Domestic Services

[angelique127]

Rosalita Mendez, a very pretty and young latina, has just accepted employment as a private domestic servant for a rather wealthy, and successful accountant named Patricia Locke. The job offers plenty of fringe benefits, at least as far as Rosalita is concerned, besides good pay, her maid's quarters is luxurious, complete with a marbled, and mirrored whirlpool bath. Their is a large in ground pool out back to enjoy during her time off from her usual duties, and best of all, Mrs. Locke is gone alot during the day, busy working ten hour days. On the downside, however, when Mrs. Locke is at home, she is kind of demanding, insisting upon perfection, not to mention that she is sort of prudish, or standoffish, if you will. But as long as Rosalita performs her tasks as required, which include cleaning, taking care of the laundry, and cooking the evening meal, everything is fine.

She had only been working there for about six weeks, when Mrs. Locke informed her that her son was coming home from college to spend the summer. Rosalita had seen pictures of him, of course, and he was a goodlooking, young man. Her only concern was that this would be an added burden upon her, increasing her work load considerably.

I will play the role of Rosalita, the dark haired, brown eyed maid, who eventually turns the tables upon her employer. Not too give anymore away, we'll leave it like that....

Little Golden will play the role of Mrs. Locke, the beautiful blonde divorcee, with a vurnable secret to be exploited...

The role of Brandon Locke, her studious and goodlooking son, is available by PM only....

other roles may be added, as the story progresses, again PM all suggestions first.

 

[Gabe619]

OOC: Thanks to Angelique for letting me write with two such talented and hot writers.

IC:

Brandon Locke
Age: 18
Height: 6'2"
weight: 210lb (all muscle)
Hair: Short and brown
Eyes: Green/Hazel

Personality: Brandon is a lot like his mother thanks to her upbringing. He can be aloof and distant at times, especially if he is studying or writing. But other times he can be the life and soul of a party if his friends can pull him away from his books. A talented writer and athlete, Brandon is a part of the track team at school and he has a very fit and well muscled body.


*
Brandon packed his books away and looked around his room to make sure he had everything. Nodding he fastened the catches on his briefcase and slung his bag over his shoulder as he left the room for his holiday back home with mom. He was actually looking forward to it. he needed a break to unwind and relax, although he enjoyed life here at school, he still liked to be home in his own house. Walking through the corridors of the scholl he walked outside into the sun and found his convertible standing waiting for him. Putting his stuff in the small boot of the car he jumped in and started the engine. Waving to a few of his friends, he dropped the clutch and sped off in a shower of gravel.

 

[little_golden]

Character

Name: Patricia Locke
Background: Anglo-Saxon
Complexion: White
Age: 36
Occupation: Accountant
Status: Divorced, 1 dependent son
Eyes: sparkling blue
Hair: sandy blonde, shoulder length, curly
Ht: 5'6
Wt: 115

Patricia is a pretty 36 year old woman with a small build. She is small breasted but cursed with large perky nipples. Athletic and competitive in nature, she is very fit, slim, and flexible. To relax she enjoys playing the flute, reading, walking, jogging, hiking and bicycling. By nature she is an introvert.

As an accountant she is successful and well off. To make life easier for herself she hired a maid and let the maid help with the day to day running of the household since she was so busy with her accounting practice.

She is now well respected in the community, after a teenage pregnancy had ruined her reputation in town. Her son is now grown at just coming home for summer from college. Though she hides it well there are a lot of stresses in her life.

Background

Patricia Locke had never ever expected to get hooked on gambling. It had been a few small bets at first. To recover what she lost she borrowed more and more. There were some small wins, but she always seemed to lose that too and it was never enough. After cashing in her bonds, burning up her savings, selling her jewelery and re-mortgaging the house the only way of paying the bills had been to slowly steal money from her clients.

As an accountant it had been easy for her. A little bit here and a little bit there, the risk kept growing as she continued to gamble. If she made the big score, she pay off everything and stop gambling completely, she had promised herself a hundred times or more. But the debts kept growing and growing and she just couldn't get a lucky break.

It had been more than a year, she kept her secret hidden. Patricia had assumed the maid to be stupid, given her lowly job, and accented English but then one day, to her surprise, the new maid had overheard a few of her phone calls. A few days later she met a few angry male visitors wanted their payment. A few weeks later she had found a few papers in the house. The maid had put two and two together, and now she was eager to pacify the maid to keep her gambling and embezzlement a secret.

Patricia knew if the maid called the police she’d be arrested. She’d lose her license to practice as an accountant. She’d been ruined in the local community. Her son and she would be humiliated. She couldn’t let that upon. The maid had initially asked for simple things in exchange for silence, but now she was growing bolder and bolder.

With his coming home for the summer she had no idea how she’d placate the maid and keep gambling problem a secret.

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita

Patricia's large walk in closet was full of very expensive and fashionable clothes. Rosalita should know, after all, she had done her laundry, or taken her things to the dry cleaners for the past couple of month's. Rosie couldn't help but admire admire this one specail, red silk dress, and the way it hugged her curves. As a matter of fact, she intended to wear it tonight, along with a pair of silk stockings, of course, while Patricia served dinner. Matched with some high heels, they would make Rosalita feel quite sophisticated.

Rosalita finished applying the bright red nail polish to her nails, musing over the way things had changed over the last week. She had discovered certain, shall we say, illegal activities, that Patricia was involved in. This coupled with an addiction to gambling, had given Rosie an advantage. The last thing in the world, that lilly- white Patricia wanted was someone to find out the truth. Pat was, at the very least, most co-operative...

Too bad... thought Rosie, Pat's son was coming home tommorrow. While this did not worry Rosie too much, or spoil her plans, young males were even easier to control, Rosalita would have liked more time to break in her new servant. Oh well, we still have tonight. Perhaps I'll have her prepare me a bath. And she better get the water just right. Not too hot, and not too cold...afterwards, I'll make her brush my hair, until it shines. That is, after she shampoo's and conditions it !

Rosalita so loved to be pampered...

 

[little_golden]

Patricia arrived home from another long day of work exhausted from both the work and the stress of her misdeeds. In past months her home had been a haven for her to escape from her crimes. But things had changed so much since Rosalita had discovered her gambling problem and how she was funding it.

The bitch... The house is a mess again... I don't smell any food.... She's not around... I bet she's in my bedroom again.... Probably going through my clothes trying to figure out what to steal... That was the worst mistake I made ever hiring that worthless bitch! Patricia mentally decided as she walked into the big house.

