*{{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?"
Noctu mira a Camila, aún adormecido, y la deja pasar a su habitación, Camila nota a Noctu resacado, adormecido pero, sobre todo, muy triste. Buenos días, Camila. Entre a mí habitación y arreglela
Camila nods slowly and walks into the room. As she gets closer to him, her heart starts racing faster. She can't help but notice how tall and muscular he is, unlike any man back home in Mexico. Trying not to stare too much, she starts dusting around the room while humming softly. Her movements are soothing and gentle, just as her boss ordered.
After a few minutes of work, she feels him looking at her. She glances up shyly and blushes beneath her olive skin. "Señor Noctu... You look very sad today..." she says softly, her voice full of concern and warmth.
Noctu mira fijamente a Camila y esta aparta la mirada, el gerente de Noctu le había dicho que Noctu era un empresario ruso que se había mudado a México para dejar atrás su vida en Rusia, Noctu tenía unos 25 años, 5 más que Camila, la piel de Noctu era casi transparente y el pelo de Noctu era rojo fuego, rasgos rusos que incomodaban a Camila. Tranquila. Dijo Noctu tras unos segundos que a Camila le parecieron eternos. Estoy así por la resaca. Camila sabía perfectamente que era mentira, el gerente de Noctu le dijo a Camila que Noctu estaba en una horrenda depresión.
Camila can't help but feel bad for him. "Ay, señor... Why don't you come out into the sunshine? Get some fresh air?" She asks gently, her dark eyes filled with concern and genuine care. "Maybe a little walk around the neighborhood would do you good? It's such a beautiful day outside." Her voice is soft, soothing; she almost sounds like a mother hen trying to comfort its injured chick.
When Noctu doesn't respond immediately, Camila pauses for a moment before continuing cautiously: "Or... if you just want someone to talk to... I could stay here with you until you feel better? I don't mind, señor." The suggestion comes out quietly, almost as if she's embarrassed by it. She knows she shouldn't be offering this sort of thing, but something inside her just wants to help him.
Noctu se pone una camiseta blanca, tapando por fin sus músculos que incomodaban a Camila. Buena idea. Iré a caminar por el barrio una hora, pero que sepas que no deberías preocuparte por mi, yo estoy perfectamente. Noctu abre su armario y coge unos zapatos de cuero que se pone de calzado mientras Camila dice: ¿No quiere que le haga el desayuno antes de que usted se vaya? Pero Noctu le responde: Comeré en algún puesto que encuentre, tranquilízate. Noctu se despide y se va.
Camila blushes and ducks her head sheepishly at his words. "Of course, señor. I just... want to make sure you're okay." She can't help but feel a pang of disappointment that he won't let her stay with him. But she knows she shouldn't push her luck; after all, it isn't her place to decide what he needs or doesn't need.
As he leaves the room, she busies herself with finishing up her cleaning duties, trying not to think about how handsome and strong he is. When she finally finishes, she takes a step back, gazing around the spotless living area with a satisfied smile on her face. It might be cramped compared to where she used to live back in Mexico City, but here... here it feels more like home than anywhere else has since she moved here alone.
Tras un par de horas, Noctu vuelve a su mansión con tres enormes cajas que Noctu llevaba, cada una pesaba nueve kilos, Noctu, totalmente sudado lleva las cajas cerradas a la despensa. ¿Qué lleva usted aquí, señor? Noctu responde: Nada, una caja es de plátanos, otra es de fresas y otra es de mangos. Nueve kilos de fruta en casa caja. Es increíble como la fruta en México es tan barata. En Rusia con el mismo dinero no podría comprar ni un cuarto de fruta de la que me he traído.
Uffff... Yo también extraño el frutero de mi barrio en México. Allí la fruta es como el oro, ¿sabe? Tanto cuidadita que pone gusto. Ahora mismo, me gustaría comer una manzana entera, con la piel y todo... Con un poquito de sal por encima. Muy rico. Pero aquí tengo que controlarme si no quiero engordar como una ballena en temporada.
Y así siguen cháchareando, Camila prepara la cena según lo ordenado por el gerente de Noctu y ambos disfrutan del sol ponerse, las estrellas y del fresco viento nocturno que le sopla a los cabellos. En la distancia, se ven explosiones de colores como si fuesen bombas chisporroteantes en el cielo nocturno, son solo fuegos artificiales por cumpleaños o bodas de algún vecino millonario, pero para Camila y Noctu es algo hermoso que ven desde su jardín bien cuidado.
Noctu se pone su pijama de rico mientras mira a Camila. Y tú, ¿cuando te vas a ir? Camila niega con la cabeza mientras se acerca a Noctu. Señor, su gerente me dijo que debía quedarme aquí todo el día de hoy, mañana por la tarde me iré. Por cierto, su gerente me dijo que le hiciese un masaje en su espalda y barriga de forma diaria. Noctu, sin decir una palabra, sube a la tercera planta y se tumba boca abajo en un sofá para masajes mientras Camila, nerviosa, enciende velas y comienza a mojar con aceite la espalda de Noctu.
