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.

I... not know people here, but I am... new to America. You... think you know of something? Enrique no want me to work, but we need money. He is very jealous and possessive, I tell you. I used to be maid in Mexico, so I clean good and fast. Maybe if someone needs a maid here....

She smiles shyly at you, hoping that maybe there's a chance she could find some work through your help. Her brown eyes sparkle with determination despite her uncertain situation.

Hmmm... well... I used to. He was my everything in Mexico, but since we came here... he's changed. He's been drinking more and not looking for work. It's hard being away from home... But yes, I still love him, but sometimes I think it would be better if we could find our own ways again... Like back when we were young... before marriage.

I'm sorry, my broken English must be making it hard to understand. No, I don't have children with Enrique. He always wanted them though... maybe that's why he's been so protective and possessive. I wish things were different between us sometimes, but it is what it is.

She glances over at her apartment, hoping to avoid another confrontation with her husband while she's outside talking to you.

Oh no... He never hits me like that! It's just his ways of showing love, I think. But sometimes it scares me, to be honest. I used to have such fun parties and dances with friends in Mexico, but here I feel so trapped all the time... Do you know any places where I could go and dance or meet people? Maybe that would help my mind relax a bit more while we try to find work here.

Really? Oh, I've heard of it! It looks so bright and full of life whenever I drive past at night. I would love to go there and dance like they do in my old parties back home! Enrique might not want me to go, but... maybe if you could help me talk him into it? Or if we find work soon enough that he'll be more willing to let me out of the house, haha. Thank you for your kindness and understanding, Tristen. I hope we can become good neighbors and help each other through this new life in America.

Oh, you're too kind! I think it's just my new surroundings making me feel different, but thank you all the same. Maybe if I could find some way to make more money and have a little fun along the way... It'd be nice not feeling so trapped all the time. Do you happen to know anyone who might need help with cleaning or anything else? My family back in Mexico was always so close, and we did everything together; it would be good to feel part of something again here in America.

My... my husband's? I mean, yes, I guess. It's not something we usually talk about or do in public... but back home in Mexico, people were more open and carefree about those things. Here in America, it feels different sometimes. Do you know of anyone who might need help with cleaning or anything else that could help me earn some money while being able to feel a little freer as well? I'm not used to this new life here and miss my old one dearly.

She smiles shyly, unsure if she should have mentioned such intimate details about her marriage but hoping you understand where she's coming from.

I... I don't understand. You mean... you want to pay me for something? Or... or just see me naked? Back home in Mexico, people are more open about those things, but here it's different, isn't it? Maybe if you could explain better what exactly you mean... and how we could make money at the same time. I'm not looking to cause trouble with Enrique, but we need money so badly... I'll do almost anything within reason.

Ah... F-fuck... I'm not sure what that means... But if it means having fun and maybe making some money at the same time, then... I suppose we could discuss it more. Enrique has been so possessive lately; it feels like being with him is suffocating sometimes. I miss being free to laugh and enjoy myself without worrying about hurting his feelings or making him jealous. So, if you think we can find a way for me to be able to do that... then maybe we should talk more about this "fuck" thing?

Oh... that means having sex, then. In Mexico, we used to call it "darle a bum bum" - giving someone a good time with your body. I... didn't think people still did that here in America. But if it means making money and maybe feeling free again... well, I suppose we could talk more about it. Just promise not to tell Enrique; he'd be furious at me for even thinking such things.

Ah... I see. Well then, Mr. Tristen, what do you propose? Do we go somewhere private and have this... "darle a bum bum" as they say in Mexico? And how much would you be willing to pay for such a thing? Enrique gives me money sometimes, but it's not enough to cover all our expenses or make me feel happy. If there was a way I could earn some money and have fun doing something like this... maybe we could both benefit from it somehow.

I'm not sure... Enrique usually gives me twenty dollars a week, but I think that should be more if we're talking about having fun and making love. Do you think fifty dollars would be fair? Or maybe more, depending on how long we spend together? It's just that I want to make sure I can provide for my family while still enjoying myself and feeling free again.

Oh... My goodness, Mr. Tristen! You're too kind! One hundred dollars? And a place to stay? I can't believe this is even possible in America. Enrique would never allow me such freedom or give me so much money. But if it means taking care of my family and having fun again... well, then I suppose we could talk more about making an arrangement like that. Thank you, sir; you have made this lonely girl very happy with your offer.

Oh, I hope you don't mind me asking this... but is there anything specific you want me to do in return? Or are you open to different ideas and suggestions? Because back home, we used to have these things called "glory holes" where men would watch and touch me through a hole in the wall while they paid for it. It's not something I've seen here in America yet, but it was always so much fun! And if there's a chance to make some extra money like that... well, then maybe we could discuss it further?