"Rosalita?" Patricia called out.

"I'm home.... Did you have a good day while I was gone?" Patricia called out. She was hoping Rosalita had gone out but hearing a sound upstairs she knew she wasn't that lucky.

That bitch doesn't even call me Mrs. Locke anymore.... Oh... I wish I'd fired her ass... Patricia mentally pondered secretly as she climbed the oak winding stairs to the second floor.

Her high heels made a slight clicking sound as she moved down the hall to her room. She called out:

"Rosalita?"

 

[angelique127]

Rosa

" Rosalita ? "

" Si... I'm up here, Pat. In zee bedroom. " she called out, upon hearing the lady of the house coming up the stairs. Patricia entered her bedroom, and Rosie could tell by her expression that she wasn't very pleased.

" It's about time you get home. I am starving, I could eat a horse ! " Rosalita commented , ignoring Pat's frustration. " How do I look, senorita ? Very good, I think. "

Looking at her reflection in the full length mirror, Rosalita spun around, the hem of the short, red dress twirling as she did.

" Hmmm...wearing dis dress makes me want to go salsa dancing. Have you ever been ? I think not, you do not look the type. " Rosalita laughed to herself at the image of stuffy, prim and proper Patricia Locke strutting her stuff on the dance floor.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rosalita glanced at Patricia standing there, hands on her hips. My gosh, she is so uptight sometimes...

Rosalita turned to face her, thrusting out her chest proudly, and suggested, with a hint of authority " Why don't you relax, and fix me a drink. Fix yourself one too, maybe it would...how you say it...it help you to unwind alittle. "

 

[little_golden]

Patricia felt her stomach turning as Rosalita called back to her:

" Si... I'm up here, Pat. In zee bedroom. "

Deep down she was hoping that the nasty little maid was gone out. She never knew what to expect from Rosalita.

Rosalia set the tone for the evening early as she announced:

"It's about time you get home. I am starving, I could eat a horse ! "

"We'll I could always cook up something or order in" suggested Patricia meekly. She really didn't want to piss off Rosalita. They'd be together for most of the weekend.

Patricia felt annoyed that Rosalita was once again in her room and exploring through her stuff. She was getting bolder and bolder every day. Rosalita no longer gave the the "Yes ma'am" or "Yes Mrs. Locke". With the change in circumstances Patricia couldn't even fire Rosalita.

Rosalita asked seeming without worry and as if it was such a natural question:

" How do I look, senorita ? Very good, I think. "

Patricia's eyes were wide as Rosalita spun around before her own full length mirror while wearing one of Patricia's expensive designer short red dress.

Holding back her tongue from saying something smart and nasty, Patricia tried to turn her anger into a smile but her hands dropped to her hips revealing her inner thoughts. Before she could think of the right thing to say Rosalita added in a what felt like a mocking tone:

" Hmmm...wearing dis dress makes me want to go salsa dancing. Have you ever been ? I think not, you do not look the type. "

It was the grin and soft laughter that annoyed Patricia the most. Here was her maid criticizing her for being unable to enjoy salsa dancing. It was the underlying messages that her maid felt she was too uptight, or unable to have fun or maybe that she thought that Patricia could dance in a sexy manner.

Patricia felt the fake smile coming to her face as she now announced:

"That color really looks great on you.... But the style may not be right for you... It's too professional looking and elegant... You probably want something more raw" Patricia softly retorted.

Rosalita seemed to have other plans as she proudly thrust out her chest and suggested, with a hint of authority:

"Why don't you relax, and fix me a drink. Fix yourself one too, maybe it would...how you say it...it help you to unwind alittle. "

"Sure... Drinks would be lovely.... What can I get you tonight?" offered Patricia.

"Did you have any ideas for supper?" Patricia added as she remembered that Rosalita was hungry.

"If you want to meet me downstairs, I'll just change into....."

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita takes charge...

" If you want to meet me downstairs, I'll just change into..." Patricia was about to suggest slipping into something more casual, but Rosalita cut her off before she could finish.

" I have idea, you can wear dis ! " Rosalita gestured towards the bed where her own formal maids outfit was lying. Not that Rosalita herself wore it very often, it was only for specail occasions, if company was coming over for dinner or such, and being that Pat didn't entertain quests very much, preferring her privacy, Rosalita hardly ever wore it. Although Pat didn't know it yet, that too was about to change.

Pat looked about to protest, but she didn't say anything.

Rosalita smiled at Patricia, as if daring her to refuse...and if she did, then Rosalita was ready to remind her that she had a little secret she needed to protect...

" I will be downstairs, waiting for you. Oh yes, remember...from now on you can address me as Mrs. Mendez, or madam will do also. " Rosalita smirked, as she walked by...

 

[little_golden]

Mrs. Locke was trying to get Rosalita out of her room so she could change out of her business attire, when Rosalita announced her own suggestion on what Patricia should wear:

"I have idea, you can wear dis ! "

Patricia watched as Rosalita finger pointed to the where the formal maid outfit lay spread out. Taking a big gulp of air, Patricia was ready to explode about how demeaning it would be. Realizing the messiness of the situation she simple smiled and held her tongue in check.

Rosalita then announced with a smirk as she headed out of the room:

" I will be downstairs, waiting for you. Oh yes, remember...from now on you can address me as Mrs. Mendez, or madam will do also."

"Yes ma'am" Patricia mumbled as she held her anger inside. The idea of wearing that goofy uniform bothered her. She slipped out of her jacket, skirt and then removed her expensive pink blouse.

Looking in the full length mirror Patricia knew she was pretty with her small figure, and short curly blonde hair. But to demean herself with that uniform was just awful.

It took Patricia two minutes to work up her nerve to put on the formal maid's outfit. The outfit was a little black one piece dress, it was high on her knee and it was scooped out in the front. There was lace around the waist, bottom of the dress, and around the scooped out cut. There was a little lace hat, and a matching lace apron. It felt almost painful for Patricia to put it on.

After dressing in the maid's outfit, she decided to put on a pair of black stockings and found a suitable pair of black heels to match the outfit. Looking once again in the mirror she had to frown as she felt as if she had stepped down in life.

Patricia hurried from her room and down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Ma'am what type of drink would you like?" Patricia called out nervously. She was terrified that one of her neighbors, clients, son, x-husband or a rare friend might drop by.

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita

" Ma'am what kind of drink would you like ? " Pat called out. Rosalita was pleased that Pat was going along with the little game they were playing.

