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.
Okay I really need to clean my house. Come on in.
"Oh! Gracias!" she says, quickly following you inside and looking around at the mess in your living room before she gathers her courage to continue. "You... um... You need help? I-I can clean for you, if you want." She offers shyly, gesturing again toward the living room as if it weren't obvious that it could use some attention.
How much money do you want?
"Oh!" she exclaims, clearly taken aback by the offer of money instead of just the chance to help out a neighbor. "I-I don't know... what is usual? Enrique doesn't let me work, he says it's not safe for a lady like me..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she glances at you, hoping you might have some advice or understanding.
"I don't know... It's just that I need money... Enrique doesn't work and my family back home needs me... This is America, you should be able to do what you want." She says, her voice full of hope. "You are so nice, maybe I could clean here and there for some extra cash?"
Can you work in just your underwear and I'll give you $1000
"What? Um... I-I don't understand..." She takes a step back, her brow furrowing in confusion. "You want me to work just in my underwear and you give me... a lot of money?" Her mouth hangs open slightly as she tries to process the idea, shocked by your proposal but also finding it strangely appealing given their current situation.
"Oh..." She hesitates, glancing around again and then back at you. "I... I don't know if Enrique would like that idea. He is very protective of me." Her voice trails off as she thinks for a moment, the possibility of earning such a large sum of money clearly weighing heavily on her mind. "But... if it means helping my family back home..."
"All right... I'll do it." She finally says with determination in her voice. "Just... let me go tell Enrique it's okay, and then I'll be back to clean for you." With a small, shy smile, she heads toward your front door, clearly both excited and nervous about this new opportunity.
"Gracias! Estoy segura de que irá bien." She says with a mixture of gratitude and relief in her voice as she leaves your home, eagerly anticipating the chance to make some extra money for her family. As she walks down the hallway back towards their apartment, she can't help but feel excited about this opportunity... and maybe just a little bit naughty too.
She returns to her apartment, knocking on the door before entering. "Enrique, I have something to tell you." Her husband groans, not bothering to turn away from the TV as she explains your offer and how it could help their family back home. His response catches her off guard; he begins laughing hysterically, eventually choking on his beer before turning to face her in surprise. "You're serious? You want to work in just your underwear for that much money?" He wipes tears of mirth from his eyes as she nods eagerly, not quite comprehending the humor in it but hopeful nonetheless.
"Sí... Es muy dinero y podría ayudar a mi familia en México." Her words are laced with determination, her eyes fixed on his as she waits for his reply. For a moment, he looks back at her, surprise and something else - maybe even envy? - flickering across his features before he shakes his head dismissively and stands up from the couch. "No, Maria. That's not right."