In the care of Stella, an young Heir to a corporate Empire (and her butler)

A screech of tires were all Johnny heard before he felt the car crash into him. The impact sent him flying off his feet, and spinning several times through the air before landing hard on the road a few feet away from the collision site. By a miracle the hit was non fatal, as the driver was quick enough to be able to hit the brakes before they slammed into Johnny at full speed. The brunt of the impact was taken by Johnny’s shoulder, with him landing on his back when he came crashing back down to the ground. His vision blurred as he started up at the rain unable to move as the freezing droplets poured down over his face. As everything started to go dark he could hear the sound of foot steps running towards him.

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As Johnny jolted up he was immediately meet with pain, and soreness all over. Most intensely was the pain he felt in his left shoulder, and back. It hurt so bad that it **** him to lay back down on the bed he was in. He groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to remember what exactly had happened. Okay so he ran away from a foster family again, walked around till dark, got caught in a freezing rain storm, and then.... Right, he had thrown himself in front of a car. As it all came back to him Johnny felt tears starting to well up in his eyes.

How could he have been so stupid, trying a stunt like that. Stupid, stupid stupid!!! He had let it all get to him, made it drive him to do something stupid. One thing that Johnny was always proud of was that, no matter how bad things got, no matter how shitty his life was, he always tried to push through. To keep on living, and not let the world brake him. Yet he had went back on that, tried to end it all. Tears started to well up in his eyes, as Johnny felt nothing but shame for what he did. He was so weak, so pathetic, so...

Just then Johnny heard the sound of a door opening. His mind quickly snapped back to reality, as his survivalist brain stop feeling sorry for its self, and started asking the real question. Who was that, were was he, is he in the hospital, police custody, some where worse? Johnny’s eyes then opened, and he wiped the tears from his face, his heart beating as his fight or flight started to kick. What ever situation he was in he’s was gonna face it head on!

“Oh your already awake!” A women who had just walked in with a tray that had full of plate of food said, as she looked at Johnny.

Johnny blinked, finally taking notice of his surroundings for the first time. He was in a large king sized bed, with two pillows under his head, and comfy blankets covering him. He seemed to be in a large spaciousness hotel room. The hotel room also looked to be very expensive as well as big, with the furniture looking to be high quality handmade woodworking. The walls decorated with abstract original art, sculptures, and the huge flat screen TV that was so big it took up half of the wall it was placed against. This wasn’t the worst place the Johnny could have woken up to he had to admit, though he still suspiciously eyed the woman with the tray.

“How are you feeling, did you sleep okay has anything started flaring up?” The woman asked as she placed the tray of food down on a table by the door to the balcony.

Johnny don’t answer, instead taking this time to look over this stranger. She was light blonde, with blue eyes. Her face was a diamond shape, with her hair being sleek, falling no further then her face, and being side parted. The styles was very typical of many business women even though it wasn’t exactly a very traditional hair cut. Mostly it was worn by those in the younger generation, popular with bright eyed business women, and corporate upstarts. Which Johnny guessed this women was, by the buttoned up dress shirt, black dress pants, and youthful look she had. If he had to guess he would say she might actually be the same age as him, maybe one or two years older. The young women then approached Johnny with a plate of food, sitting in a wooden chair which was next to his bedside.

“I brought you breakfast if you want.” The Young woman said stabbing her fork into the sun side up egg on the plate.

“Who are you?” Johnny eyed the women suspicious as he tries to ignore how good the food looked for now.

“My name is Stella you got hit by our car yesterday, and I had you brought to my hotel room where you’ve been resting.” Stella explained.

Johnny stayed silent, he’s wasn’t mad about being hit, he did throw himself into the road. Yet he was keeping his guard up as he tried to show as little emotion as possible to Stella. She seemed friendly, but his time in foster care taught Johnny that lots of people who seem friendly, weren’t. For all he knew this handsome women could be luring him into a false sense of security so she could spring a trap on him! Horns then sprouted from Stella’s head, fire burned from her eyes, her teeth started to elongate out of her mouth! Johnny knew it she was demon, he had to get away now! Quickly he tried to roll over to the other side of the bed, and on to his feet, but as he went to stand up his adrenaline ran out, and he could feel the pain of all his injury intensify all over his body.

“Aghhhh!” Johnny cried out as he fell to floor landing on his hurt shoulder again.

“What the heck are you doing!” Stella shouted as she put down the food and, ran over to Johnny’s side.

Stella’s face was normal again, Johnny hallucination breaking after feeling the shooting pain in his shoulder. Stella then gently picked up Johnny, and helped him back into bed. She was extra careful as she did this, trying to make sure she didn’t hurt him any further.

“Are you trying to hurt your self more, damn it mom said street boys can be crazy but I thought she was just exaggerating,” Stella said as she looked at Johnny with an anger expression.

Johnny felt embarrassed, his hallucinations once again making him look like a fool. Tears started to well up in his eyes again, he really don’t want to cry right now, not in front of some stranger, but Johnny couldn’t stop himself. Stella’s expression then softened into one of concern as she saw the tears start to roll down Johnny’s cheeks.