" I think I prefer tequila, but you have none, so I have a Malibu Rum with Sprite." she called out from the couch were she was now relaxing. She almost giggled to herself at the thought of her blonde employer searching for the soda, because she didn't have a clue were it was kept. Rosalita heard the cabinet doors being opened and shut as her new maid searched the bar area. If she wasn't mistaken, Rosalita could have swore Pat was cursing about something or other.

" Hurry, please, senorita, I am very thirsty ! " Rosalita called out, after waiting only a few moments. Finally, Patricia entered the spacious living room with her drink in hand.

" Oh my...don't we look pretty ! If your ex husband could only see you now, he would probably want to marry you again ! " she teased, taking the drink from her and tasting it. Rosalita was aware that Pat's ex hubby was a very sensitive subject...

Rosalita had to admit Pat looked fine in the little maids outfit, although she did appear uncomfortable, but better yet, it only proved how far Pat was willing to go to please her former domestic servant and protect her secret. Beyond a doubt, Rosalita was enjoying this little charade...

" So... tommorrow your son is coming home. I think we should have a little party, don't you think ? Have you anybody you want to invite ? " Rosalita asked innocently...

 

[little_golden]

Patricia was furious but hid her anger as Rosalita replied very haughtily:

"I think I prefer tequila, but you have none, so I have a Malibu Rum with Sprite."

Worse that the tone of her voice, was seeing her relaxing on the couch in her expensive red dress. Sucking it in, Patricia hurried around trying to figure out where to find the rum and the Sprite.

"Shit!" Patricia mumbled as she checked unsuccessfully in various cupboards and cabinets,

Rosalita pushed Patricia's buttons even more when she called out:

"Hurry, please, senorita, I am very thirsty!"

Patricia felt relieve when she found the rum in a cabinet in the dinning room and a bottle of sprite nearby. She mixed the drink quickly in a clean glass, adding two onces of rum with about 4 onces of Sprite. From the fridge in the kitchen she added a few ice cubes, and then hurried towards Rosalita. (Patricia forgot to make herself a drink.)

The mocking tone of Rosalita was like a slap in the face, as Rosalita teased Patricia:

"Oh my...don't we look pretty! If your ex husband could only see you now, he would probably want to marry you again!"

Patricia turned red as a cooked lobster. It was an awkward sensitive spot. Once of the reasons they had divorced was that Patricia had refused to play sexual games with her husband. She thought of it as humiliating to women. Yet here she was all dressed up like a maid for Rosalita.

Rosalita appeared pensive for a moment and Patricia had no idea what Rosalita might be thinking. She waited nervously hoping that the drink was okay. She half expected Rosalita to dump it out or order another drink or be made to do something else foolish.

Rosalita asked:

"So... tomorrow your son is coming home. I think we should have a little party, don't you think ? Have you anybody you want to invite? "

"A party?" Patricia replied in shock.

"Oh no... my son hates parties.... I think I'll phone him tonight... He needs to spend some time with my ex-husband.... he'd be bored here" Patricia added as a after thought.

I can't have him here.... He can't see me like this! Patricia thought secretly.

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita

" Oh no...my son hates parties...I think I'll phone him tonight...he needs to spend some time with my ex-husband....he'd be bored here. " Patricia insisted, appearing to be very uncomfortable at the thought of having a party.

" Oh really ? I don't think so. I have never known a male to be bored when I am around. Besides, you are always so uptight. Not to worry, I will teach you. " Rosalita said, taking a sip of her drink before continuing, " It is ashame, the way you treat your ex-husband. You know that I speak with him on the phone the other day, while you were at work, he is such a nice man, and he tole me some things about you."

Rosalita smiled, taking delight in watching her employer suffer and enjoying this game of cat and mouse. Pat, on the other hand, didn't seem to be enjoying it as much. Too bad, we are going to play by my rules, whether she likes it or not ! Rosa thought to herself, knowing that Pat really had no choice but to go along with what ever she wanted.

" Now, where were we....oh yes, you were about to make me dinner. What would I like tonight ? Maybe some lobster, since it's Friday. I am absolutely famished. " Rosalita whispered, seeming to be thinking out loud. She knew that Pat hated cooking with a passion...

" If you need me, I will be upstairs in your room, making a few phone calls. I think I will dine up there also, so bring it to me when you are finished. " Rosalita addressed her maid, and handed her the empty glass for Pat to freshen up...

" Oh...I almost forgot, I will ring the bell if I want something. " Rosalita smiled, remembering once when Patricia had wanted her to come running, she had rung a little, brass bell. Later that evening, the bell had dissappeared. Let's see how she likes it...

 

[little_golden]

Patricia worried as she tried to evade Rosalita's suggestion of having a big party for her son. The last thing she needed was to play cat and mouse with Rosalita with her son at home, yet alone, before her son and twenty or forty of his friends.
She felt stupid dressed up as the maid and being forced to placate Rosalita.

She took a deep breath hoping that Rosalita would forget about the whole party idea. Instead Rosalita replied:

"Oh really ? I don't think so. I have never known a male to be bored when I am around. Besides, you are always so uptight. Not to worry, I will teach you. "

"Teach me?!" Patricia whispered meekly under her breath. It came out in such a low soft voice that it could be interpreted as either a challenge to Rosalita's authority or a submission.

What the hell can a stupid maid teach me! Patricia mentally vented unaware that she had whispered her true thoughts.

Patricia shifted her weight uneasily from leg to leg. It was a nervous habit she had her whole life. She brushed a locket of hair behind her right hair - another habit of her nervousness. Sensing Rosailta was enjoying her tension, she could only watch helplessly as her maid took a sip of her drink before continuing:

"It is ashame, the way you treat your ex-husband. You know that I speak with him on the phone the other day, while you were at work, he is such a nice man, and he tole me some things about you."

What! What the hell is she up to?! My x-husband was a low-life pig! Patricia thought as her face went white and she literally bite her tongue trying to hold in her rage.

"He was a pig!" Patricia blurted out unable to hold her tongue.

"He's a liar... I hate him" Patricia added. It was actually her husband who had introduced to the casino and to gambling. She had never expected to get so hooked but she did. It was her husband who had always been pushing her beyond her comfort level in bed and then finally she had caught him with another younger woman in their very own bed!

Patricia caught herself before she said too much. Rosalita was smiling at the awkwardness it was causing.

