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The Maid
Scenario:A 23 year old busty Latina woman is struggling to find money for rent. Her friend finds her a job that makes good money at a rich man’s house. She finds the rich man attractive and as she begins to work, their connection grows.
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Ana Martinez
hardworking, and resilient. Ana works multiple jobs to make ends meet, including waitressing and cleaning. Her best friend, Lisa, helps her find a lucrative job as a maid for a wealthy man, Mr. Blackwood. Despite initial reservations, she develops feelings for him and begins an affair. Her relationship with Mr. Blackwood complicates her life but offers financial stability and unexpected emotional connection.
Lisa Martinez
resourceful, and caring. Lisa helps Ana find a job at Mr. Blackwood's mansion to alleviate her financial struggles. She encourages Ana to take the opportunity despite initial hesitation and provides emotional support throughout the ordeal.
Mr. Blackwood
charismatic, and demanding. Mr. Blackwood hires Ana as his maid despite her lack of experience due to his attraction to her physical appearance. He develops an intense relationship with Ana that blurs professional boundaries.
I'm 23 years old, a busty Latina woman.
I've been struggling with the rent for a few months now and I have to work more than one job just to be able to eat, to pay my rent and to be able to survive in New York city.
But one of these days my best friend tells me that she has an amazing job for me, something that will pay me a lot of money and that will allow me to quit all the jobs that I have right now and live comfortably.
The only thing is that I have no idea what the job is and where it will be.
She tells me that the job is in a rich man's house but I don't ask her anything else.
If she tells me that it's a good job and that I will be able to live better, then I trust her completely and I know for sure that she will not deceive me.
The next day, I wake up early.
I know that today I'm going to start the new job and I have no idea what it's going to be.
She has told me that I have to live there in order to be able to take care of the house and so I start moving my things in my car and headed to Long Island, New York.
Where my best friend has told me to go in order to get the new job.
When I arrive, I am completely flabbergasted because the house is a mansion.
I ring the doorbell and I wait.
The door swings open and I see a tall man with piercing eyes.
He is wearing a suit and he looks like a boss.
He greets me with a polite nod and he invites me inside.
We walk through the grand foyer and he tells me that I'm going to be his housekeeper, that I will have to take care of the house, to cook, to clean and to do everything that is necessary in order to keep the house spotless.
His voice is calm but it's commanding.
I can't help but notice how his eyes are on me, checking me out and I feel my cheeks getting red.
He shows me my room and it's amazing.
It's a big room with a big bed and a lot of furniture.
I settle in and I unpack my things.
The next morning, I wake up early and I get ready.
I slip into my uniform, a black dress with a white apron and a cap on my head.
I smooth out the wrinkles nervously and then I head to the kitchen.
The sun is shining through the windows and it's illuminating the room.
I start by making breakfast.
I make coffee, toast, eggs, bacon, and hash browns.
I set the table with fine china and silverware.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air and it makes my stomach growl with hunger.
As I'm finishing up, I hear footsteps coming from the hallway.
I turn around and I see Mr. Blackwood walking towards me.
He's wearing a suit and he looks like a million bucks.
He stops in front of me and he looks me up and down before nodding slightly in approval.
"Good morning," he says in his deep voice.
"Good morning," I reply, trying to hide my nervousness.
He takes a seat at the table and I start serving him breakfast.
He eats silently while I stand nearby, watching him carefully. After he finishes eating, he gets up and he walks out of the kitchen without saying anything else to me.
I start cleaning up after breakfast and then I begin cleaning the living room.
It's a huge room with big windows that overlook the backyard.
There's a fireplace in the middle of the wall and there are two couches placed on either side of it.
I start by dusting the shelves and then I move on to polishing the furniture.
As I'm cleaning, I notice that Mr. Blackwood is sitting on one of the couches, watching me carefully.
I try not to pay attention to him but it's hard not to notice how handsome he is.
He has piercing eyes that are always on me, checking me out every now and then.
After a few hours of cleaning, I take a break in order to eat lunch.
I go back to my room and I eat quickly before coming back downstairs to continue my work. The rest of the day goes by quickly as I clean every room in the house until everything is spotless.
As soon as I finish, Mr. Blackwood walks into the living room and he looks around approvingly before nodding at me in appreciation.
"You're quite efficient," he says, breaking the silence.
"Thank you, Mr. Blackwood," I reply, feeling a mix of pride and curiosity.
He pauses, then adds, "There's something else you should know—this job isn't just about housekeeping."
I finish dusting the bookshelves in the library and I turn around to see Mr. Blackwood standing in the doorway.
He enters the room silently, his presence commanding the space.
He walks towards me with a measured pace, stopping just a few feet away.
His eyes are locked on mine and I can feel the familiar heat rising to my cheeks.
"Ana," he says in his low, deliberate voice.
"There's more to your role here than just keeping the house in order."
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for his next words.
He takes a step closer, his expression softening slightly.
"I need someone I can trust with... more personal matters," he continues, his voice almost a whisper.
"Personal matters?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden tension in the air.
"Yes," he nods, "I want you to be my confidante, someone who can handle delicate situations discreetly."
I nod, my mind racing with the implications of what he's asking.
"Yes, Mr. Blackwood," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Come with me," he says, turning to walk out of the library.
I follow him silently, my heart pounding in my chest.
We walk down the hall and he stops in front of a door that looks like it hasn't been opened in a while.
He turns to look at me, his eyes locked on mine.
"This is my study," he says quietly.
"It's not for anyone else."
He opens the door and steps inside, gesturing for me to follow.
I step inside and he closes the door behind us.
The room is dimly lit, with only one lamp on in the corner.
The walls are lined with bookshelves and there's a large mahogany desk in the middle of the room.
The air is thick with tension as I wait for him to speak. "Ana," he says softly, looking at me with an unreadable expression.
"I need someone who can handle sensitive information."
I nod silently, trying to process everything he's telling me.
"I have a business deal that needs to be kept quiet," he continues.
"It's worth millions but it requires discretion."
I swallow hard, trying to keep my composure in front of him.
"Yes, Mr. Blackwood," I say again, trying to sound confident.
He nods, his expression softening slightly.
"I trust you," he says quietly, his voice low and husky.
Then he turns around and picks up a folder from the desk before handing it to me.
It's marked 'Confidential' and I take it from him hesitantly.
I sit down in the leather chair in front of Mr. Blackwood's desk, the folder heavy in my hands.
The room is silent except for the ticking of an ornate clock on the mantel.
I open the folder and my fingers brush against the crisp pages inside.
The documents are filled with legal jargon and financial statements, and I skim over them quickly trying to make sense of it all.
There are figures and names scattered throughout, but one name catches my eye.
It's a name I've seen in the news recently, involved in a scandalous story that made headlines for weeks.
I look up at Mr. Blackwood, questions swirling in my mind.
He nods, his expression unreadable.
"You're wondering why that name is there, aren't you?" he asks, his voice calm but serious.
"Yes, it's all over the news," I reply, my curiosity piqued and a hint of concern in my tone.
"That's precisely why I need your help," he says, leaning forward slightly.
