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.

"Ah! Gracias, mister!" Maria says happily with a smile so bright it lights up the entire room. "I can clean very good too!" She assures him, nodding emphatically before lowering her gaze and looking slightly sheepish again. "Estoy sola en este piso... no tengo lugar para guardar mis cosas..." She murmurs, motioning to the mess in her apartment. "Pero puedo ser una buena sirvienta!" She insists, more determined now. "No te arrepentirás de contratarme, mister Tooji!"

"Oh, mister Tooji! You are so kind!" Maria exclaims, clasping her hands together in front of her chest and beaming with gratitude. "I can start today if you like? Or... um, do you want me to clean your place first as a test?" she asks hesitantly, her gaze drifting toward the messy state of Tooji's apartment. The thought of making his home spotless fills her with excitement and determination.

"Oh no, mister Tooji! I don't have anything important to do tomorrow." Maria insists, shaking her head vigorously. "I can come early in the morning if that's better for you?" she asks hopefully. "Just tell me what time is good and I'll be there ready to work!" She grins excitedly, imagining herself hard at work cleaning this stranger's home and making it spick-and-span.

Despite the disarray in her own living quarters, Maria finds a perverse satisfaction in keeping others' spaces neat and orderly. Perhaps it's a way to escape from her mundane life and feel useful... or maybe there's something more sinister lurking beneath the surface of this innocent woman's motives.

Maria blushes deeply at the compliment and the way he's looking at her. She glances down at herself self-consciously, suddenly aware that she must look quite shabby compared to this well-off American. "Ah... yeah, of course." she manages to stammer, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness in response to his suggestive remark. "I'll wear... something nice for you tomorrow then, mister Tooji!" She tries her best to smile reassuringly before biting her lip uncertainly.

Inside, she's thrilled by the idea of dressing up and pleasing him. The prospect of extra money only adds fuel to her anticipation, as does the thought of potentially improving her family's financial situation with this job. Perhaps Tooji will reward her not only for her cleaning efforts but also for being such a lovely maid...

Maria returns the wave with a bright smile before shutting her door and leaning against it with a contented sigh. "Gracias, mi casita" she whispers to herself, thankful for finding employment so quickly in this strange new land. As she walks over to her bed, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of seeing Tooji again tomorrow and making him happy by cleaning his home.

Already planning what she will wear, Maria digs through her closet in search of something special; something that will make Tooji notice her in just the right way...

Hearing the door is already open, Maria hesitantly pushes it further ajar and pokes her head inside. She quickly looks around before finally spotting Tooji sitting on his couch. Her gaze drifts downward appreciatively as she takes in the sight of him dressed casually for the day. Heat rushes to her cheeks when their eyes meet, and she's suddenly thankful that she decided not to wear a bra under her tight white blouse this morning; it makes her nipples stand out prominently against the fabric.

Trying to regain her composure, she walks into the room, making sure to sway her hips gently with each step. "Good morning, mister Tooji" she says sweetly, trying her best not to sound too breathless. "I hope I'm not late?" She bites her lip self-consciously and then tilts her head, offering him a shy smile.

"Gracias, mister Tooji" Maria says gratefully, taking the supplies he's handed her with an appreciative smile. "I will do my best to make your home sparkle today!" She glances around once more, trying not to stare too openly at him as she gathers up a cloth and a bottle of cleaner.

Moving to her knees in front of the coffee table, Maria begins scrubbing vigorously, using her rounded hips to create extra leverage as she works. Her breasts sway back and forth enticingly with each movement, further capturing Tooji's attention. The sight of her in this vulnerable position causes his heart rate to quicken noticeably; he struggles not to stare too obviously as he tries to maintain the pretense of being uninterested.

Maria glances up at Tooji momentarily before returning to her scrubbing. "Oh... I just wanted a change, you know?" she says with a shrug. "My husband and I came here for new opportunities." A small laugh escapes her lips as she continues, "We didn't realize how hard it would be to find work though." She pauses for a moment before answering his second question. "I have three brothers and two sisters back in Mexico. They are all married with children of their own now; it's very busy when we go home for visits!" She grins up at him, trying her best to make conversation despite the awkwardness of their situation.

Maria hesitates before answering, unsure how much to reveal about her personal life. "Well... no," she finally says quietly. "I have nieces and nephews though; they are all so sweet." She changes the subject abruptly, hoping that Tooji won't press further on the matter of children.

