!" the servants exclaimed with zeal for their leader in wheeling out the wagons with the glass alcoholic beverages rattling each other.
"Like what the….." Camille stammered questionably at this. She was stunned about these unfolding events before her.
_The nine Mad Dog football players were seeing the servants wheel out the alcohol and suddenly, the aroma started to around their sense of smell.
It happens that Veruca's servants rubbed the tops of the alcohol with the scent of a football game.
"I want the alcohol first!" one of the players exclaimed as he came around the corner, interrupting the conversation of a girl that he was cheating with.
"No me!" another player grunted as all the nine players approached the three wagons of alcohol. The servants walked off to the side, awaiting the next phase of Veruca's plan.
Veruca, still inside the elevator, watched with glee as she witnessed the Mad Dog football players drinking alcohol.
Smiling, she could not wait for the next phase of her plan to unfold.