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“Babe, can you believe my necklace is missing now?!” Shannon yelled from her jewelry closet, no doubt throwing all her organized jewelry boxes to the floor. Connor only sighed, he was in no mood to deal with her rage at the moment. Instead, he just closed the door to his personal theatre and resumed watching the new episode of Breaking Bad.
It wasn’t long before Shannon came to find him, slamming the doors open and turning on the lights.
“Connor. Do you not care?” She screeched, her pearls bouncing off her plunging neck line, revealing just the top of her breasts. Enough to remind Connor how fucking hot she was. Then she spoke and reminded Connor how fucking crazy she was.
“I’ll buy you another one.” He said, trying to ease the situation and get back to his show.
“You can’t buy me another, you idiot. It was a hand-made gift from Donatella. You know? Donatella Versace.”
“Yes. I know who she is. I’ll talk to her and explain the situation.”
Shannon only looked at him in disbelief.
“You’re so fucking dense. I want our maid fired. I’m sure Martha is putting her sticky ass fingers all over my fucking closet. Get her fired. I want a new maid here by tomorrow. And do a fucking background check on these bitches,” Shannon yelled, storming out of the room and slamming the dark black doors shut. Connor let out a sigh of relief as the hurricane dissipated, but then came the sadness. He sat there in silence, wondering where everything went wrong. Memories of pure joy flashed through his mind, memories of him and Shannon joking and playing in the ocean waves. Memories of their passionate weekends, filled with the craziest and the hottest sex Connor ever thought possible. Times when Connor didn’t feel like he was walking on eggshells around her. Moments when they would both get lost in each other, intertwined in an intricate dance of love and passion. Now, it was just constant torture.
“Martha, can you come meet me in the theatre?”
“Of course, sir. I’ll be there in five minutes, just coming in from the greenhouse.”
Connor hung up the phone and leaned back into the cloud-like leather seat. He didn’t know what he was going to tell Martha, but he was beginning to feel worse and worse.
“Sir, you needed me?” Martha said, whispering from the door, afraid to interrupt the show. Breaking Bad was serious business.
“Martha! Come in, come in.” Connor said, shutting the huge screen off and walking over to Martha, gesturing to a pair of seats next to the door. She sat down, looking a little apprehensive. Connor could tell that she knew something was up.
“Martha, you’ve been an exceptional help for the past five years. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without you.”
He rested a hand on her knee, comforting her as he could see tears beginning to form. Before she could reply though, the doors burst open and Shannon storms in, once again.
“You dirty bitch! Get out of here right now before I call the police and have you deported back to whatever third world country you came from.” She towered over poor Martha, who’s skin was flushed red with emotions. Connor could tell Martha had nothing to do with the missing jewelry.
“Honey, and you’re sure they’re missing? Maybe you just misplaced them?” Connor asked, standing up to meet Shannon head on. His tone was dripping with confrontation. Martha sitting between them like a child caught in the middle of a WWE wrestling match.
“Don’t you dare ‘honey’ me. Whatever the fucking case, we can’t prove damn shit and I don’t want this bitch walking around my hallways either. Get her the fuck out of here, Connor.”
Connor was beginning to get angrier. He glanced down at Martha, who was holding back sobs.
“She has been working for us for five fucking years, not once has anything gone missing.”
“Five fucking years too long, Connor. I’m done here.”
And without another word, Shannon turned on her Loubitouns, which she loved wearing around the mansion for some reason, and stormed out of the theatre. Martha, on her departure, opened up the floodgates and began with the heaving cries that racked her body. All Connor could do was sit back down and let Martha rest her head on his shoulder, soaking his plain white t-shirt.
Firing Martha was no easy task, and it weighed heavily on Connor’s conscience. He knew Shannon lost the necklace herself, but she would never fess up to it. He also knew Shannon would have taken matters into her own hands, further than the damage she had already caused. His only choice was to fire Martha. He didn’t let Martha go empty-handed though. He wrote her a check for $40,000 and thanked her for all her hard work.
After Martha was gone, Connor took to the internet to Google maid services. It took him an hour before he stumbled upon an expertly done website advertising the best maids in Miami, all background checked and verified. He called the number and asked if they could get a maid in by tomorrow. The lady on the phone was incredibly pleasant and assured him that they would assign one of their best maids, Jada Roman, to tend to his house. He hung up and went back to watching Breaking Bad, hoping the meth dealing duo would numb his heavy mind for the next hour.
Chapter Two
Jada looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, examining her new maid uniform with open admiration. It was a modern twist on the typical maid outfit, keeping the same black and white color scheme but creating a much more form fitting black shirt and shorts with white trimmings. Her ass took a little bit of work trying to fit into the shorts, but when everything was zipped and buttoned, her ass never looked better. She started to wonder why Darrius would ever leave her.
Thinking of Darrius suddenly sent a small pang of emotion through her chest.
Her and Darrius were best friends for years before they embarked on a relationship, which happened to be one of Jada's best. Their days were spent crying because of how much laughter they couldn’t suppress. Their chemistry was also pretty incredible, especially when they would spend weekends with their curtains drawn, exploring each other’s bodies and finding ways to please each other that neither would have imagined.