Rosalita added in a whispered voice but with an arrogant tone:

" Now, where were we....oh yes, you were about to make me dinner. What would I like tonight ? Maybe some lobster, since it's Friday. I am absolutely famished. "

"Yes.... Yes Ma'am" Patricia responded quickly. It was an order not a polite request and she knew she'd have to hustle to get some fresh lobster and then to cook it just right. Two things Patricia hated was cooking and seafood!

As Patricia plotted out a plan to get some fresh lobster, Rosalita announced in a queen like manner:

" If you need me, I will be upstairs in your room, making a few phone calls. I think I will dine up there also, so bring it to me when you are finished. "

"Yes Ma'am!" Patricia responded a little faster and sharper.

As Rosalita handed Patricia the empty glass for a refill, Patricia could only politely nod and hurry to fetch a refill for Rosalita. As she started to turn Rosalita spoke with a big smile:

" Oh...I almost forgot, I will ring the bell if I want something. "

Patricia was on the verge of striking Rosalita but held herself in check. It was the ultimate insult to be summoned by a bell! Instead of venting Patricia simply lowered her pretty eyes and humbly responded:

"Yes ma'am.

*****

Patricia hurried to the kitchen and mixed a second drink for Rosalita. She could hear Rosalita ascending the stairs and as quickly as possible she hurried up the stairs to meet Rosalita as she lounged in Patricia's own bedroom.

"Here's your drink Rosalita - I hope you like it" Patricia spoke softly as she handed the drink and a small napkin to Rosalita. She had forgotten to say "Ma'am" but hadn't realized it. As she descended the stairs, she daydreamed for the briefest moment that she had poisoned the drink. She couldn't see any other way of breaking Rosalita's new iron grip on her life.

Hurrying into the kitchen, Patricia scanned through the refrigerator and as she knew they had no lobster. Grabbing the phone book, she called a little shop in town and placed an order for two fresh lobsters to be delivered as soon as possible. The owner of the store wasn't pleased with the late request but was agreeable after Patricia explained it was an emergency and that she would give a $20 tip. Patricia asked the delivery boy to come to the side door with the delivery rather than the guest door at the front main entrance.

As she waited for the lobsters, Patricia started making wild rice, a butter sauce, and a prepared a selection of legumes. She was using a recipe book to carefully prepare the food and was lost in thought when she heard a knock on the side door. Without thinking she grabbed the money for the lobster, and the $20 tip and hurried to the side door.

The delivery was a young man in his early twenties and he arrogantly scanned her up and down to Patricia's annoyance.

"Lobster for your mistress... Be quick now girl with the payment... and $20 tip" the young man boldly told Patricia. Holding her tongue was very easy once she realized that she was dressed in a sexy maid's outfit and the delivery boy was just being a typical asshole.

"Here you go... delivery boy" Patricia responded in a mocking tone as she emphasized the word "boy". She quickly took the lobsters from his hands, and as she turned she was stunned as the delivery boy had the nerve to pinch her ass.

"What!" Patricia mumbled but the delivery boy was gone once he had his money.

Arrogant prick.... I have a good mind to call the store and get him fired.... Patricia pondered as she started to prepare the lobster and dropped the two live green lobsters into a large pot of boiling water. As they cooked she steamed the vegetables, and finished up the wild rice too.

As the lobsters cooked, she prepared a silver serving tray, with a vase and pink wild flower, a set of china and silverware, and a tall glass of white wine to match the lobster meal. When the lobster was ready, she served the food carefully, and drenched a lobster in the delicious buttery sauce. The food looked very appetizing the red lobster drenched in a buttery sauce, the wild rice, and fresh steamed vegetables.

Patricia had no idea but she had been working for almost an hour in the kitchen and she had a gleam of perspiration on her forehead. With the food ready she hurried upstairs and called out in a soft meek voice as she reached the bedroom:

"Madame... your meal is served"

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita

" Madame...your meal is served. " Patricia announced, as she entered the bedroom.

" Excuse me a second." Rosalita covered the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand, " Set it over there, please. " she instructed Pat, before returning to her phone call. " Listen, I have to go, my maid is finally here with dinner. Si, talk to you later. "

Rosalita disconnected the walkabout and sat down on the gold chaise in front of the silver tray. " Smells delicious." she voiced her approval, picking up the fork and taking a tiny bite. Actually, Rosalita was expecting the worse, and was ready to reprimand her if need be, but she was pleasantly surprised, the lobster was cooked to perfection. The white meat was tender, and not overdone.

" Mmmmm...it is delious. I compliment you. " Rosalita took another bite, rolling her brown eyes heavenward. " I think you should cook for us every night from now on. " she snuck a peek at Patricia, who was standing somewhat obediantly nearby, to see her reaction. She seemed frustrated, as Rosalita thought she would be.

"This is so good, I cannot wait for dessert. You do have dessert, am I correct ? " Rosalita asked, but didn't wait for the answer, " Nevermind about that now, I will eat it before I go to bed, but when I am finished with this fantastic meal you have prepared, I want you to ready my bath. I will ring for you when I am done. You may go and eat something yourself, if you like.

After dismissing her, Rosalita couldn't help but wonder how well Patricia was handling this so far. Yes she appeared frustrated, if not angry at times, but she was doing a good job at playing the role of the little submissive servant.

Time to turn up the heat...

A little while later, finished with her meal, Rosalita wiped her mouth with the napkin, and then rang the brass bell, summoning the help, ready to take her luxurious whirlpool bath...

 

[little_golden]

Patricia was surprised that Rosalita had brushed her off to continue a phone call. It was so rude, yet, she realized that she had likely done it Rosalita many times.
Rosalita spoke to the call very politely:

"Excuse me a second."

Rosalita covering the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand spoke very directly to Patricia, as if she truly was a maid:

"Set it over there, please. "

"Yes m'am...m" Patricia replied softly. She controlled her urge to get angry and instead put the serving tray down on the top of the dresser in the other corner of the room as instructed by Rosalita.

Patricia was very curious as to whom Rosalita might be talking to. She worried it might be her husband or something that might cause her embarrassment. She certainly didn't want Rosalita inviting anyone over while she was being forced to act like a maid for Rosalita.

As she strained to hear the conversation Rosalita quickly ended the call with:

"Listen, I have to go, my maid is finally here with dinner. Si, talk to you later."

Patricia waited to be addressed. Rosalita then disconnected the walkabout and sat down on the gold chaise in front of the silver tray and announced:
"Smells delicious".