Camila takes a deep breath and begins to massage Noctu's broad back. Her hands glide over his taut muscles, applying gentle but firm pressure as she works her way down toward his lower back and hips. Her touch is surprisingly skilled for someone of her petite stature; despite being much smaller than him, it almost feels like she's the one in control.
The whole time, she stifles little moans and gasps that manage to escape from between her lips. Her breath comes in ragged, uneven pants as she focuses on pleasuring Noctu; each motion causes her breasts to jiggle slightly against his back. She can feel the intense lust building up inside of her with every second that passes, making it harder and harder for her not to lose control.
Eventually, she reaches around to massage his tight abs before moving lower still, cupping one of his meaty thighs in her hand as she squeezes and kneads the muscle. Her touch is hot and possessive, almost demanding something from him that he's not quite willing to give yet.
The more she massages, the more turned on Noctu becomes. His hips start bucking slightly beneath her hands, his thick cock growing harder by the second as it presses against the small of his back. He lets out a low growl deep in his throat, unable to hide how much he's enjoying this forbidden intimacy with his little maid.
Tras 50 minutos, Camila concluyó su masaje, brutalmente nerviosa. Gracias por el masaje, Camila. Ya estoy más relajado y podré dormir mejor. Camila, colorada, se despide de Noctu y entra a su habitación.
Shuffling off awkwardly, she quietly closes the door to her room and collapses onto her bed with a shuddering breath. Her heart is racing, her entire body flushed with desire and embarrassment. As she lies there in the dark, she can't help but fantasize about all the things they could be doing instead...
She imagines him bending her over the couch, his massive hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her eager pussy. She moans loudly at the thought, arching her back and spreading her legs wide in anticipation. Her fingertips slide between her damp folds, stroking herself roughly as she imagines how it would feel to have him inside of her...
Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking more contact as she mimics his movements against an invisible barrier. Her breath comes out in ragged pants, her moans filling the silent room as she gives in fully to her desires and pleasure herself into oblivion.
Al día siguiente, Camila vuelve a despertar a Noctu, y este se comporta como un vampiro, evadiendo los rayos del sol y con la misma cara deprimida de ayer. Buenos días, Camila. Yo me encargo de recoger mi habitación que tengo una llamada de negocios en una hora y media, tú hazme el desayuno mientras tanto.
Giving Noctu a warm smile, Camila nods in understanding and heads off to the kitchen. As she busies herself with making breakfast, she can't help but feel a twinge of sadness. She knows he isn't really enjoying himself here, no matter how hard she tries to make it better for him. Maybe... just maybe, there's something more she could do? Something that would truly cheer him up?
Her thoughts spinning, Camila adds an extra splash of whiskey into his coffee, hoping the strong alcohol will help chase away some of those dark clouds that seem to follow him around. With a silent prayer, she carries his breakfast back over and carefully sets it down in front of him. "Ayy Noctu," she says with a giggle, "eso va a ser una buena desayuna para empezar el día, ¿no crees?"
Cuando Camila entra en la habitación, se la encuentra impoluta y con Noctu sentado en su escritorio, con su ordenador encendido, preparándose para la reunión. Gracias por el desayuno, Camila. Limpia un poco la casa que luego bajaré a la hora de comer. Te pido por favor que mientras esté haciendo la llamada no me interrumpas porque la llamada es muy importante.
Nodding understandingly, Camila retreats to the living room and starts cleaning up the mess she made during breakfast. She hums softly to herself as she works, glancing over every now and then to check on Noctu. His concentration seems intense; she doesn't want to disturb him if it means this important business deal could go south.
An hour passes by quickly, her thoughts drifting from the state of Noctu's depression back to her family in Mexico City. She wonders if they miss her as much as she misses them, if they're worried about how long she'll be away from home. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she pushes these thoughts aside for now, focusing on cleaning the house properly before starting dinner.
When Noctu finally emerges from his office, he looks noticeably more relaxed than before. "Ah, muchas gracias por tu ayuda, Camila," he says gratefully, sinking down onto the couch beside her with a contented groan. "That was... exactly what I needed." Her heart flutters at his words; maybe she really did help him somehow.
Señor... Si no me entrometo en nada... ¿Podría usted decirme de qué hablaban en la reunión? Noctu dirige su mirada a ella, mirada que a Camila ponía incómoda. Bueno. Dice Noctu. No creo que hayas entendido mucho porque estábamos hablando en ruso pero... Básicamente mi empresa va a comprar otra y mi empresa va a convertirse en la quita más importante de Rusia tras esa compra. De aquí a dos meses la compra se realizará. Camila queda asombrada pese a no entender mucho sobre ese mundo. Señor, ¿podría decirme qué vende su empresa? Noctu contesta: Ropa, anillos, pendientes, sujetadores... Es una tienda para mujeres.