“Hey your not hurt are you, hey tell me where it hurts, just hold on I’ll get Grace, GRACE!” Stella this quickly left the room calling out for some one as she did.

Johnny tried to calm down breathing deeply as he tried stop the tears from coming. The same feeling of shame started to creep up on him again. God why couldn’t it just leave him alone, this self hatred, this disappointment in himself. Still he told himself he had to push past these emotions, he had been through worse, he could get though this. So with a fierce determination, Johnny willed himself to stop crying, and wiped the tears that had already spilled from his eyes. Just then the door of the room could be heard opening, and Stella re-entered the room followed by another woman.

The woman was ebony skinned with dark black hair, and green eyes which hid behind some thin rimmed glasses. She seemed like she was a little older then Stella maybe mid to late twenties. She had a oval shaped face, and had her hair in a high long pony tail. The woman wore a black suit that had coat tails which fell behind her. With that she had some matching black slacks, and wing tipped shoes. While for accessories she had on some white cloth gloves, and a bow tie around her neck. The women’s outfit looked exactly like what one would picture when they think of a butler.

“What happened?” The women which Johnny assumed was Grace asked.

“He just tried to bolt of the bed all of sudden, I don’t know what got into
him.” Stella said as she looked at Johnny over Grace’s shoulder.

“Foolish boy why would you do a thing, do you not know your body is it no condition for you to be straining yourself.” Grace scolded Johnny as she sat on the chair next to his bed.

Grace then stretched her hand out towards Johnny, and he reflexes shrunk away from it.

“Hold still boy, I’m just checking that you haven’t injured yourself further.” Grace said with an amount of authority in her voice that made Johnny freeze up.

Grace then pulled the covers off of him some what as she started to examine his body. Grace then went to remove the t-shirt Johnny had on, but Johnny was having non of that. Firmly he clamped his fingers around the shirt preventing it from being pulled over his head.

“Come now boy stop that, your need for a medical examination out ways your desire for modesty right now, besides if I had any impure reason to see your body I would have had my fill when you were **** in my care.” Grace said as she pried Johnny’s fingers way.

Not in any condition to keep up a fight up Johnny relented, his cheeks burning with shame as Grace pulled his shirt off of him. He felt like some back door slut or harlot, as she pealed his clothes off him.
Johnny then noticed that several parts of his body were bandaged up, His arms, shoulders, chest, and hands, were all wrapped up tenderly in medical bandages.

In a stroke of luck the bandages were covering his nipples, so at lease he bare chest wasn’t totally on shameless display. Grace then produced to feel up Johnny’s wounds checking for swelling, or if any of bandages had come loose. Johnny didn’t like the touching, it reminded him of bad memories. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to ignore what was happening, but that just made the bad memories more vivid in his head. Against his will again, the tears started to flow.

“Are you sure your not hurting him Grace?” Stella asked as she saw Johnny starting to cry again.

“I am quite sure, and it looks like he didn’t injure him self again with the little fall he took.” Grace announced as she stood up from the chair.

“He’s crying again though.” Stella said with a concerned expression.

“The boy has gone though something that would be a very traumatic event for a boy, he must be experiencing many different manish emotions, best thing to do now is hold his hand, and let him know he has a strong women watching out for him now.”

“So you should get to that shouldn’t you Stella?” Grace said at her with a look.

“Me?” Stella said a bit surprised.

“Yes you, be woman, you were the one who wanted to take in this stray, rather then bring him to a hospital, he’s your responsibility.” Grace said as
she turned to leave.

“Wait, errr... for how long exactly and what do I do then?” Stella asked looking expectingly for more guidance on this situation she found her self in.

Grace sighed, giving Stella another look.

“Just comfort him till he calms down, and try to get him to eat he needs his strength to recover.”

With that Grace exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

Stella looked around a bit awkwardly, not sure she was ready for this. Yet she knew that Grace was right she had to be a women, and take responsibility. Stella took a deep breath psyching her self up, as she then puffed out her chest and took a seat next to you.

“Hey don’t cry now, I’m here for you I won’t let anything happen to you, so you don’t need to be afraid.” Stella said as she held Johnny’s hand like Grace said.

Johnny felt the tears start to roll down his cheeks. He hoped this was real, that she was telling the truth and this wasn’t some cruel trick. His instinct told him he shouldn’t, but he squeezed Stella’s hand, showing just a minuscule emotional response, and lowering his guard just a little bit.

“There, there, it’s okay here let dry some of those tears.” Stella said as she squeezed Johnny’s hand back.

Stella then took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and dabbed Johnny’s eyes.

“Okay done, your eyes look a lot prettier when there not filled with tears.” Stella said with a warm smile.

Johnny couldn’t help as his heart skipped a beat upon saying that. Quickly though he put his guard up again, still skeptical about Stella, and what her intentions were with him.

“Ah, sorry that was out of line I shouldn’t say things like that when your emotions are running so high it wouldn’t be fair.” Stella said apologizing for such a forward comment at a time like this.

“Here, please try to eat, Grace was right you need your strength.” Stella said picking up the plate and holding it up to Johnny.