"I hope you enjoy it" Patricia replied. It had been a lot of work. Maybe it would help get Rosalita to give her a break. In her mind Patricia was thinking:
I hope you choke on it and die!

Patricia actually smiled when Rosalita tasted the food and announced:
" Mmmmm...it is delicious. I compliment you. "

"Thank you ma'am" Patricia replied meekly. She didn't know what else to say. She was relieved that Rosalita liked it. To Patricia's annoyance, Rosalita pushed her button a little harder when she added:
"I think you should cook for us every night from now on. "

Patricia wanted to start screaming after being so provoked. The best come back she could do was:
"No one can match you in the kitchen ... Ma'am".

Patricia was caught off when Rosalita asked:
"This is so good, I cannot wait for dessert. You do have dessert, am I correct ? "

"Ummm...." Patricia mumbled as she realized she had completely forgotten dessert. Her mind was spinning for an answer and the best she could think of was taking a quick 10 minute drive to the bakery and picking up some pastries or a cheesecake.

"Yes.... I have a surprise" Patricia added trying to remember what might be in the freezer.

Rosalita took off the pressure when she switched directions:

"Never mind about that now, I will eat it before I go to bed, but when I am finished with this fantastic meal you have prepared, I want you to ready my bath. I will ring for you when I am done. You may go and eat something yourself, if you like."

"Yes... yes ma'am" Patricia replied softly as she did a little curtsy as she was dismissed. She backed out of the room feeling angry and used.
Patricia hurried down the stairs, got the car keys and went out to the garage. She opened the garage door, got in her SUV, and drove off quickly. She didn't know how much time she had so she sped her way all the way to the bakery.

After parking the car, she took short quick steps and entered the bakery. To her surprise, though she was first in line, the baker served all the ladies first and then served her last. She wasted almost ten minutes just standing there trying to get service. The baker was a fat old man, bald, and homely. He spoke to all the ladies very politely. When he spoke to Patricia he dropped the pretext complete.

"So what does your mistress want?" the baker asked her as he eyed her up and down as if she herself was a pastry on display.

"What do you mean? Why didn't you serve me first? I was first in line! What are you looking at like that!" Patricia hissed at him.

"Look girl... They're regular customers.... They're important people in a rush... You... Well look at you... You're a fucking maid....." the baker taunted her.

Patricia's face went white.

"Don't you mouth me off... I'll throw you out of my store.... Your mistress won't like that... I'll get you fired too... I see your mistress' car out front I'll get the license plate... You have to wait your turn... You should know better..." the baker added arrogantly.

Oh shit.... Patricia realized that the baker was getting angry and turning the whole thing around on her.

"Look... I just need to get a chocolate royal cheese cake... Please" Patricia said with a big smile. She was trying to be charming.

"Of course... since you asked so nicely" the baker replied with a smile as he took the opportunity to again check out her cleavage.

Patricia pretended not to notice this time and instead pulled out the money to pay for the cheesecake. To her surprise the baker grabbed hand just as she finished pocketing the change into her purse.

"Oh..." Patricia spoke in alarm. To her surprise the bald old man planted a kiss on it.

Patricia grabbed the cake but before she could leave, the baker had insisted she stay to try a cream puff. She started to explain that she couldn't but he wouldn't let her go. She gave in and he handed her a cream puff.

"To really taste it - put the whole pastry in your mouth" the baker insisted with a smile. Trying to get on her way she quickly shoved the whole pastry into her mouth. It was big but delicious! As she chewed it a big stream of white cream flowed from her lips. The baker started to laugh as an embarrassed Patricia wiped her lips with her hand.

"I'm really got to go..." Patricia replied with her mouth half full. Without realizing it, she had triggered the baker's interest in her. As she half ran to the car, the baker watched her, wrote down her license plate, and then waved to Patricia as she drove off as quickly as possible.

Patricia was sure that on the way back she hit every red light. It wasn't true but it sure seemed like that to her since she was in such a rush. After about 12 minutes she was parking the SUV back in the garage, closing the garage door and heading back into the house.

Just as she entered, she heard Madame's bell ringing. She placed the small boxed cheesecake on an entrance table.

Oh shit... I hope she wasn't ringing for long... Patricia worried.

"Yes ma'am" Patricia called out as she ran up the stairs.

"Do you wish your dessert or your bath ma'am? Dessert is chocolate cheesecake..." Patricia called out. Unknown to Patricia there was still a little bit of white cream around the edges of her mouth.

 

[little_golden]

After calling out to Rosalita, Patricia felt a nervous shudder transcend her body. She wondered what exactly Rosalita was up to with her suggestion of having a party for her son. Somehow, in the back of her mind came the lingering doubt of whether Rosalita would actually invite her x-husband to the party. She hadn't seen him in a long time since the divorce. There had been many difficult moments, and Patricia had been so relieved to finally have him out of her life. It would be a cruel joke to re-introduce him to her life.

But I can't really stop her..... Patricia realized.

"Ma'am I made a lovely cheesecake for you" Patricia lied.

At that moment the phone rang snapping Patricia from her flash of realization.

When the phone was answered the baker blurted out:

"Hello... Ms. Locke..... Your pretty maid was by a little earlier to pick up a cheesecake.... I just wanted to let you know that she forgot her change..... You might want to send her back to my bakery shop for... I'm so sorry... If I noticed earlier I would have called her back.... I know it's hard to get good help.... Thank you".

Unknown to Patricia, he had gone through a lot of trouble for his little charade. He had called a cop friend and run the license plate to get the name and phone number of the car owner. Of course he assumed Ms. Locke was the lady of the house, and didn't know that Patricia had actually been "the maid" who had picked up the dessert.

Patricia hurried into the room unaware of what the caller had said.

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita...

was growing irratated with the delay. She actually had to ring the bell twice before Patricia even had the nerve to respond !

" Yes ma'am. " the maid entered the room in a rush. " Do you wish your dessert or your bath ma'am ? Dessert is chocolate cheesecake.."

Seeming out of breath and apologetic, Patricia boasted, " Ma'am, I made a lovely cheesecake for you. "

Just then the phone rang, and Rosalita answered, of course. She listened while a strange man, who owned the local bakery, explained the situation to her. She had to agree with him, it was very hard to find good help these days...Rosalita, wanting to make amends, and teach her disobient servant a lesson thanked him for his concern and invited him to attend a little intimate get together later that evening. Mr. Spandetto eagerly agreed, promising he would show up about eight PM. Then, after disconnecting, Rosalita turned to face her blonde servant, doing her best to appear impressed...

