Jade Templeton stepped aboard the luxury cruise ship, an entourage carrying her belongings. She rarely carried anything, but when she did, she made sure it didn't clash with her outfit. Growing up as a rich heiress to one of the most expensive cruise lines on Earth, Jade had been given everything. From the jewel encrusted handbag she was toting, to the designer clothes on her back, as well as in her many suitcases. She was used to being pampered, so it came as no surprise that for her eighteenth birthday, her father arranged a special trip for her around the Mediterranean Sea/ She would see all the picturesque landscapes and ruins, and hopefully learn a thing or two about other cultures. You see, Jade isn't a very bright girl. She barely graduated high school, and her father had to basically pay so Yale would accept her. He hoped she would broaden her horizons, and return with a thirst for knowledge, instead of her usual thirst for new shoes.
Jade was the perfect image of a spoiled heiress. Her figure was many a woman's envy, but they would never try to alienate someone so powerful. As she was escorted to her room, the staff were made to stand at attention either side for "inspection". It was Jade's idea, as it gave her another excuse to use her power over them. She wanted them to know she was watching all of them. She was looking to find someone to make an example of. She found her mark with Jessica, the fitness instructor. The woman was nearly ten years her senior, but she was sweating profusely and her lips were quivering in fear.
"Hello, who are you?" Jade asked.
"I-I'm Jessica. J-Jessica Walker, the f-fitness instructor, m-miss."
"A fitness instructor named Walker? Nice try. From now on, you'll be Jess Goode. Much more fun sounding, right? Now, let's talk about that outfit."
Jess was wearing a tight pink tank top with a white sports bra visible underneath. She wore white spandex shorts to match, and white sneakers.
"You look like Tennis Instructor Barbie! Take off your top."
"E-excuse me?"
"Take. Off. Your. TOP!"
Jess fumbled, but managed to remove her top. She stood in just her sports bra and shorts.
"There, much better. Avoid pink at all costs. Pink makes you look cheap. Now, resume your place."
Jess stepped back in line, quivering at being dressed down figuratively and literally. Jade completed her journey to her living quarters for the duration, and the whole ship sighed as her door closed behind her.
"She's a bitch, Jess. You don't need to take it so personal." Rebecca, Jess's best friend consoled her.
"I know, but you know how self conscious I am about my chest."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. So what you're showing cleavage? We all do."
"But it's not exactly respectable when they're bouncing around during spin class or yoga. Everyone will think I'm such a tease!"
"Hey, I saw what Jade did to you, and wanted to see if I could help." The captain said.
"Oh, I'll be fine. I just wish we could do something about HER."
"We'd all get fired, Jess. Her father can buy and sell this ship and its crew at least 100 times over." Rebecca said
"Well, don't be too hasty." the captain commented.
"What do you mean?" Jess asked.
"Well, I heard a conversation Jade had with her dad. Apparently this isn't only a vacation for her. He wants her to learn something. Apparently she's no Einstein, so he wants her to explore a bit during the trip, and maybe return not so spoiled." The captain explained.
"So, what do you have in mind?" Rebecca asked.
"I think we can bring that brat down a peg or two. It's not going to be easy, and it's going to really embarrass Jade."
"If we can really pull it off, I'm in." Jess said.
"Good. I think I can mobilize the entire staff on this, so just wait until the staff meeting tonight. We'll make our plans then." the Captain explained before leaving.
That night, the staff were gathered in the ballroom to discuss how best to "educate" Jade. There were many who offered to throw her overboard, which got many laughs, but no real plans were being offered. They were either too malicious or not harsh enough. Finally, someone spoke up.
"How about we take her stuff away?"
"Who said that?" the Captain asked.
"Me. Isaac from the kitchen. Why don't we take all her belongings? Cell phone, credit cards, even her clothes. Once she lives like a normal person, she should appreciate what she has."
"That's a good idea, but I think she'll just return to her old ways once she gets home. Plus, if she complains, we're all fired." the Captain explained.
"How about we make sure she doesn't talk?" Rebecca spoke up.
"How do you propose we get leverage?"
"I've seen her in the gym locker room. She's a very modest girl, despite how she dresses. She doesn't want anyone seeing her naked. If we somehow get naked pictures of her, she'll have to keep quiet."
"That's a tall order. Not to mention a high risk if we get caught. I mean, this isn't some noble quest for information here. We're exploiting an eighteen year old girl." the Captain argued.
"Agreed. But I think I have a plan that will get us what we want, and minimize the blow back on us. With any luck, she'll assume we're just bad at our jobs, but still helpful enough to not fire us."
"So, how do we begin?"
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