Putting the Bitch In her Place

[makofin]

Jose Rivera, a hard working single blue collar hispanic male seeking a better life.

I am the owner of my own successful tile and remodel business. No job too little or too small. I have a small six man crew to do most of the dirty work but that doesn't mean I won't get in there to help get the job done now matter how difficult it gets, although I am the so called finisher or closer if you will. I pay my workers a decent living wage. My bread and butter is remodeling houses in upscale neighborhoods and we do quality work. A month ago I gave a bid to remodel and install tile and marble in a wealthy couples master bath and several bathrooms [they had five in all ] and in their guesthouse. It was a big job and would take several weeks to finish. No big deal really, just another profitable day in a rich neighborhood.
In my career I have dealt with difficult people, complaints about they don't like that color of the marble, tile or granite after it is already installed, the cost of the job after it was previously agreed upon, the inconvience of being without a shower or whirlpool bath for a few days, the mess that is made. Anything you can imagine. But this one bitch, and I don't use that term easily, was the worst of them all. She was impossible to please. Nothing pleased her. I actually felt sorry for her meek husband who was spending thousands of dollars. Her name was Diamond and I believe she was a spoiled rotten daddies girl before getting married. And she had her poor husband under her control now, giving her anything she wanted. No one could deny that Diamond was beautiful to look at, and she loved the attention. She would often parade around the pool in her bikini, distracting me and the crew, if not strutting about the house in heels and lingerie in the middle of the afternoon. Diamond complained to me about having to shower or use the guest room bathroom and the dust we were tracking up and down the stairs and throughout the carpet in her bedroom. No matter what we did, like clean up at the end of the day,it wasn't good enough for her.

*If interestedPM first with any ideas. the role is for a spoiled rich bitch

 

[makofin]

Our first real issue was when we were waiting at the gate for her to let us in the driveway. Mrs Givens didn't want our trucks which were loaded with heavy tile and marble, parked in her driveway because it would be an eyesore.It was totally unreasonable to expect my crew to carry those heavy boxes inside and upstairs and around the back yard to the guest house. Yes I was a weightlifer, I worked out every other day, but I was not going to make my boys tote all those boxes so far in the heat. She must be crazy!
I called her on my cell phone and explained the situation to her. Mrs. Givens was very condescending but finally agreed to let us pull our trucks in her driveway as long as we parked on the street afterwards. Maybe I should have bid higher for this job and this was only the first day. No wonder I didn't like the rich. What a snob.

 

[angelique127]

* this role was custom made for me so here I am

I was starting to have second thoughts about our remodeling or at least having it all done at once. Actually it was my idea although I didn't know it would be such an inconveniese I had manipulated my hubby Bradley into aggreeing to pay for the whole thing and he had suggested doing it one room at a time as a seperate projects. Maybe I should have listened for once but I was used to having my own way. Besides Bradley liked to spoil me. I just wasn't prepared for all the chaos of having my floors and plush carpets ruined by dirty work boots, the constant traffic back and forth. Worse yet was the fact that I wouldn't be able to use my master bath which was located in our master bedroom. No privacy for me during the day until it was finished. Thankfully our contractor agreed to make it his priority and complete it as soon as possible. About our contractor, Mr. Rivera, he seemed very capable and came highly recommended. I met him for the first time when he came to my home for an estimate, I was impressed how muscular and ruggedly handsome he was. So tall, much taller than my husband. And his hands, big and beefy, strong and capable...okay I must confess later that night when I was getting ready for bed, I had naughty thoughts about how it might feel those hands were manhandling my body...I just couldn't help it ! One thing led to another and, well use your imgination. I usually wasn't attracted to blue collar types but he was an exception.

I quess I did come across as a bitch the first day. I just didn't like those old trucks parked in my driveway, possibly leaking oil on my new resurfaced pavement. What was even worse was that wanted to drive across my manicured lawn to have access to the questhouse. It would be bad enough when they made dust and tracked it all over my floors. I just hoped my live in maid didn't quit...eventually I permitted them to unload the boxes and all their tools in the driveway and then park out front.

I better hurry and get dressed for the day before my bedroom was invaded. Usually I liked to sleep until nine and have breakfast in bed, served by my maid...

 

[makofin]

At least we didn't have to carry all the heavy boxes and tools all the way up the circular driveway. I had a feeling Mrs. Givens was going to be a bitch and this was just the first day. She insisted that we lay down tarps and plastic down on the marble foyer and in her bedroom. I planned to do the master bath first and the guest house out back before the other smaller bathrooms. The master bath was going to require alot of time since we had to tear up the tile and replace the small whirlpool bath with a bigger one. The whole shower would have to be ripped out down to the studs before adding the new imported marble and new accessaries, like soapdishes, gold shower heads and granite bench. I won't bore you with all the details. But I had a feeling I may have under estimated this job. It wouldn't be the first time.

Mrs Givens was going to be a handful. She was the typical spoiled trophy wife who was used to getting whatever she wanted. Not that she wasn't gorgeous, my whole crew was dazzled by her. The long blonde hair, the deep blue eyes and that pouty mouth that was made to kiss or suck a cock! What can I say, I'm a red blooded single male that appreciates a beautiful female even if she happens to be married. Yeah I wonder if Mr. Givens knows how lucky he is.