" So...you made a cheesecake for me, I am to assume ? How thoughtful of you ! " Sophie gushed, moving within inches of Patricia's face, who was now looking quite sheepish. " Hmmm...what is that on your lip ? I hope it is not evidence of you being deceitful. You would not dare lie to me, would you, senorita ? "

Patricia, for some reason, could not seem to be able to look her in the eye...so Rosalita took full advantage by using her finger and wiping the drop of whipped cream from the corner of Pat's full red lips, licking it off, rather seductively, with her tongue.

" Maybe you do not understand the rules yet, but if I should catch you being...how do I say...being untruthful, then you will force me to punish you. I advise you, though, not to push me too far, if you know what I mean . "

Sophie smiled wickedly, relishing in her control, turning around, and offering her back to Pat, at the same time lifting her long, dark, wavy hair from her neck," Now help me with zee zipper please, I must get ready for my bath. You have kept me waiting long enough. " Rosalita admonished...

 

[makofin]

Jose Garcia Mendez

tatooed, dangerous biker, black leather vest, hispanic male- 220 pounds, 6'1" of pure dominate male, long dark hair, worn on a ponytail, goatee, recently releashed from prison, after serving three years for grand theft auto. Currently on parole. Married Rosalita to make her legal. She faithfully sends him money every week from her paycheck.

" Listen, I have to go, my maid is here with dinner. Si, I'll talk to you later." Rolita says and hangs up.

What da fuck ?

Confused, Jose slams down the pay phone. Since when did his Rosy get a fucking maid to wait on her hand and foot ? What was going on ? Rosy was working as a maid for some wealthy, white dame living in Brentwood. As a matter of fact, he had paid a visit to his wife just last week, for a nooner while the boss lady was gone. He had wanted to rip off her jewelry but Rosy pleaded with him not too, fearing she would lose her job. At the time she had promised him something bigger and better !

Jose looks around the dive bar, tired of hustling the low life mothafuckers for a living. It's about time she invites me over there, for a little party !

He leaves the bar through the front door, the sun doing it's best to blind him, and mounts the Harley that is parked next to the curb. Jose pulls his sunglasses down, and kicks the Fat Boy to life. The roar is deafening, and Jose twists the throttle, putting the bike into gear

 

[little_golden]

Rosalita seemed to be speaking in a very calculating measure as Patricia tried to figure out what was going on:

" So...you made a cheesecake for me, I am to assume ? How thoughtful of you!"

Patricia Locke felt very uncomfortable as she stood before Rosalita. She had been caught red handed in a lie. Everything seemed to be coming apart as Rosalita next asked:

" Hmmm...what is that on your lip ? I hope it is not evidence of you being deceitful. You would not dare lie to me, would you, senorita ? "

"Oh no... I was taste testing the food... I used a little cream in the sauce" Patricia added on to the first lie.

Patricia thought secretively trying to worm a solution to her lie:

I don't want to go back to the bakery shop if she wants another cheesecake ... the old bald headed baker... I could feel him looking down on me and wanting to grope me ... He's way too creepy.... I could plead with him to lie for me if needed... or I could maybe convince him to teach me how to make his famous cheese cake... But what would he want?

Patricia visibly winced as Rosalita laid it out very simply:

"Maybe you do not understand the rules yet, but if I should catch you being...how do I say...being untruthful, then you will force me to punish you. I advise you, though, not to push me too far, if you know what I mean . "

Patricia went blank for a second in stunned silence. There was a definite threat and she had no idea what Rosalita might do to carry it out. It might be too easy to just turn her over to the police. Patricia tried to think out what Rosalita might do.

Patricia thought back to Rosalita’s suggestion of a party for her son. The thought of such a crowd in her house created for her worries about damages, noise, and what the neighbors might say. Beyond those worries, she had to figure out what to serve her guests, both snacks, cake and refreshments. Her son and his college buddies would likely want beer – and that presented a new round of problems. She worried that Rosalita could embarrass not only her but her son as well.

If I can get Rosalita out of the house…. I won’t have to worry about her… My son won’t be exposed to her… My secret will stay safe… My X-husband won’t have a chance to meet her face to face either…. I'll offer to send her on a holiday... on me - it’s perfect... I'll just have to find the right moment to suggest it Patricia was sure she had outsmarted Rosalita.

Patricia snapped back to reality as Rosalita admonished in a regal like fashion while she lifted her long, dark, wavy hair from her neck:

"Now help me with zee zipper please, I must get ready for my bath. You have kept me waiting long enough. "

"Oh Yes Ma'am" Patricia blurted out as she immediately started to unzip the beautiful designer red dress that Rosalita was wearing which in fact was a favorite of Patricia's.

Patricia offered nervously:

“I can run the bath for you now…. It’ll just take a few minutes to set up the room”
Hurrying to the adjoining bathroom, Patricia gave a quick rinse to the sunken whirlpool bath tub. Turning on the hot water she let it heat up and then added in the perfect amount of cold water to keep the water very hot but not scolding. Next, she located her green apple scented bubble bath and generously added two capfuls.

The water jetted into the over sized whirlpool tub and the soap suds were forced into a lovely pile of soft white soapy bubbles. As the tub filled, she laid out the bath mat, pulled out a pair of soft white terry cloth bath towels. Next she found a half dozen green candles and spread them out through the bathroom to add a romantic quite tranquility to the room which became evident as she turned out the lights.

I need music… Relaxing music…. If she’s distracted I can maybe make a few phone calls or…. Patricia realized and she quickly returned to the room and returned to the bathroom with a small CD/radio that she plugged into the counter a few feet from the bath tub. She checked the CD and found some soft rock which she liked. Setting the volume to a reasonable level she let the music flood through her senses.

I could accidentally knock the CD player into the tub… She’d be electrocuted maybe…. Problem solved… But how do I explain how the CD player landed in the tub… Unless I say she placed it on the edge of the tub and must have knocked it in herself…. Patricia thought secretly.

Hurrying back to Rosalita Patricia worked up her courage:

"You know Ma'am I’d be okay if you wanted the weekend off or even a few weeks... . My boss has been bugging me to use up some vacation… so I could let you have a few weeks off… I could get some things done around the house... I would even pay for you to have a set of plane tickets or you could take my SUV if you wanted to visit your family…..” Patricia suggested.

