Monday

Alex would have loved to watch many female students, but he could only be in one place at a time. So, he chose Constance, curious to see how such a wealthy bitch would handle cleaning!

Right at the start of the day, Constance Philippa de Vasconcelos faced humiliation. Her “friend” from university, Anna, who came from a poor family but had relatively similar academic potential, bumped into her outside her mansion. Anna was to be a maid in Constance’s estate. Constance, on the other hand, had to clean a shabby motel while her own maid.

“I’m not paying thousands of euros in tuition for this!” thought the aristocrat.

The worst, however, was yet to come.

She arrived at the motel.

Constance Philippa de Vasconcelos, daughter of a millionaire and a member of one of Portugese oldest noble families, was not accustomed to such places. Her chauffeur drove her there in a car probably worth more than the entire motel.

The first few minutes were dreadful. She stepped into a hole in the pavement, and dirty water seeped into her shoes.

“Are you Constance?” asked a fat man.

“Yes.”

“Good. Go clean room 25,” said Peter.

“Whoever came up with this idea is a genius,” he thought.

Room 25 was by far the filthiest place she had ever seen. Women’s shorts stained with semen lay on the floor, condoms were scattered everywhere, and it seemed someone had urinated on the bedding. The aristocrat had a lot of work ahead of her.

After an hour, she had only managed to clean a small part of the room. Then Peter walked in:

“Are you slacking, princess? You’ve barely done anything.”

“It’s very…”

“You’re a cleaner, not a princess. Afraid you’ll break a nail?”

“My family is very wealthy…”

“I don’t care! It’s dirty there, and there too.”

Constance tried to reach a shelf but was a bit too short.

“How do you manage at university if you can’t even clean this room?” Peter taunted.

“I’m a top student, the best at everything,” she thought.

“I’ll work harder.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

From that moment, she genuinely tried. She kicked off her uncomfortable heels, her feet in expensive stockings touching the filthy floor. She tossed her cape and blazer onto the bed. She no longer minded kneeling when necessary.

An hour later, Peter returned and was impressed. The room still looked awful, but the once-elegant girl now looked miserable. Dust clung to her hair, her shirt was soaked with sweat, and a few nails were broken—and her shift was just beginning.

“Not bad,” he said.

By the end of the day, the student looked even worse. A drunk client groped her buttocks and breasts. For a whole day of humiliation, the millionaire’s daughter earned 25 euros.

“My stockings alone cost more than that!”

Her shirt, stockings, and shoes were ruined. Her vest, cape, and blazer were no better.

“I’ll burn these clothes.”

Meanwhile, Anna returned from Constance’s mansion. She didn’t have to clean anything; everything was already spotless. She spent her time enjoying the luxury of Constance’s home. She was likely the only student who had a pleasant day!

Exhausted, the aristocrat bathed quickly and went to bed. Tomorrow, she was to be a stripper! She, the best student of the year, wealthy and beautiful, reduced to a pretty face for men to ogle.