Riches to Bitches

Liam was a member of the nouveau riche, and since both of his parents were billionaires, he didn’t need a job. He had one anyways, as an Instagram influencer. Unlike the travel or fitness accounts, who had promotional tie-ins, Liam’s curated feed was all about flaunting his wealth. Most of his posts consisted of shirtless selfies, like the one above, or his rich lifestyle, as seen in the next photo, with him literally flaunting his wealth.

For every ten comments he had about men and women dying to have his lifestyle, he had a hateful comment about his materialism or his appearance. That didn’t bother him too much, but it did cause him to think a little bit. Very few families in America have their very own caviar butler, and why is that? For his next post, he waxed philosophical about the wealth divide and how the money was rightfully his, along with a bunch of bullshit that turned the tide on the negative comments.

One person in particular who hated Liam was Randy. He was the son of Liam’s family’s gardener, and got to live on their property, in a glorified outhouse. They were in charge of all their bills, and the pay was meager, at best. Randy, as most people would in his situation, spent days plotting revenge, but none of his plans would ever be fruitful. That is, until one fateful day when everything changed.

To supplement his pitiful income, especially on days when work was practically non-existent, he worked a second job at the local diner. That day, a man walked into the diner. He was wearing a suit, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. What was was the crystal hanging from his neck. He didn’t have that New Age hippie vibe, so Randy wondered what its purpose was. He made sure to wait this man’s table.

After getting his order, he broached the subject. “That’s a cool necklace you have, sir. Is there any reason behind it?”

“Actually, there is. I’m a hypnotist, and this is my pendulum. No one has pocket watches anymore, and crystals are very in.”

“Interesting. What brings you into town?”

“The Callerys invited me to their home, as party entertainment.” Liam Callery was Randy’s dreaded boss.

“If you need some information, I can gladly provide it, for a fee.”

“Oh, I’m a real hypnotist, Randy,” he said, looking at the name tag, “but let’s talk later.”

“Okay!” Randy put the order in, and after the hypnotist has finished eating, he told his boss he was taking his break.

“The name’s Clark, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. So, what do you mean you’re a real hypnotist? You actually can control people and shit?”

“Yes, people do truly fall under my control. But why the interest in the Callerys?”

“I work for those bitches, and I would love to see them get some revenge for how they treat their employees. My father and I have to share a bed in a shack no bigger than two booths here put together.”

“What do you have in mind?” said Clark, with a sly grin on his face.

It was a couple days after the party that Clark attended as the hypnotist that Liam posted his next photo.

A curated b&w post wasn’t too out of the ordinary, but his clothing choices were. Under Armour sweats and plain athletic sweatshirts did not go with his aesthetic, which was all Randy’s doing. You see, Liam’s very real hypnotic session consisted of turning him, slowly, from a rich bitch into, well, just a bitch. Randy had laid out quite a few specifics, which Clark worked in. First on the list was clothing.

Over the course of a few months, Liam’s Insta feed changed, for the better, in Randy’s opinion. No longer did he have perfectly shot expensive clothing on in his posts; rather, some posts had him wearing little clothing at all.

Along with the constant mooning, he also took more photos with his friends, that Clark had hypnotized him to make. Most of them were sons of employees of the Callerys. Randy had filled them in on his plan, and they, of course, went along with it. His followers list quickly changed from those who enjoyed the rich and lavish lifestyle to those who loved crude jokes. The coup de grace was about to come very soon, though.

Soon after posting this pic, with yet another ass flash, he reached a milestone on Instagram he had never hit before: 1 million followers. He didn’t celebrate it, as Clark’s hypnosis was to be lifted when it reached that milestone. The visual trigger shocked Liam, who scrolled down his feed.

“FUCK!” he screamed. No longer was he wearing Gucci. In fact, he had thrown most expensive clothing out, indulging only in expensive underwear. Randy enjoyed watching Liam’s pained reactions to his parents, who were still under Clark’s control. Thanks to some planning, the Callerys transferred most of their funds to UNICEF once Liam had hit a million followers. And by most, we meant practically all. The Callerys now had even less money than Randy and his father, who were set to inherit the property, thanks to some legal maneuverings on Liam’s parents’ side. And to think, all of this would have never happened if he didn’t meet Clark that fateful day, Randy thought, as he learned his caviar butler’s name.

just some photos of me if u are ever in need of something to write about 🙂

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