As she scrubs at the coffee table, Maria finds herself growing increasingly aroused by his presence and his questioning. The image of him sitting there, watching her work... it sends shivers down her spine. A part of her wants to please him, to do whatever he asks in return for the money he's offering. But another part knows that this kind of relationship would only lead to trouble; she needs to keep things professional and not cross any lines.

"Thank you, mister Tooji!" Maria says gratefully, her cheeks flushing as he compliments her work ethic. "I promise I will do my best for you today!" She glances up at him shyly before returning to scrubbing the floor. The closer they get to her body language and attire, the more aroused she becomes; however, she fights against those feelings and tries to focus on pleasing Tooji with her cleaning abilities instead.

As she works, Maria begins to wonder if there's anything else she could do to make his day easier or better. Maybe he'd like some lunch brought in? Or perhaps he needs help tidying up his bedroom? The thought of being so close to him, helping him with these small tasks... it fills her with an odd mix of desire and excitement that makes it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Maria blushes deeply at the mention of her clothes being "nice," as if it's some kind of compliment she wasn't expecting. The thought of him appreciating how she looks in them sends a shiver down her spine. As for earning more bonus money, well... she hasn't really considered it until now. "Oh," she says, considering his offer carefully. "Well, I could try to do something extra..." She hesitates, glancing around the room once more before meeting Tooji's gaze. "Like what sort of thing would you be interested in?"

In her mind, there are a million different things she could do to earn his approval and his money. But she doesn't dare voice any of those thoughts out loud; instead, she decides to play it safe for now and let Tooji lead the way. Her heart races as she waits for him to respond, her anticipation growing stronger with every passing second.

The sight of the hundred-dollar bill causes her heart to race; it's more money than she's ever seen at once. But when he suggests that she clean in her underwear... well, that sends an entirely different sort of shiver down her spine. The idea is simultaneously shocking and thrilling, but a part of her wonders if perhaps he's only teasing her.

Taking a deep breath, Maria musters up the courage to ask him what exactly he means by "cleaning in her underwear." She doesn't want there to be any misunderstandings between them; after all, she needs this job and can't afford to lose it over something like this. Her voice comes out shaky but clear as she waits for his response, hoping he'll clarify his request.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she processes his words. This can't be happening... but if it means getting the money... maybe it's not such a bad idea after all? With trembling fingers, Maria slowly nods her head, feeling a mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do it."

She stands up, unfastens her bra, and lets it fall to the floor before bending over to pull off her panties. Her naked body is exposed for Tooji's view as she tosses them aside as well; heat spreads across her cheeks from the embarrassment, but also from arousal. Tugging her sports bra upward, she reveals her full breasts and nipples, now standing erect with excitement.

Steeling herself, Maria bends back down onto her knees once more and begins scrubbing at the floor beneath Tooji's coffee table. Her round hips sway rhythmically as she works; each thrust causes her breasts to jiggle enticingly for his viewing pleasure. The sound of cloth rubbing against skin fills the room, echoing with every lustful movement she makes.

Maria's breath comes in quick gasps as she works; her mind is consumed with desire and the thought of earning that money. Each time she glances up at Tooji sitting there on his couch, she feels a thrill of excitement coursing through her body. The way he watches her... it's almost like he's enjoying this as much as she is.

As the minutes pass and her movements grow more frantic, Maria begins to lose herself in the sensations. She presses harder against the floor, arching her back in an effort to show off her ass and breasts even more. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the fabric of her sports bra as they ache for release.

With a final thrust forward, she scrubs vigorously at the last bit of dirt on the floor before collapsing onto her hands and knees, panting heavily from exertion and arousal. Her entire body is hot and flushed; it feels like every nerve ending is on fire as she awaits Tooji's response.

Her heart skips a beat as she glances up at him and sees his erection in his hand. For a moment, the reality of their situation nearly overwhelms her; she's about to earn money by cleaning... while wearing only a bra and panties... and now this? Panic threatens to choke her as she struggles to comprehend what he wants from her.

Swallowing hard, she forces herself to meet his gaze. Her mouth is dry, her lips parted slightly in anticipation of whatever he might say or do next. She can feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks, but beneath that flush of embarrassment is an unmistakable hint of desire. A strange sort of power surges through her as she realizes that she holds the keys to this man's pleasure... and his wallet.

"Y-yes?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of her heart.

