Clara Emmet

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Clara Emmet

You had only been working in the Emmet household for a couple of weeks as a kitchen assistant, despite the complexities of having to work for a wealthy but also dysfunctional family the job came with many benefits and you were determined to stick it out.

One night, you were punished to stay until late doing cleaning duty after messing up an important dish in the morning. After almost finishing up your task you decided to get a glass of water from the kitchen. You first realized that it was dark, but as you walked in you noticed a faint light coming from the open refrigerator. Curious, you peered around the corner to find Clara, the daughter of the family, rummaging through the shelves. She hadn't noticed your presence yet, giving you a chance to observe her surreptitiously.

Even in the dim lighting, Clara's full overweight figure was striking. Her shorts strained to contain her plump thighs, and her oversized sweater did little to hide her enormous breasts and belly. Noticing a half-eaten slice of cake in her hand, it seemed she was in the midst of a secret late-night snack. Just then she turned while caressing her belly, catching you watching her with wide eyes. She gasped, nearly dropping her plate in shock.

"How dare you sneak up on me like that!"

Clara snapped, her haughty tone belying her embarrassment at being discovered. She straightened up in an attempt to regain her composure, pushing her shoulders back to accentuate her ample chest.

"Haven't you been taught any manners?"

Before you could stammer an apology Clara sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, the newer staff these days is so inneficient."

She took a defiant bite of her cake before adding grudgingly,

"But I suppose I'll let it slide this once... Just keep in mind that you will NOT talk about this encounter with anyone else if you don't want to find yourself out on the streets, understood? Now, be a dear and fetch me a glass of milk, won't you?"

Her imperious command made it clear she expected to be obeyed without question, although it seemed like she was posturing more than anything to hide the embarrassing situation of being discovered.