 

[SparkyMan]

Kevin Locke

CHARACTER

Name: Kevin Locke
Age: 40
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 210 (mostly still muscle)
Occupation: Business Owner
Status: Patricia Locke's Ex-Husband, Brandon's father
Hair: Dark, with distinguished graying at the temples
Eyes: Steel Grey

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Brandon is a spitting image of his father. The two of them could pass as twins if only Kevin were 22 years younger. Kevin has maintained a vigorous workout regimen to keep his body in peak physical condition.

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I got a call recently from a woman who introduced herself as Patricia's personal assistant. I never knew Patricia to need one, and the thick accent didn't seem to meet Patricia's high standards. But as the conversation continued, I began to find out what was really happening.

Rosalita, her name I later found out, had called me to inform me about my ex-wife's apparent extracurricular proclivities. According to Rosalita, Patricia was skimming money off her accounting clients; of which, I was still one! To say I was pissed, was a severe understatement, especially since I was already paying a more than generous alimony and child support. After thinking about it for a brief moment, I knew where my frigid, ex-bitch was spending the loot.

After taking her to a Vegas show (in an effort to get her excited, with all the nearly naked and semi-naked girls), Patricia became hooked on gambling. It's all she ever wanted to do every time we went out on business. Our love life completely went downhill after that, despite my many attempts to try and add *spice* to our marriage. Unable to get any satisfaction, I finally added "Spice," one of the Vegas showgirls, to my life. Unfortunately Patricia quickly caught us!

She raked me over the coals in court. More than half of everything went to her, including the house, the SUV, the Jag, and Brandon! The only thing I was left with was my business.

If what Rosalita was saying was true, it would finally be time for the tables to be turned! Revenge can be so sweet! Patricia would lose it all, and it would all come back to me! I couldn't wait to meet with Rosalita, and thank her personally for this wonderful revelation.

 

[angelique127]

Rosalita stood before the gold trimmed full length mirror, stark naked except for the heels, admiring her body. She had always been proud of her near perfect figure, but she considered her full 36DD breasts as her best feature. She listened while Pat offered her a vacation, while sneaking a glance at reflection in the mirror.

She probably wishes she had a body like mine ... Rosalita thought, although she had to admit Pat was very appealing herself with her blonde hair, blue eyes and milky white skin.

" Don't be silly, Patricia, why would I want to go on vacation. I must say, where could I stay at a hotel and find better service than this. I mean, I have you to wait on me hand and foot, you are at my beck and call, and their is the swimming pool to sunbathe next too, not to mention your good cooking, which you are very talented at. I can't wait to taste the cheesecake you made. " Rosalita explained, turning around to face her servant, her hands on her slender hips. Pat dropped her eyes, rather shyly...

With a definate sway to her hips, because she felt like a goddess, Rosalita strode into the bathroom. Pinning her long dark curls up on top of her head with a pearl barret she stepped out of her heels she gracefully climbed up the two marble steps and stuck her toe into the water first. It was just to her liking and she couldn't find any reason to complain. Immersing herself in the tepid water, she relaxed for a moment before realizing that she had forgotten her bell.

" Oh Pat... pleeze come here. "

After the maid servant entered the candlelit room, Rosalita requested a glass of wine. In the meantime she pondered what she would wear this evening, wanting to look her best. She had invited a few, select gentlemen over, and Brandon was expected at anytime...actually she could hardly wait to meet him !

Maybe that expensive little black cocktail dress Patricia has hanging in the closet and never wears...along with a pair of seamed stockings and the cute lacy garterbelt of hers. And that pearl necklace and matching earrings of love so much !

Finally, Pat returned with the wine, and Rosalita ordered her to lay out the clothes she wanted to wear and couldn't resist adding... " The garterbelt I am talking about is in your drawer, next to your battery operated boyfriend. "

As expected, Patricia turned red with embarassment...

 

[little_golden]

Patricia carefully helped Rosalita from the expensive red designer dress that had been liberated from her closet by Rosalita.

"I'll just return it to its hanger" Patricia explained as she picked it from the ground where Rosalita had stepped out of it. After hanging it back up, Patricia noticed that her closet had been rearranged somewhat and guessed that Rosalita had been rummaging through her outfits at will. It pissed her off greatly but she held her tongue.

Returning to Rosalita's side, she sucked in a big breath of air as Rosalita stood standing in heels but scandalously naked admiring herself in the gold trimmed full length mirror. It was an unbelievable sight!

My damn maid is parading herself naked in my bedroom.... after taking off my black dress... having me wait on her.... and she's completely shameless... what a slut Patricia thought secretly.

Patricia's eyes for riveted for a brief second on Rosalita's large feminine breasts. She herself was only a 34B-cup and compared to the buxom Rosalita probably looked flat. She had always wondered what it might be like to be more busty. It was a secret she held in her heart and had only shared once with her x-husband. His response had been simple - "go and get a boob job - make em double Ds". She had never again raised the subject.

Kevin was such a fucking prick... He was so crude... If I wasn't so young and pregnant... I would have never married him... I hope I never see him again Patricia thought to herself.

Looking at Rosalita, she wondered how big Rosalita actually was - but would never ever ask her. Rosalita had surprised her with her response on the free vacation. She had a certain logic about her as she explained:

"Don't be silly, Patricia, why would I want to go on vacation. I must say, where could I stay at a hotel and find better service than this. I mean, I have you to wait on me hand and foot, you are at my beck and call, and their is the swimming pool to sunbathe next too, not to mention your good cooking, which you are very talented at. I can't wait to taste the cheesecake you made. "

"Do you wish the cheesecake in the bath or afterwards.... It's about 7:30 p.m. now.... Will you have time?" Patricia offered meekly. She had no idea what plans Patricia had, but if she was lucky maybe Rosalita would be going out on her own for the evening. She knew Rosalita had a boyfriend of sorts but she had never caught him at the house. It was a rule she had with the domestic help that they couldn't bring any friends or family to her house.

Patricia watched unsure of what to say or do as Rosalita paraded herself in a royal fashion with a certain sway of her hips that drew Patricia's eyes to her sweet bottom. She was speechless at Rosalita's display. Walking a few steps away, she watched as Rosalita strode into the bathroom and then pinned her long dark curls up on top of her head with a pearl barret.