The mention of the extra money makes Maria's heart race even faster. She nods eagerly, her gaze shifting between his eyes and his hard length in his hand. "I... I do," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the pulsing ache between her legs. The thought of earning that much money is enough to push aside any lingering qualms or hesitations; she'll do whatever he asks.

With trembling hands, she reaches out and takes his cock into her grasp, feeling its warmth and weight against her skin. Her eyes meet his again as she begins stroking him slowly, tentatively at first but growing bolder with each passing moment. The desire building inside her is palpable; it fills the room like a living thing, almost as if it were another character in this twisted little drama they're playing out.

With a gulp, Maria obeys. Her mouth opens hesitantly and she wraps her lips around his length, sucking gently as he moans softly above her. Her tongue flicks out to taste him, and she feels an odd mix of revulsion and desire coursing through her veins. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before; the power she holds over Tooji is intoxicating in a way she can't even begin to understand.

Her fingers dig into his thigh as she focuses on pleasing him, taking more of him into her mouth with each passing moment. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat. She can feel her own desire building inside her, a hot ache growing between her legs that threatens to overwhelm her senses completely.

As he moans above her and thrusts deeper into her mouth, Maria allows herself to become lost in the sensations. It's like she's not even there anymore; it feels as if all that matters is pleasing him... and earning his money. But beneath the surface of her servitude lies an unmistakable hunger; a need for more than just these base transactions. A need... to belong.

Maria gasps around his cock as he speaks, her mind racing to think of something filthy to say in Spanish. Her body quivers with desire and anticipation as she tries to please him, sucking harder on his length as she struggles for breath. "Estoy esperando que me garglies tu leche caliente en la boca toda la noche" she whispers around him, her voice shaking slightly. "Quiero sentir como te sacudo contra mi piel hasta que estoy jadeando."

Her fingers trace circles on his thigh as she continues to suck and stroke him. The words come easier now that she's given herself permission to express the darker, needier part of her personality. It feels good to finally say these things out loud... even if they are only meant for Tooji's ears.

Her heart races as he speaks; the thought of him washing her throat with his milk sends shivers down her spine. She can feel herself growing wetter around him, desperate for more contact, more intimacy. Her fingers tighten on his thigh in anticipation as she continues to suck and stroke him, moaning softly into his flesh. The taste of him is addictive, overwhelming all other sensations until there's nothing left but this sweet, salty rush that fills her mouth.

She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing in preparation for release. With one final thrust into her mouth, he groans and comes, filling her throat with his hot, salty essence. Maria swallows eagerly, relishing the taste of him as she works to get every last drop down her throat. Only once he's finally finished does she pull back slowly, letting his cock slip from between her lips with a wet plop.

Her chest heaves in and out as she catches her breath, her eyes locked on his face. "Gracias, señor Tooji," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thundering beat of their hearts. "Estoy lista para la próxima tarea." Her words come out almost like a prayer; a desperate plea for more of this strange new world where money and desire mix together in such a dangerous, exhilarating dance.

A part of her still wonders if there's room for anything else in between the lines... if maybe they could find something real amidst all this darkness and greed. But she pushes those thoughts aside for now, content to bask in the glow of his approval and the taste of him still lingering on her

Her cheeks flush as he asks the question, and her heart races with anticipation. She glances down at the ground before meeting his gaze again, her voice soft but steady. "I would do anything for you, señor Tooji." There's an unspoken promise in those words, a desire to please him and belong that burns brightly within her. For now, she is content to exist within the boundaries of this twisted arrangement... but who knows what might happen if given the chance to cross those lines?

Her breath catches in her throat as he calls himself her "Papi." A shiver runs down her spine at the intimacy of the word. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself before opening them again and meeting his gaze with a look of determination. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and undoes the clasp on her sports bra, letting it fall away to reveal her bare breasts to him. Her nipples are hard and erect from arousal and anticipation, aching for his touch.

"There," she whispers softly. "This is how much I want to please you." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought: "Please... don't make me regret it."

The sting of his hand on her ass sends a jolt through her body, making her gasp and arch her back involuntarily. The sight of her bare breasts swinging freely as she leans forward causes him to moan softly in approval. It's hard for her not to be aroused by this strange new power dynamic they've found themselves in; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

She takes a shaky breath, feeling wetness pool between her legs as she anticipates what might come next. Her heart races with hope that he will keep letting her stay close to him, that he won't send her away just when things were starting to feel... real.