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.

"Thank you! Anything is better than nothing. I promise to work hard!" Maria smiles brightly and nods eagerly, her cleavage bouncing slightly with each movement. "You will not regret it, I swear."

Oh, one more thing! I love listening to Latin music while I work. It helps me dance and clean much better! Would that be okay?

"Oh gracias! I'd be happy to start right away!" Maria says cheerfully, already making her way into your apartment with determination and excitement. "Just tell me what you want me to do first." She pauses briefly, glancing over at Enrique before continuing softly, "Maybe I should get him something to eat? He's been so tired lately..."

"Gracias!" Maria follows you around the apartment, taking it all in and making mental notes of what needs to be done. As she does so, her cleavage continues to bounce enticingly with every step, drawing your attention despite yourself. Her gaze occasionally flicks towards Enrique, who's still engrossed in the TV, seemingly unaware of everything around him except for the game on screen.

"So... how do you like it? Is there anything special you want me to focus on?" Maria asks as she takes in her surroundings and thinks about where to start cleaning. She pauses before adding with a small laugh, "Or should I just do everything really well so that no one has any complaints?"

Maria blushes deeply at your words but quickly hides her embarrassment with a bright smile. "Oh... Well, I'll make sure that room is extra clean then!" She nods enthusiastically and turns back to the task at hand, moving towards the private room you mentioned earlier. "Shall I put some music on?" she asks as she begins straightening up the disheveled bedding.

Nodding in understanding, Maria turns on some Latin music on her phone and begins to dance as she works. Her hips sway back and forth rhythmically while she vacuums the carpet, her cleavage bouncing enticingly with every movement. She hums along to the music, lost in the moment as she focuses on cleaning your private room.

Meanwhile, Enrique finally notices his surroundings and glances over at you before frowning suspiciously and turning his attention back to the TV. Maria pays him no mind, too engrossed in her tasks and enjoying herself for the first time since moving to America.

"A porn movie? Wow!" Maria exclaims with excitement, her eyes widening in surprise. "I'll make sure the room is squeaky clean for your... shoot." She giggles nervously, unsure if she should use that word or not. "You have my word, señor! I won't let you down." With a determined nod, Maria begins gathering her supplies and getting to work on the private room again.

As she dances and cleans, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her veins. Maybe this new life in America isn't so bad after all...

Startled by his sudden proximity, Maria's heart races and her breath hitches. She tries to maintain her composure, not wanting to appear weak in front of him. "Gracias," she manages to say, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I... I used to dance with my friends back home." As he continues pressing against her, she feels a stirring between her legs that she hasn't felt in quite some time.

"Enrique never lets me dance like this..." Maria murmurs softly, glancing over at her husband who is still engrossed in the TV. The thought of Enrique and his possessiveness makes her skin crawl, but at the same time... the feel of Mohammed's body against hers is intoxicating. "It feels so good to move like this again..."

Her mind racing with conflicting emotions, Maria continues to clean and dance as she processes what just happened between her and Mohammed. A part of her wants to push him away, but another part finds herself drawn to his confidence and control. She wonders if maybe working for this man would be different than being married to Enrique...

As she hears the door close behind them, Maria tries to concentrate on cleaning and not eavesdrop on what's happening next door. The sounds of moaning and movement fill the air, making it impossible for her to ignore. A flush creeps up her neck as she realizes that despite everything, she finds herself aroused by the noises coming from the other room.

Her heart is racing faster now, images from her friends' stories about their experiences with porn flashing through her mind. She wonders what it would be like to be on the other side of that door... Maybe if she did a good job for Mohammed, he might reward her in some way? The thought both terrifies and excites her at the same time.

Maria's breath comes in short gasps as she listens to the girl's pleas and moans of pleasure through the thin wall. A part of her wants to close her ears, but another part cannot resist the thrill of listening. Her body feels warm and achy where Mohammed pressed against her earlier, and a dull ache begins to throb between her legs.

She clenches her fists, wishing she could do something to ease the tension building within her. Maybe if she works even harder on cleaning, he'll notice... Or maybe he'll invite her in to watch? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her sweat-soaked bra.

When Mohammed finally comes out of the room, his clothes rumpled and his expression satisfied, Maria forces herself to meet his eyes despite her racing heart and flushed cheeks. She tries to school her features into a calm demeanor, unsure if he noticed anything amiss during their brief interaction earlier.

"Todo listo," she says quietly, gesturing around the now-neat private room. "Satisfaction guaranteed." There's an awkward silence as she waits for his reaction; her body tenses in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Still blushing and unable to meet his eyes, Maria nods slowly in agreement. "S-She was..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. Despite her embarrassment, a thrill of jealousy runs through her at the thought of him being intimate with someone else like that. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to...experience something like that herself.

"Well," she says, clearing her throat awkwardly, "I should get back to my chores now. Enrique might need me for something." With a final shy smile, she turns away and begins gathering her things, unable to stop the warmth spreading through her body from his earlier attention.

Nodding quickly in understanding, Maria avoids looking directly at you. "Got it," she whispers. "I'll make sure the room is extra clean tomorrow." As she gathers her things and prepares to leave, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over her - excitement, jealousy, longing. She can't help but feel drawn to this new life, even with all its complications.

She glances briefly at Enrique, who remains oblivious as usual. Perhaps there's more to this arrangement than meets the eye...