But to Darrius, it was all replaceable.
To Jada, it was everything.
The break-up came as a shock to her when one day Darrius just flat out stopped answering any of her calls. After hours of panicking, Darius shows up at her door with an expression that Jada had never seen before. He broke the news like someone who was trying to remove a tooth would do. Quickly and with a huge amount of pain.
For the week after, Jada was a disaster.
But with a new job on the horizon, Jada found her spirits being lifted. Especially as she admired her perfect figure in the full-length mirror.
He's the one missing out.
And sure enough, he was definitely missing out. Jada had curves in all the right places, with a thick bottom and a charming smile, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Damn, I should wear this shit out one day.
She grabbed her bus pass and ran out into the humid, sunny Miami morning. She locked up her tiny apartment and hurried over to the bus stop, afraid that she was cutting it close on time. On the way there, she expertly dodged a cracked out homeless man and also avoided stepping on what seemed to be a used heroine needle. Ah the joys of living in downtown.
Jada was used to it.
Growing up in a torn household was rough, and so was growing up with parents who were heroin addicts and crack dealers. It was a childhood no one wanted, but many had to live with. It provided Jada with little stability and no one to look up to. Instead, she forged her own path, working her way through community college and earning a degree in business administration. Graduating was such a great feeling, but reality slapped her soon after.
Job prospects were rough.
It was an unfortunate truth that was making things so much harder than they needed to be. A college degree wasn’t what is used to be and now finding a job was becoming damn near impossible. With a student loan, rent, and other monthly bills, Jada c
ouldn’t afford being without a job for more than a week. So working as a maid was more than anything she could want right now. She’d worry about her dreams and aspirations later.
It took her about forty-five minutes to get to the house, but when she did her mouth dropped open. She suspected it would be a large house when the bus took a turn towards Star Island, the home of all the rich and famous. The bus wasn’t allowed all the way in so Jada had to walk from the entrance, passing many mansions on the way. But when she arrived at Connor’s mansion, it was in a whole other world compared to the others.
The architecture was like nothing Jada had ever laid eyes on before. The mansion took on a more modern frame, with sharp edges and glass walls strewn throughout. The color scheme of slate gray, black and white didn’t feel very homey at first but quickly grew on Jada. The four-story behemoth was framed by perfectly manicured lawns that were a plush emerald green in color, a huge marble fountain sculpted into the shape of a koi fish, a few roaming peacocks waving their brightly colored tails in the air, and four pristine Bentley's parked out in the front, their hoods reflecting the glittering sunlight.
It was absolutely ridiculous. Jada was absolutely stunned and felt really excited to call this place her office.
Then she realized she was the one in charge of keeping this theme park clean. Shit.
She walked up to the front and climbed up the steps to the impressive glass doors. She reached up and chimed the doorbell, which rang out across the whole property. She wasn’t even completely sure this was how she was supposed to get inside.
Maybe there’s some underground entrance they smuggle the help through, she thought to herself, readjusting her shorts so that her lacey pink panties weren’t being sneaky and peeking out the top.
It took about five minutes before someone opened the door.
“You must be the new maid,” said the woman who swung the door open. She had beach blond hair that hung loosely in perfectly done curls over her perfectly done tits.
Also, she looked oddly familiar.
Jada was already annoyed, but she did her best to not show it. She forced the most pleasant grin she could afford.
“Yes, mam. My name is Jada Roman, nice to meet you,” she said while extending out a hand like most normal people would do in this situation. The woman just turned on her heels and walked away, her sun-dress catching the window on her bitch turn. She began calling out behind her, “name’s Shannon, start in the kitchen and work your way up.”
Jada watched as she walked away, her heels clicking over the extremely expensive and perfect flooring.
Holy dick, that’s Shannon Gold! From the Into the Furnace movies!
Jada was never a fan of Into the Furnace.
Jada didn’t even know where to begin, so she walked into the grand foyer with eyes as wide as a lost fawn. She looked around, hoping for some hint as to where the kitchen was but instead she just couldn’t stop marveling at all the expensive and hand-crafted furniture that decorated the huge, white room with a glass ceiling that allowed an ample amount of sunlight to shine down on the marble floor. It was like walking into a dream. She was so caught up in it all that she didn’t notice Connor walking in through a side hallway.
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Connor had heard the exchange between Jada and Shannon and knew he had to go in and do damage control. When they first met, Shannon used to be very down to earth and treated everyone with respect, which was something Connor always found so admirable. These days, she found joy in stepping over the less fortunate. So Connor threw on a pair of light blue gym shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out and headed for the foyer. From the hallway, he could see Jada admiring everything around her. He smiled to himself, watching her wide-eyed expression. He also couldn’t help but notice how incredibly attractive Jada was. Her ebony skin gleamed underneath the light reflected down from the glass ceiling, and her deep brown eyes were welcoming, even from where Connor was.
Connor also couldn’t help but notice Jada’s other… assets.