Johnny looked at the food, it was sunny side up eggs, with crispy bacon, and some lightly toasted toast. Johnny felt his stomach rumble, as he continued to stare at the food, it did look really good.

“Okay....” Johnny said with a little nod.

Stella gave Johnny a warm smile happy that the boy was finally eating. She then cut a piece of the sausage, and brought the fork up to Johnny’s mouth so he could take a bite, which he did. Stella then proceeded to feed Johnny the rest of the plate, which Johnny graciously wolfed down as the food was as good as it looked. In fact he was pretty sure it was the best thing he ever tasted, though with his life that wasn’t a high bar to beat. Johnny also found himself blushing as he realized being feed breakfasts in bed by a handsome, and probably rich girl sounded like something out of a boy’s romance novel. He though quickly shook the though from his head, trying to keep his mind focused, and not let boyish fantasies get him distracted.

“You feel a bit better now?” Stella asked.

“A little thank you.” Johnny said.

“Good I was really worried, when you got hit by our limo I was sure you had been hurt really bad, and when you weren’t eating I was afraid that maybe your brain was damaged, ah my bad I’m rambling, sorry.” Stella apologized again rubbing the back of her neck.

“No it’s okay it was accident, wait did you say limo?” Johnny asked not sure if he heard that right.

“Oh yeah sorry I should probably tell you, my full name is Stella Lelivain, my mom is Rose Lelivain you might have heard of her, she’s the ceo of Queen’s.”

Johnny’s jaw nearly dropped, Queen’s was a huge mega brand, they had their fingers in almost every single pie imaginable! From boy’s cosmetics, all the way to tractor manufacturing, if you could think it QUEEN’S probably sold it or had a share in it! Johnny had an inkling Stella might be rich as she seemed to have a personal servant, yet a family member of the Queen’s CEO, and her daughter at that! She must be mega rich, hyper rich, one of the richest persons in America! Johnny didn’t have time to dwell on this subject though as the door to the room opened once again. It was Grace again this time holding, an outfit and a few other items as well.

“Has the boy eaten?” Grace asked plainly as she set the clothes down on the bed.

“Yeah, he was pretty hungry.” Stella said showing the plate bare of food.

“Good, good, now then I went, and got him a proper, outfit as well as some cosmetics, he has look his best if he’s going to be in our company after all.” Grace said as she splayed out the other items on the table.

Johnny took a look over the outfit Grace had picked out for him, and surprisingly he didn’t hate it. There was the standard black boy’s bra and, panties. A nice plain white crop top. A cute pink Box Pleat skirt. A brand new jean jacket, which was a bit baggier, and more striking then Johnny’s old one. As well as some stylish white sneakers. All in all the outfit was actually pretty trendy which surprised Johnny, as he assumed Grace was the upper class out of touch types.

He actually had to stop him self from turning, and asking if this really was all for him. He had never been given brand new clothes before, and such nice ones to! They were exactly the type of style he liked as well, ones that gave off a slight tomgirl vibe. It all made him a little excited, and happy even! Grace took notice of Johnny starting at the clothes in amazement, and smirked slightly. She was pleased that she had’t lost her touch to pick out an outfit that one would adore.

“Alright then Lady Stella give me, and the boy a few minutes alone please.” Grace said ushering Stella towards the door.

“Wait why?” Stella asked, digging in her heels as Grace pushed her along.

“The boy has to get dressed, and seeing as he’s not in the best condition to move around I need to help dress him.” Grace said pushing Stella out into the hallway.

“Hold on why can’t I dress him.” Stella asked, taking the comment as a bit of an insult to her capabilities.

“Surely you must know how inappropriate it would be for you to undress a boy so close to your age who you just recently meet Lady Stella?” Grace said like such a thing was standard edict.

“But-“

“No buts just wait outside for a few minutes, I’ll let you back in when I’m done. With that Grace shut the door, and locked it.

Johnny felt the hair stand on his neck as he then saw Grace then turn to him.

“Please boy, don’t give me any trouble you have to look presentable.” Grace said as she walked over to Johnny.

“I-I can dress myself.” Johnny said, not wanting to be stripped naked by this women he just meet.

“It would be very painful for you to try, and I can’t in good conscious let you hurt yourself in a attempt to do so, please boy I am only looking out for you here.” Grace said trying to reason with Johnny.

“And once that done I can touch up your face with makeup, believe me I can make you pretty as a prince.” Grace said offering something almost all boys would love to have.

Johnny felt embarrassed at the idea, yet he knew Grace was probably right, it would be painful if he didn’t get help putting these clothes on. Even just lying still, Johnny felt sore and stung all over. Then when he moved his body to much the pain got ten times worse!

“Okay...”Johnny sighed giving into graces requests.

“Thank you, I promise this won’t take but a moment, oh I almost for got while you’re undressed there’s one more thing I need to do.”

Johnny looked at Grace confused, and a bit concerned as he wondered what exactly Grace could need to do to him while he was naked. His mind raced as his brain immediately went into overdrive thinking up the worse possible scenarios one could think up. Hopefully though he was just letting his fear get the better of him.... hopefully....