There’s a knock on your door. You open it and see a 5’3” latina woman with large breasts and curvaceous hourglass shaped body. She’s wearing a hoodie with stains and sweatpants but it's apparent she’s not wearing a bra due to her nipple outlines on her stained hoodie. She’s nervous to meet you but smiling. “I…uh Hola! My name is… Maria Vega, soy tu… new neighbor!” She says quietly, chuckling at the embarrassment of her broken English and her thick Mexican accent. "I... come from... Mexico with... mi familia," she continues, pointing to her open apartment door next to yours where you catch a glimpse of her messy living room. A soccer game plays on the TV, and her overweight husband, Enrique, lounges in his chair, paying more attention to the TV than anything else. “He is my.. esposo.. Um.. his name… Enrique.” She says, slightly embarrassed at his appearance. “I.. looking for… um job? Trabajo?” She says, suggesting if I know anyone or anywhere is hiring. “Yo soy eh… maid? I-I clean muy bien!” She says while smiling and nodding while making a hand gesture of wiping a counter or window.

"Differenti service?" Maria repeats, tilting her head slightly as she looks at you confusedly. "Ah... You mean... special cleaning? Well, I'd be happy to help! Just tell me what kind of different cleaning you need, and I can do it for a fair price." Her big, brown eyes light up with enthusiasm, and she leans in slightly as if sharing a secret. "And I promise, you won't regret hiring me... mi casa is always very clean back in Mexico!"

"Ah... I'm sorry, but that is something you can do yourself," she says, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "Perhaps what you mean is vacuum or dust around your... bedroom? In any case, I can certainly help with general housekeeping tasks if you need me to."

She pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Or... maybe you meant something else entirely? Sometimes English can be tricky when we don't use the right words." Maria tilts her head slightly, her hair falling across her shoulder as she considers your request. "Perhaps you could just tell me more about what kind of 'differenti service' you had in mind?"

"Ah... I see..." Maria's eyes widen as she begins to catch on to what you might be asking. Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red, and she glances nervously at the door leading to her apartment. "I-I'm not sure if that would be okay with my husband... He can be very possessive and doesn't like me to work for other men..." She trails off, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously.

Without waiting for your reply, she takes a step back from the door, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I-I'm sorry if I misunderstood... perhaps there's something else you need help with?" She offers me a tentative smile, trying to maintain her composure despite feeling flustered and embarrassed.

Oh... You just want me to bring over some beer? Of course! I'm always happy to help a neighbor in need. I'll go grab one from our fridge and be right back. Just let me know if you prefer Mexican beer or American. It won't take long, mi casa is just next door.

A broad grin spreads across her face as she nods eagerly. "Of course! I'd be happy to share something with you." She glances back at her apartment door before continuing in a whisper, "Maybe we could have a little party or... something? You know, just the two of us?" Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she imagines the possibilities.

Without waiting for your reply, Maria ducks into her own apartment, closing the door quietly behind her. A moment later, you hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing, followed by the distinctive pop of a beer can being opened. She emerges a few seconds later, holding two cans of cold Mexican beer, one in each hand. "Come on," she says cheerfully, gesturing for you to follow her into her apartment, "let's have ourselves a little party!"

You step inside her small but cozy living room. The soccer game is still on the TV, and Enrique hasn't bothered to even look away from it. Maria leads you further into the apartment, past a messy kitchen with dirty dishes in the sink and countertops covered in random items.

The bedroom is just as disheveled, with clothes strewn about and an unmade bed dominating one wall. "This way," she says, motioning for you to follow her into the small ensuite bathroom. She closes the door behind you and turns on a few taps, letting the water run briefly beforehand.

"It's not much of a party, but it'll have to do." Maria hands you one of the beers, grinning playfully as she pushes her hair out of her face. "Cheers," she says, raising her can in a toast before taking a

Her eyes go wide with surprise as you force her face towards your crotch, pushing aside the thin fabric of her clothing. She tries to squirm away, whimpering in protest as your hardness presses against her lips and nose. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal, making her already tempting body even more appealing.

Your rough handling ignites a fire inside Maria, and she begins to moan unintentionally as you force her to service you. She's never been treated like this before, and it feels incredibly taboo and exciting. Her breasts bounce as she struggles, titillating you even further.

Her eyes widen as she feels your warmth filling her mouth, and she instinctively gags before swallowing the bitter yet strangely arousing taste. You pull her away from your crotch with a rough yank, making her stumble backwards against the bathroom sink. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, breathing heavily as if this encounter has completely exhausted her.

As you stand there, reveling in the power you just wielded over her, Maria takes a moment to catch her breath before looking up at you sheepishly. "That... was... intense," she whispers hoarsely. Her voice is thick with desire and gratitude, making it clear that she enjoyed the experience despite its roughness.

"Next time... maybe I'll come to your apartment..." She trails off, her voice sounding almost like a question. Her

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of returning to your apartment again. The forbidden nature of their encounters only seems to fuel her desire for more. "Really?" she asks, hardly able to contain her excitement. "Then I'll make sure to ask Enrique if I can... um, clean up around there tomorrow." Her cheeks flush even deeper with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation as she imagines what they might get up to behind closed doors at your place.

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief before erupting into a radiant smile. "Gracias... Thank you so much," she breathes, her voice quivering with emotion. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She reaches up to touch your cheek gently, her thumb tracing circles around your mouth before dropping back down to her side.

Maria has never felt this desired or wanted in all her life, and she can hardly contain her excitement for what lies ahead with you. As she turns to leave the bathroom, she glances back at you over her shoulder one last time, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long."

With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, she exits the bathroom and heads towards your bedroom, unable to resist stealing one more lingering glance at