His eyes wandered to her perfectly plump ass but his thoughts immediately went back to Shannon. He was a loyal man, but Jada was a stunningly beautiful girl and temptation was a hell of a bitch to ignore. Especially when he was married to a drug-addicted monster.
He strode through the hallway, a smile growing on his face. Something about Jada made him feel good.
“You must be Jada,” Connor said, walking over to greet her with an enthusiastic smile and a friendly wave. Jada, who had just dealt with a class five bitch, was taken aback by Connor’s warmth. She was also taken aback by the perfection Connor embodied. She never found herself incredibly attracted to white men, but Connor literally made her mouth drop open just the slightest bit. She felt herself admiring his confident strut, the way his toned body fit in his tight gym clothes, how his captivating green eyes just invited even the hardest person in. It was as though, the house mixed with the man, literally took her breath away.
She was so taken aback, she realized she never answered his question.
“Yeah, I’m Jada. Your new maid, can’t wait to start dusting! Beautiful eyes, eh I mean house. You have an incredibly gorgeous house.”
Jada had a way of over-talking whenever she got nervous, and now was definitely one of those times.
“Thanks, I have to admit, your eyes are quite breath-taking as well,” Connor replied, a hint of flirtation behind his words. Jada found her smile growing. Hearing that from such a fine specimen of man sent a familiar tingle down her spine. She had to look away from him, feeling as though if she kept looking any longer she might just throw him to the ground right then and there and ravage his body.
“Um, Shannon, she told me to start at the kitchen and move up from there?” Jada said, looking around quizzically for the kitchen. Connor took note and shook his head apologetically.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. My wife has a tendency to be a little rough around the edges. Please don’t take it personally; I know I try not to.” He said, apologizing for his wife’s behavior. Jada internalized this, remembering that their marriage was all over the blogosphere since last year. She resigned herself to accepting the fact that Connor was eyes only and hands off, unless she wanted to incur the wrath of a Hollywood starlet and rumored drug addict to boot.
“But yeah, the kitchen is right this way. In fact, let me give you the grand tour.”
“I don’t think I have that long in my lifetime,” Jada joked, hoping Connor would understand her sense of humor. And sure enough, he laughed.
“Well then let’s hope they come up with the elixir of eternal life.”
Connor wasn’t that great with the jokes.
The tour fortunately didn’t take their whole lives. It only took about thirty minutes to cover everything from the ten walk-in bathrooms to the small petting zoo in the backyard, right next to the full-sized tennis court.
“So what did ya think?” Connor asked, popping open the orange juice container and pouring her a glass as they stood next to the jet black marble island inside the gargantuan kitchen. Stainless-steel appliances that seemed to be able to do anything from keeping your food cold to writing up a kid’s science report along with beautiful accent tiles placed strategically throughout.
It was a dream.
“When can I move in?”
“As soon as you choose which bedroom you want.”
Jada laughed, her neck arching back in the moment, shining underneath the light. It was beginning to make Connor excited. He recognized how beautiful Jada was earlier, but now there was a primalistic emotion taking over. He started seeing how hot she really was, how her breasts seemed to have just the perfect fullness to them, how her lips were always being met by her tongue as she licked them wet, how her hips were just the perfect size to grab on to.
You can take mine, Connor thought. His eyes suspiciously darted from the top of Jada’s breasts back to her pearly white smile. The things I would do to you.
All tho
ughts of Shannon were being pushed to the side as Connor was beginning to imagine their bodies touching, their sweat and scents mingling as they fucked like animals over the kitchen counter.
“I’ll take a bathroom at this point,” Jada joked, innocently leaning forward on the island and unconsciously revealing more of her copper brown skin.
Holy shit.
Connor felt his blood rushing to parts of him that clouded his judgment. He was starting to find that he had never been more attracted to a woman before, and the growing tent in his gym shorts was beginning to prove that.
Connor shifted where he stood, using the jet black countertop to hide his growing excitement.
“Maybe we can arrange that,” Connor joked along, well aware that his boxer-briefs were feeling very constricted at this point.
Jada laughed at that, a hearty laugh that made her breasts bounce just the slightest. Enough to send Connor over the edge. He either had to have her or he had to get out of that room. The only thing stopping him from bending Jada over right that instant was the thought of Shannon.
He knew she was a drug addicted lunatic, but she was his first love and that was a hard bond to break. He also knew how cheating affected families. But could it really be considered cheating if Shannon loved cocaine more than Connor's company?
Connor had to get out of there. No matter how hard he was getting from imagining Jada on her knees.
"It was great meeting you, Jada! You can go ahead and start, I'll get out of your way."
"Great meeting you too, Connor! Thanks so much for the job, I really appreciate it beyond anything," Jada said, her gratitude was more than obvious. She made a move to give Connor a hug and Connor could do nothing but accept it. His strong arms circled around her in what would have been a very platonic hug, if not for the fact that Connor's erect cock was balled up and struggling to break free from the confines of his gym shorts. Connor thanked goodness he didn't decide to freeball it today or his erection would have been extremely obvious.
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