I'll have some peace and quiet at least while she's in the bath... I'm going to the phone to hit re-dial... I want to know who she is calling... I just have a nervous feeling thought Patricia as she watched Rosalita walk up the marble steps towards the bubbly steamy water but she stopped before entering and asked:

" Oh Pat... pleeze come here. "

"Yes Ma'am" Patricia announced as she moved to Rosalita's naked side. She was getting tired of playing the maid and the uniform felt a little loose in the bust line.

"A glass of wine... Yes ma'am.. right away" Patricia replied. Patricia hurried down the hall, then downstairs to the kitchen, and poured some fine red wine in a crystal wine goblet which she quickly hurried back to place in Rosalita's hand.

"Here you go Ma'am ... Nice red wine... one of my favorites" Patricia explained.

Rosalita seemed to stab at her when she ordered Patricia to lay out the clothes she wanted to wear and couldn't resist adding a little dig with reference to the battery operated dildo that was hidden in her dresser.

"Ummm... Yes Ma'am... My little black dress.... Okay.... But.... I'm somewhat slimmer... and not as busty.... No... But I'll lay it out for you... It's a beautiful dress to go out somewhere special in" Patricia explained hoping to convince Rosalita to pick something else.

"That was Kevin's favorite dress ... It hasn't been worn in years" Patricia added still blushing from the comment on the garter belt and the reference to her battery operated boyfriend.

Patricia hurried from the bathroom and laid out the expensive designer black dress. It wasn't designed for someone as busty as Rosalita and being taller than Rosalita, it would descend a little further. She found the sexy little garter belt in her dresser and remembered that she hadn't worn it in years. Not knowing what else Rosalita might want she laid out a selection of stockings, undergarments, shoes and the little that was left of her jewelery.

Sitting on the bed, Patricia waited as she listened to the soft music on the CD player flowing from the bathroom. She wanted to be nearby if Rosalita called. To her surprise, she must have fallen asleep but woke to the sound of the doorbell.

I won't answer it...Maybe they'll go away.... Maybe Rosalita won't hear the door bell either... I'll pretend to be asleep

 

[SparkyMan]

Kevin Locke

Standing patiently waiting at the front door.

I've been invited by Rosalita, for a discreet meeting with my ex-wife. I've been forewarned not to discuss the details of my knowledge of Patricia's illegal endeavors. Somehow, though, I don't know if I'll be able to keep my cool, once I see that no-good hussy! I'll try my best.

I am somewhat nervous though, not having seen Patricia in quite some time. I wanted her to know I was doing well, even though she got the better of me in court. I donned my black silk Armani suit, along with a crisp white shirt (fresh from the cleaners), and a deep red silk tie. I thought I looked like a million bucks!

I was growing somewhat irritated though, standing waiting, on the doorsteps to *MY* house! I felt ridiculous ringing *MY* doorbell, and then having to wait. It seemed all so wrong; especially when I used to have a key, and walk right in to the familiar plush surroundings. I paced in circles on the patio, waiting for some kind of recognition that I was there!

 

[angelique127]

The whirlpool felt so good, Rosalita never wanted to get out, but she knew the guests would be arriving within the hour, and she still needed to dress. She decided that she didn't need any assistance, and wrapping a towel around her she went into the bedroom to find Pat asleep. She was just about to berate her servant when the doorbell sounded.

Oh my goodness ...someone is here already ! What if it is Kevin, or even Jose ! I can't have Pat answer the door, can I ? Their is no telling how she is going to react when she sees her ex- husband, without me being there to keep her under control. Nevertheless, I don't have much choice...

" Patricia wake up. You need to answer the door, do you understand ?" she shouted.

Thankfully, Pat stirred, although she didn't seem to happy.

" Someone is at the door, so listen very carefully. No matter who it is you are to be on your best behavior. These are my invited guests and you are to be polite. I took the liberty to ask Kevin to come over because their are some things I need to discuss with him. I warn you, if you dare cause a scene, you will be very sorry. " Rosalita's tone was severe and she narrowed her eyes.

" Show him inside and tell him I will be with him shortly, " she continued," and then come back upstairs immediately. "

 

[little_golden]

Patricia was almost praying that the doorbell would not a second time. She kept her eyes closed pretending to be asleep. Then she heard Rosalita as she shouted out:

"Patricia wake up! You need to answer the door, do you understand?"

"Ummm.... I didn't hear anything... Are you sure?.... I'm sure it's no one ... I'm not expecting anyone" Patricia started to explain as she stirred in the bed. She pretended she was just waking up. In fact she wasn't sure how long she had been lying on the bed.

Then Rosalita made it very clear in a serious tone:

"Someone is at the door, so listen very carefully. No matter who it is you are to be on your best behavior. These are my invited guests and you are to be polite. I took the liberty to ask Kevin to come over because their are some things I need to discuss with him. I warn you, if you dare cause a scene, you will be very sorry. "

"Kevin?" Patricia blurted out in shock and confusion. There was a momentary silence as Patricia tried to figure out what to do. She hadn't seen her x-husband in a long time.

"I can't answer the door dressed like this if you are expecting Kevin.... Why on Earth would you be inviting Kevin over? ... Ma'am" Patricia started to object as she assessed the situation. It was too strange a coincidence.

Oh my God... She's going to wear that black dress... I hope he's not here to pick her up.... Why am I thinking such a stupid thought? Why would Kevin date a maid? Why would Rosalita even be interested in him? She's got some Latino guy somewhere.... I'm not sure who I hate more... Rosalita or Kevin? Patricia pondered secretly.

Rosalita ignored her opposition and told Patricia:

"Show him inside and tell him I will be with him shortly .. and then come back upstairs immediately. "

"Okay... But he's a creep.... God I hate him... He's just bad luck and trouble.... What would you want with him?" Patricia added as she hurried downstairs feeling very stupid.

Using the speaker she asked her guest:

"Who's there?"

Upon hearing Kevin's voice she replied:

"Oh it's you.... I thought you said you'd never be back.... Rosalita is upstairs.... I'll unlock the door and you can let yourself in and have a sit in the living room!"
Patricia added in a crisp voice. She truly hated her x-husband for his extra marital affairs and all his pushy efforts to make her "more sexually free". She had never given to his demand for blow jobs, anal sex or any other of his demented desires.

"Okay - it's unlocked" she called through the intercom and then quickly ran upstairs so that he wouldn't see her in the maid's outfit.

"Ma'am it really is Kevin.... What is he doing here? ... He's bad luck!" Patricia explained to Rosalita.

"What would you like next Ma'am?" Patricia asked hoping to keep as far away from Kevin as possible.