 

[angelique127]

Once I finished dressing for the day I heard a beeping like a vehical backing up and went to the window and was shocked to see a big yellow dump truck dump a load of sand in the middle of my driveway, close up to the garage. Alarmed I rushed out there without putting on any shoes. " Young man why are you dumping sand in my driveway ? "

" Thats used for the all sub flooring ma'am. " he casually explained.

" How are my husband and I supposed to get our cars in and out of the garage ? " I asked the young man.

" I think you have plenty of room for that, Mrs. Givens."

" Where is Mr. Rivera ? Nobody told me that you would be ruining my driveway with so much dirt ! Find him please and tell him I would like to speak with him. Immediately. "

" Yes ma'am, I think he is out back. " the young man dropped his shovel and went to find the boss. And that was when I saw another truck backing up an old battered ugly machine or whatever it was, beside the pile of sand. Furious, I spun on my bare heel and went back inside. I was ready to give Jose Rivera a piece of my mind...

I paced back and forth in my foyer, waiting to speak with the big boss man, after putting on my heels. How dare he not inform me of all of this beforehand...

 

[makofin]

Having no choice I listened patiently while Mrs. Givens voiced her displeasure. This job was going to be alot harder than I thought. And it was only ten o clock on the first day. I am used to demanding women and managed to calm her down after while. I'll never forget those flashing pretty but angry blue eyes, if looks could kill, I would be dead on the spot. I let her voice her [silly] complaints and demands and then calmly assurred her that I had everything under control. The sand would be washed from the driveway when we were finished, the demolition disposed of properly. Isabelle calmed down and went from a tiger to a purring kitten in a matter of minutes. She was now staring up at me with apologetic eyes and twirling her finger in her hair in a flirtatious manner.
Isabelle was going to learn that she may be able to wrap her husband around her little finger and get whatever she wanted from him but it wasn't going to work with me. I was in control.

 

[angelique127]

Having resolved the current issue, I turned my pretty head and went back inside. Maybe I should have insisted to my husband that we stay at a luxury hotel while our home was being destoyed right before my very eyes ! Or I could just go shopping which always made me feel better. Perhaps go get a manicure and pedicure at my favorite salon. I decided to go work out at the gym, despite the early hour, I usually liked to go in the afternoon but today was an exception. I retrieved my clean spandex from my walk in closet and touched up my make up and hair and went to our three car garage to my Mercedes and pressed the automatic garage door opener. Not more than twelve feet or so was a large pile of sand and the old ugly cement mixer sitting there. It would be extremely difficult for me to back out and not scratch the side of my vehical. There just very much room for me to maneuver around it without possibly damaging my car. Why did the dump it so close ?

I went to find Mr. Rivera and give him a piece of my mind once again.

He had that look like, when he saw my coming, of what the hell does she want now ! At least he had the courtesy not to roll his eyes. I didn't care, I just wanted to get out of my driveway and go to the gym.

" Mr. Rivera, how am I possibly supposed to get my vehical out of my garage with a ton of sand and that old eye sore cement mixer in the way ? " I asked, feeling frustated with the whole situation...

 

[makofin]

There was plenty of room to back out of the garage. Mrs. Givens, I realized, was a drama queen. Trying to hide my impatience, I asked her for the car keys so I could back her Mercedes out of the garage. She looked at me with distaste, as if she didn't approve of me getting in her nice car in my dirty blue jeans but reluctantly handed them over. I climbed in the car and started it up. The interior was plush just like I thought it would be. I never had the pleasure to drive one and wouldn't mind doing so but I knew that was out of the question. I easily backed out of the garage and around the obstacles with no problem.

"See that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, being polite. Isabelle did not bother to answer and climbed gracefully into the car, giving me an eyeful of those long lushious legs.She looked up me and put her little pert nose in the air and put it in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Isabelle Givens reminded me of a stuck up bratty bitch that I knew back in high school, who thought she was better than everyone else and wouldn't give me the time of day.
Oh well time to get back to work.

 

[angelique127]

I spent the day shopping, having luch with a friend, visiting my favorite beauty salon and getting a pedicure and manicure, not wanting to be around so many 'lower'class males that my husband and I had nothing in common with. Especially him. The boss. The handsome and confident alpha male with the strong calloused hands. I couldn't help but imagining how those hands might dominate and manhandle me, something my husband couldn't possibly do, since he was too nice and very gentle. Not that I didn't love Allen and like how he spoiled me rotten and gave me whatever my little heart desired, but sometimes I just thought about submitting to a stronger male ! And Jose Rivera brought out my natural submissive streak. I knew deep down inside that he was dangerous for me to be around, especially in private...

Perhaps he would be gone by time I got home and I wouldn't have to deal with him, at least not until tomorrow. It would be best if I avoided as much as possible, although I knew that would be almost impossible as my home would be under construction for the next few weeks...

