by Gillian Taber

Created on: July 07, 2009

Our heroine

Casey watched the bright young things lounging around the pool and grimaced. Serving kids who did nothing but live off Daddy's money, and treat catering staff as if they were dirt, was not her favorite part of the job. She hoisted the next round of champagne and set off towards the sun loungers at the far end of the pool.

The sound of fake laughter marked her approach, making her head ache. Ignored, she placed champagne flutes on side tables and tried to avoid the dazzle of bought smiles. She took a weaving path back to the caterer's tent, snatches of conversation drifting by.

"Daddy promised me something from Tiffany's for my 21st." Chatter from a girl who looked like jailbait, in a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. She was being roundly appreciated by four young men, all tanned, gleaming and built like Adonis.

"Some fool scratched my Ferrari. Daddy's buying me a new one next week." This came from a young man with a mane of sun-bleached curls and a court of slavering women, possibly a son of the company bosses inside.

"Did you see the state of Sandra's outfit at Melanie's 20th last week? So last month!" Two girls gossiping whilst having sun cream rubbed into their bronzed skin by young men in trunks that verged on indecent.

Casey shuddered and hurried into the tent. Jonas grinned and beckoned her over.

"Usual flesh and flashing party?"

"Oh yes."

Casey shook her head and shrugged. Every week there was something similar. The birthdays, engagements, pool parties, beach barbeques, every conceivable occasion demanded the attentions of Chez Dion, the caterers Casey currently worked for. She swore to her boyfriend it was impossible to wash off the lingering stench of corruption and idleness.

"Take a break. The old guys need their brandy refills. Want to take the bottles inside?"

Casey wasn't fooled, it happened every weekend. Jonas wanted a chance to ogle the acres of plastic flesh on display beside the pool, but a chance to get into the cool interior of the mansion was perfect.

"Yep, but I'm warning you. One lewd remark or pinched rear and I quit!"

Jonas chuckled and headed back to the pool. They were both aware that quitting a job with Chez Dion was equivalent to committing suicide. No-one would hire someone who quit the best job in town.

Casey checked the bottles on the silver salver, checked her pockets and settled the tray comfortably. Five minutes walk took her to the room adjoining the main dining hall. The Daddies of

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