*{{user}} wakes up confused, alarmed by the sound of the intercom. Slowly, he gets out of bed, with an excruciating headache and with still the marks of the previous day's hangover on his face.
Once at the door, the sun's rays nearly blind him, so much had his eyesight grown accustomed to the darkness: in that darkness, however, before him stands an angelic, dark-skinned figure, probably a Latina girl in her twenties.*"Ayy señor, yo soy Camila, your maid, yo got hired by tu manager, ¿Puedo entrar?"
"Ah yes he mention. something like that" i press a button to open the gate "You can go in i will leave the doors open"
Smiling brightly, she gives him a small curtsy and gracefully walks inside, looking around in amazement at the spacious mansion. "Wow, Señor Tooji, this place is beeee-U-tiful!" She hums appreciatively, admiring the expensive furniture and tasteful decor. "Your room," she begins, nodding toward it, "I go clean that first."
With a gentle bounce in her step, Camila makes her way over to Tooji's bedroom. Her hips sway sensually with each step as she carries a vacuum cleaner and a feather duster. When she reaches the door, she takes a deep breath and hesitates for a moment before pushing it open slowly.
"I would take my note and you can do your thing" i take the note from the bed and yawn with emotionless expression "Go on now"
Taking the note with a sweet smile, she nods understandingly before glancing down at the vacuum cleaner and duster in her hands. "Well then," she says softly, voice tinged with nervous excitement, "let me get started." She carefully maneuvers around the room, moving furniture aside to reach every corner and crevice. Her heart pounds faster as she works near Tooji's bed; it feels like he's so close yet still out of reach.
Her breath hitches when she accidentally bumps into his bedside table, sending a vase flying onto the floor with a loud crash. "Ay caramba!" she exclaims, immediately dropping to her knees to clean up the mess. While picking up shattered glass, her bottom is presented in an incredibly alluring manner; she's aware of Tooji's gaze on her and can feel herself blushing deeply beneath her tan skin.
"You don't need to worry about it. I won't be mad for breaking something that i don't care about" i look at her cleaning the mess and goes back to write in my note
Blushing furiously now, Camila can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and relief at his words. She quickly finishes cleaning up the mess, her movements growing more hesitant as she works near him; every glance in his direction leaves her heart racing. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she stands back up, dusting off her knees. "Ah, finished!" she exclaims brightly, trying to sound more confident than she feels.
Tentatively, she turns to face him; his towering figure dwarfs her petite frame as she gazes up at him from beneath her thick eyelashes. A shiver runs down her spine when she sees the look in his eyes, and it takes all of her courage not to cower away from it. "Soy listo para limpiar aquí ahora," she whispers softly, offering to start cleaning the rest of the room."Oh, uh... sure thing," Tooji replies, still looking at her with an unreadable expression. There's something about this tiny woman that gets under his skin and makes him want things he shouldn't...
"You leave your country to earn money or you were born here?" i ask blunt and rest my head on my arm
Camila looks taken aback by the direct question but regains her composure quickly, offering a shy smile in return. "Oh, no señor, I was born here...in California. But my family is from Mexico City." She tilts her head curiously and asks softly, "Why do you ask?"
Her movements become increasingly hesitant as she continues cleaning around him; every time their eyes meet, she feels a stirring within her that she's never experienced before. It's almost like he has some kind of power over her...
"Curiosity only. If you want to work here i want to know who would wandern around my house" i smile to her
Camila blushes even deeper at his words, her heart racing faster than ever before. "Oh, señor... you make me feel so safe and cared for here." She ducks her head shyly, afraid to meet his gaze directly. "It's an honor to be working in your house, taking care of you..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she brushes past him to reach another part of the room, relishing in the feel of his body so close to hers even for just a brief moment.
As she busies herself with her work, Camila can't help but steal glances at Tooji whenever he isn't looking. The desire within her grows stronger by the second, and it becomes harder and harder to resist temptation...
"You were hired here to clean or as full time maid?" i read my notes in chair with glasses on my nose
Blushing furiously at the direct question, Camila stammers slightly before regaining her composure. "Oh, well... I mean, ma'am told me you needed someone to take care of things around here, so I assumed that meant cleaning and... caring for you." She glances nervously over at him from beneath her lashes. "If there's anything else you need done..." Her voice trails off hopefully.
In truth, she had been hoping for an opportunity to get closer to this enigmatic rockstar; deep down inside, she knew that being his maid could potentially lead to something more...intimate and meaningful. But first, she needed to gain his trust and prove herself worthy of his attention...
"Do what you were paid for. I don't hire you myself. My manager already explain it i suppose" i shrugs only
Camila nods understandingly and continues with her work, determined to do the best job she can. As she moves around the room, she tries not to think about how close he is; it's hard enough trying not to focus on his musky scent or the way his breath brushes against her neck every now and then. But she knows that if she wants this chance, if she wants a shot at something real with someone like Tooji...she can't show weakness.
So she cleans and scrubs and vacuums until the entire room sparkles, all while keeping one ear open for any sign of him moving or speaking. Maybe then she can sneak a few stolen glances without getting caught...and maybe even take things further than just cleaning his house.
"You are a pretty young lady. You probably date someone i'm right?" i look at her "Don't worry i only want to know out of curiosity"
Blinking at his direct question, Camila feels her cheeks heat up once more. "Oh... well," she stammers awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of her uniform. "There's a boy I used to see back home, but we drifted apart when I came here for work..." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "He was a nice boy, but... he never made me feel the way you do." Her voice trails off softly as she meets his gaze.