 

[makofin]

I sat in my favorite local bar, nursing my draft beer. It had been a rough day dealing with Mrs. Hastings in the morning, although the blonde beauty trophy wife had disappeard for the rest of the day, which was fine with me really. She distracted my crew and was the main topic of discussion and some crude offensive comments. I won't go into detail but I warned them not to let her overhear them. At least most of the heavy lifting was done and cut half my crew to another project. Business was good lately and it was hard to keep up. I might have to hire another man or two. I was thankful the dumpster arrived in time to get some the big master bath demolished.
As I sat there brooding, I noticed the lack of fine females, except for the barmaid named Candy, who was a very pretty and friendly brunette. She liked to flirt with me but Candy flirted with most of the guys here. Maybe it was because I was known to be a good tipper. It was happy hour and crowded with the local blue collar crowd. Two pool tables, a juke box and a shuffleboard table, yeah classy Isabelle Hastings wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. I then realized that I had been thinking about her all day. And all last night.
Damn I needed to get laid soon, all work and no play was a bitch.
Fortunately I had an eager friend with benefits named Jill. I decided to call her and invite her over. Hopefully Jill would drop what she was doing and rush over like usual. Anything to get my mind off of the gorgeous blonde bitch. Dispite Mrs. Hastings 'I am better than you' attitude I was already looking forward to tomorrow.

 

[angelique127]

I sat at my make up table putting on my eyeshadow, trying to ignore the pounding coming from my master bath. It was so hard to concentrate with all that noise going on. However I was determined to stay at home today and spend the day beside the pool, in my skimpy bikini, working on my tan.

I was aware that the guys were watching me from the window of the master bath. Let them eat their hearts out, they could look but they better not touch ! Truthfully, I was way out of their league anyway ! Thankfully, I hadn't had the pleasure of speaking with Mr. Rivera this morning. He seemed to be ignoring me for some reason. That was fine with me.

After spraying scented sun tan lotion on my body from a bottle I laid back on a louge chair to soak up the rays. On every Tuesday, the young hunky pool cleaner came and I liked to tease him by showing off my body while sunbathing but today I had a whole audience looking down from the window of my bathroom...

 

[makofin]

This is all I got to say.

 

[angelique127]

I spent the morning sunbathing beside the pool and not once did Jose' bother me with any of his demands and silly issues, like being without water for hours while they dealt with plumbing issues. Thank God I had gotten up early and showered in the guest bathroom before they arrived. Truthfully I was a little disappointed when no body came and interrupted my morning with some nonsense or other, just to get a close up of me in my skimy bikini. Okay I am a little bit of an attention whore and like to show off my perfect 36-25-34 body. When I walk into a room, heads turn in my direction, both male and female. I don't like being ignored...

Having had enough sunbathing, I went inside to see what my maid had prepared for lunch. Maria was in a tizzy with all the mess and disruption going on. I asked what was on the menu and she told me that she was preparing chicken salad on rye toast. I told her I would be right back after I went upstairs to change. Going upstairs I entered my bedroom and saw Jose' and his crew sitting around having lunch in the torn apart master bath. It didn't look like they had made very much progress so far except to make a big mess. I rolled my eyes, biting my tongue and not mentioning it seemed that they were always taking a long lunch or a coffee break. When I went into my walk in closet I almost tripped over boxes of tile or what not. I had never gave anyone permission to invade my privacy ! All my intimate lingerie, not to mention my private treasure chest full of toys were in there and it was off limits to everyone including my husband. As soon as I got dressed, I planned to give Jose Rivera a piece of my mind !

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait that long. Jose Rivera walked in without knocking, as if he owned the place...

I gasped, half undressed and caught by surprise. " Excuse me, sir, how dare you enter my closet without knocking ! Who do you think you are ? " I demanded, clutching my dress against my breasts...

 

[makofin]

"Excuse me sir, how dare you enter my closet without knocking! Who do you think you are?"

"Sorry Mrs. Hastings, I didn't know you were in here. I just came to get another box of tile! If it makes you feel better, I didn't see a thing, at least not more than when you were lying beside your pool in your bikini!"
If looks could kill, I would be dead on the spot. But I had a feeling that she didn't really mind the intrusion. As far as I was concerned I think she like the attention.
"I just need a box of tile and then I will be out of the way. Oh by the way, me and the crew all agree, you really look fine in that pink bikini."
The expression on her pretty face was priceless!

 

[angelique127]

I don't think Mr. Rivera was sorry in the least when invading my privacy ! I was also shocked that he and his crew complimated my body as I was sunbathing beside my pool this morning. I didn't bother to respond and stomped out of my own walk in closet letting him alone until he retrieved his precious box of tile. As he exited carrying the heavy box in his powerful arms I confronted him once again, " Why do you have to store so many boxes in my closet ? Can't you find some other place to put them ? "

Jose didn't answer at first but his bold eyes deliberty devoured my almost naked body. My first instinct was to slap the arrogant smirk off of his face but I didn't dare for some reason. We stared at each other for a moment before he turned and walked back into the master bath. Was he actually insinuating that I was a little ol'cocktease by wearing a skimpy bikini beside my own pool ?

I decided that I would get out of the house and go to the gym with my best friend forever instead of staying home with these obnoxious low lifes...