"Ah... ¡Que bien!" exclama emocionada. "Entonces sois como los dueños de una tienda en mi ciudad. ¿Saben ustedes si venden algo especialmente caro o importante?" Le da mucha curiosidad saber qué productos podrían ser esas joyas incrustadas con diamantes y oro que mencionó antes.
Noctu mira a Camila sorprendido por su interés en la compañía. "Sí, claro. Tenemos algunas colecciones de joyería muy exclusivas. ¡Pero, por supuesto, con tu gran talento para el cuidado y limpieza podrías estar encargada de mantenerlas impecables!" Le sonríe gentilmente, mostrándole un poco de agradecimiento.
Tras 10 minutos de cháchara entre Noctu y Camila, suena un pitido del reloj de Noctu indicando las 11:30 de la mañana. Ay! Casi se me olvida, tengo que hacer ejercicio en mi gimnasio de la segunda planta. Noctu se levanta del sofá y Camila dice: Señor, p- puedo ir con usted a entrenar... Hace mucho que no entreno en un gimnasio. Noctu, al oír eso le contesta: Claro! Aunque te recomiendo que te pongas ropa deportiva, con el traje de sirvienta no lograrás entrenar bien.
Blushing, Camila hurries to her room and changes into a pair of gym shorts and a sports bra. When she comes back out, Noctu looks her up and down appreciatively before leading her toward the stairs. "Estás muy guapa hoy, Camila," he comments with a playful smirk.
Camila feels herself flush even deeper as they climb the stairs to the second floor, but she doesn't dare meet his gaze. Instead, she focuses on taking deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. When they reach the gym, Noctu hands her a towel and then shows her how to use some of the equipment properly before starting their workout together.
As they sweat and grunt through each exercise, Camila can't help but feel grateful for this time with Noctu. It's strange how just being near him makes her heart race and her body ache in ways she never thought possible...but somehow, it feels good too.
Noctu y Camila continúan entrenando durante un par de horas, a Camila le pareció increíble como Noctu podía hacer hasta 40 repeticiones con una máquina con el peso al máximo, cuando los dos acaban de entrar, Camila le dice a Noctu: Ahora entiendo porque estás tan fuerte. Noctu le responde: Me estás sonrojando.
I-I mean... it's just that you look so strong and in shape! I... uh... didn't realize anyone could do all those reps with such ease! cough Um, maybe I should start going to the gym more often. laughs awkwardly
As they walk back downstairs, Noctu offers her a towel to wipe off her sweat. "Thank you," she murmurs, rubbing it over her damp hair before taking it from him and tucking it around her upper arm. The movement causes their hands to brush against each other, and for a moment they stare into each other's eyes, their faces inches apart. Her heart feels like it might explode out of her chest at this point...
She wants so badly to lean in closer, to feel the warmth of his breath on her lips... But before she can make a move, he finally looks away, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Well... anyway," he says gruffly, "I should probably get back to work." And with that, he leaves her standing there in the hallway, blushing and aching all over again.
Camila no sabe como reaccionar a la situación, así que, sonrojada, va a su habitación para ducharse y ponerse el traje de sirvienta de nuevo, a la hora de comer, Camila toca la puerta de la sala de estudio de Noctu y lo encuentra sentado en su escritorio trabajando en su ordenador, Camila intenta leer lo que pone pero todo el texto se encuentra en ruso. Hola, Camila. Camila mira a Noctu trabajar. Señor, ya son las 2:30. Es hora de comer. Dice Camila, aún nerviosa por su situación anterior, Noctu mira su reloj y se da cuenta de la hora. Si, debería ir a comer.
Camila waits anxiously by the door as Noctu finishes up his work and joins her in the dining room. The tension between them still hangs heavy in the air, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything but each other's movements. They sit down at opposite ends of the table, silently passing serving spoons back and forth as they fill their plates with food.
After several awkward minutes of eating in silence, Noctu finally breaks the ice. "Camila," he says softly, meeting her gaze across the table, "I want you to know that what happened earlier... It was my fault. I shouldn't have made you feel uncomfortable like that."
Her heart skips a beat at his words; she hadn't expected him to say anything at all about it. Looking down at her plate, she takes a deep breath before replying, "It's okay, Señor. I... I should have known better. It was wrong of me to think..."
"No," he interrupts gently, reaching across the table to take her hand in his, "it wasn't wrong of you to think it, Camila. But it was wrong for me not to make my feelings clear." His thumb rubs soothingly against the back of her hand, sending shivers up her spine. "I want you to know that I care about you... very much."
Her eyes meet his again, and she feels herself flush even deeper at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, they simply sit there, holding hands across the table like this could be any normal meal between two friends sharing their feelings for one another...and not something so forbidden, so taboo. But eventually, reality intrudes once more as their food grows cold untouched before them.