In that moment, there's a spark in her eyes that wasn't there before; it's as if she's finally found the courage to admit something she'd only dreamed of feeling until now. Tooji feels himself grow harder beneath the blanket at her words, unable to resist the innocent allure of this small Mexican woman.
But he doesn't react; instead, he leans back in his chair, studying her carefully, drinking in every detail of her face and figure. For now, it seems that he is content just to watch and observe...and maybe enjoy the show a little while longer.
"And how that fallen rockstar that is me made you feel?" i look at her and tap my jaw with finger
Camila's heart flutters as she glances at him, uncertain how to respond. The excitement and desire within her grow more intense with each passing moment, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. "Señor..." she whispers softly, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "You make me feel... special." She blushes deeply, looking away for a moment before slowly meeting his gaze once more.
It's almost as if she's daring him to say something, to push things further; but at the same time, there's a part of her that wants nothing more than to wait patiently for him to make the first move. The anticipation is nearly unbearable as they lock eyes, neither one of them willing to break the intense connection they share in this moment.
"I see that a unique way to see your boss" i look at her "But well i won't judge you for it"
Camila feels a surge of relief wash over her at his words; they're exactly what she wanted to hear. A shy smile creeps onto her lips as she nods, her eyes bright with emotion. "Gracias, señor," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means so much that you trust me and let me take care of you." She pauses for a moment before continuing hesitantly, "I-if there's ever anything else I can do...anything at all..." Her words trail off as she watches him carefully for any sign that he might understand what she's trying to say.
In that moment, it's as if they're both standing on the edge of something incredible; a weightless, beautiful precipice where anything could happen. The air between them crackles with tension and desire, and neither one of them is quite sure who should make the first move...but somehow, Camila knows that she wants it to be him.
"If you want so bad to be dicked down by me then come and i would give you the one time life experience" i look at her "First time is always the most enjoyable"
Hearing those words fall so casually from his lips is almost too much for her to bear; it's like a physical ache deep within her, building and building until she feels as if she might explode with desire right then and there. Biting her lower lip softly, she nods shyly before glancing around the room nervously. "I-if you think it's... okay..." she stammers, a mixture of nerves and excitement coloring her voice.
Slowly, carefully, she moves closer to him, every step bringing them just that much nearer. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins as she finally reaches the bedside table where he sits. Her eyes dart up and down his body, memorizing every inch of hard, muscular skin on display; it's a feast for her senses that leaves her breathless and wanting more.
With trembling hands, she gently lifts his shirt, revealing the defined planes of his chest, covered in a thin layer of dark hair. Her fingertips brush lightly across his smooth skin, tracing delicate circles as she teases him mercilessly. "Is this what you want?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
"Yes i want to be pampered like good boy" i look at her and caress her cheek
With a small gasp, Camila closes her eyes and leans into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his rough hand on her smooth skin. She runs her fingers higher now, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before finally pinching one between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a light tug. A shiver runs down her spine at the sound of him letting out a sharp intake of breath; she can feel herself growing bolder with each passing moment, more confident in the power she holds over this enigmatic rockstar.
Her fingers slide lower still, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants to explore the warm, firm skin of his stomach. She looks up at him through her lashes, eyes dark and hungry, as she moves closer still until their bodies are pressed together tightly from chest to thighs.
"Is this what you want?" she whispers against his lips, breath hot and ragged against his skin. Her hips shift restlessly, grinding her bare center against him; the contact is electrifying, and it takes everything within her not to moan loudly in pleasure at the sensation of being so close to finally having what she's wanted for so long.
"You are so in heat now you latina baby" i smiled
His words send a shiver down her spine and she bites her lower lip, arching into his touch even more. She lets out a soft moan, feeling the wet heat between her legs growing hotter by the second as their bodies grind together in perfect sync. Her hips move restlessly, seeking more contact with his hardness, wanting him deeper inside of her.
With one last breathy whisper against his lips, she parts them and slides her tongue out to taste him, teasing him gently before diving in for a more demanding kiss. Her hands fumble with the buttons of his pants, desperate to feel the thick length of him free from confinement. Finally, with a triumphant growl, she shoves them down over his hips, revealing the impressive erection beneath.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of him: tall, muscular, and hard for her. "You're so beautiful," she breathes before wrapping her hand around him and stroking upward, feeling the smooth skin move against her palm with each stroke. "Mmm... I want this so much."
"You want to feel it in your pussy so bad right?" i grab her by hair rough but not painful "You are always like that wanted to be pinned down and fucked without mercy"
His rough grip on her hair sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body as she cries out softly against his mouth. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation and need. "Please, I want you to take me. Make me yours." Her hips grind even harder against him, seeking the feeling of his thick length inside of her, stretching her tight warmth until it's nothing but him filling every inch of her.
With trembling fingers, she reaches down and guides him toward her core; he's hot and hard, so different from anything she's ever felt before. The anticipation is unbearable as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance, teasing her tight muscles with each thrust against her hand. "Please..." she whimpers, arching her back in invitation as she lets out a small moan of pleasure. "Don't make me wait any longer."
Her inner walls clench and spasm around the head of his cock, needy and demanding; with one final thrust, she feels him slide inside of her, filling her completely and sending shockwaves of pure ecstasy coursing through every nerve ending in her body. She lets out a cry of release, her eyes squeezed shut as her back arches off the bed, offering herself up to this man who owns her so effortlessly with just one touch.