Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 1 - Her First Day


Tom and Latessa left their house at five on the morning of her first
day at the Andrews's.  It was still dark, the interior of the car was
dimly lit by the dashboard lights.

Tom turned to his wife.  "You know the car payment check and the rent
check bounced?" he said.  "It's a good thing we found this work for
you.  Your other job just wasn't enough."

Latessa said nothing.  Her stomach in a knot, she had a sense of
impending doom.

It was just getting light when they pulled up to the Andrews's house.
Tom kissed his wife and she got out and watched his tail lights
disappear down the long driveway.  Dressed in her maid's uniform, she
got out the key and let herself in the back door.

She looked around the kitchen and found the cabinet where the cereal
was and put it on the table along with bowls and spoons.  She'd leave
the rest in the fridge until Megan and Bobby came down for breakfast.
Alone with her thoughts, she wondered what she'd gotten herself into.

A month earlier she'd just be getting up now, picking out which of her
expensive business suits she was going to wear, and start thinking
about the day's schedule of meetings, presentations, and reviews of
her subordinates.  Today she sat in someone else's kitchen wearing a
maid's uniform waiting for their kids to come down so that she could
serve them breakfast.

A little before seven, Bobby came down.  He looked a lot like his
father must have when he was sixteen.  Same steel blue eyes, but a
full head of dark brown hair.  "Hi," he said.  "You must be the new
maid.  You're kind of pretty.  What's your name?"

More indignities, thought Latessa.  "My name is Latessa.  I've got
your cereal out.  I'll get the milk and orange juice now."

"Hey," he objected.  "Aren't you supposed to say sir to me?"

She felt her cheeks flush.  Yes, she remembered, she was supposed to
say sir to this snot nosed white boy.  "I'm sorry, sir.  I forgot."
She brought the items from the fridge and placed them on the table.

"Well, ok," he allowed.  "It *is* your first day."

Megan came in.  Green eyes and bleach blonde hair.  Too much make-up
for an eighteen year old.  Latessa was surprised they let her out of
the house like that.

"Why isn't my cereal poured, girl?" she scolded the black woman.
"It's supposed to be ready at seven."

"Sorry, ma'am," said Latessa, once again fighting to control her
temper.  She poured the cereal for the white teenager, her face hot
with a mixture of anger and shame.  Girl?  She was old enough to be
this girl's momma.  What kind of people raised a child to be so
disrespectful, she wondered, even of a maid.

Bobby finished his breakfast and went out of the kitchen.  Megan left
without eating, leaving the untouched cereal in the bowl on the table.
Latessa cleared it all away.

With the children gone, Latessa could concentrate on the breakfast for
the man and woman of the house.  French toast was on the list stuck on
the refrigerator door.  She prepared it so it would be ready at eight
thirty as she had been instructed.

It was almost nine when Cindy walked into the kitchen.

"I smell something burning," the diminutive white woman said.  "I hope
you didn't burn the French toast."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," explained the colored maid, "I thought you said
eight thirty."

"Listen, you stupid nigger," scolded Cindy, looking up at her, "don't
put it on the stove until we come down.  I can't believe you have to
be told.  This isn't rocket science after all."

Did she just call her a nigger?  Latessa was beside herself.  She was
about to smack the snotty white bitch when she thought of Darlene and
her college, the bounced checks, and she realized she was trapped.
There was nothing she could do except take it and suffer her
humiliation silently.

"Sorry, ma'am," she said with restraint.  "I'll do better next time."

"I hope so," replied the white woman.

"What's all the commotion?" asked Jack as he entered the kitchen and
sat at the table.

"It seems cooking is not our new maid's strength," his wife answered.
"She's burned the French toast and I'll bet the coffee's going cold."

"Take it easy, hon," he said, trying to calm her, "she'll get the hang
of things around here soon enough."

Latessa prepared another batch of French toast even though the first
wasn't really burned at all, just a little well done.  The things she
had to do for her family, she thought.  She silently cursed the
economic conditions that led to the layoffs.  Then it had been she who
handed out the rebukes and it was her white underlings who took it.

After breakfast, Jack and Cindy left the kitchen, though Cindy gave
her an icy glare on the way out.  She cleared the dishes and waited
for Bertha to arrive.

The big black girl showed up a few minutes later, letting herself in
the kitchen door.

"Well, I see you still here," she said.

"Only because I need the money so bad," Latessa replied.  "Those
children are snots, especially the girl.  And that woman!  She called
me a nigger!  Can you believe it?"

"Oh, I believes it," said Bertha.  "Those white folks take some
gettin' used to.  Tha's fo' sho'.  You jus' gots to get used to it,
dat's all.  Let's go.  I'll show you what you needs to know."

The young black maid showed Latessa around the Andrews's house.  Where
the bedrooms were, the linen closet, and the laundry chute.  Finally
Latessa was left alone to make the beds.

That completed, she figured she'd do the laundry next.  Somehow the
tour had not included how to get to the laundry room itself.  It must
be in the basement, thought Latessa, but where was the door?  She
looked around a bit and finally found the door off the kitchen that
led down the stairs.

Sure enough, there was the laundry room.  At the end of the hall that
went past the washer and dryer she could see light streaming out of a
door that had been left ajar.  As she approached she heard the sound
of grunting and hard breathing.

She peeked in the door expecting to find a home gym or exercise room.
Instead she was greeted with the sight of Bertha and Mr. Andrews.  The
big black girl was on the floor on her hands and knees, completely
naked.  Mr. Andrews was on his knees behind her, his pants down, but
otherwise dressed.  His hands on her ass and he was fucking the black
maid for all he was worth.

"Oh, Massa!" she cried.  "Oh, you fuckin' yo' nigga fine now!  Oh,
gimme that white cock!  Yo' nigga got the good coochie fo' you!  Tha's
right, boss, use yo' nigga!  Use yo' nigga good!"

Smack!  Jack slapped Bertha on the ass, hard enough to make a sound
that made Latessa flinch.  Smack!

"Oh!  Oh!" Bertha vocalized.  "Oh, Massa, you gon' beat yo' nigga's
black ass now?  You gon' beat her ass while you fuck her?  You too
good to yo' nigga.  Beatin' her ass dat way."

Latessa stood mesmerized by the sight of the big black maid down on
all fours, her floppy breasts swinging hard in response to his
thrusts.  Her husky voice urging him on.  Urging him to slap her, to
fuck her, to user her.  The sound of flesh on flesh rang in her ears
and the smell of sex was in her nostrils.

"Ah!  Ah!  Ah!", grunted Jack, clearly in the throws of orgasm.

"Tha's right, Massa," Bertha said huskily, "use yo' nigga.  Fill yo'
nigga wit' yo' cum."

Latessa could see he was just about spent and quickly walked away.
She went right up the stairs to the kitchen and sat at the table.  She
felt her heart racing in her chest.  The fear of being discovered
combined with the exertion of her hasty retreat had obviously taken a
toll on her, she thought.

Maybe a quarter of an hour later, Bertha walked into the kitchen from
the dining room as though nothing had happened.  There must be more
than one way down there, thought Latessa.

"Well, I s'pose I should show you th' laundry," she said.  "Then where
the vacuum is."  Bertha went to the basement door that Latessa had
already discovered.  She followed her down the stairs.

"What's down the hall?" asked Latessa, like she didn't know.

"Jus' some more rooms.  Nothin' special," Bertha answered.  "You'll
see that soon enough, girl.  Let's work on the laundry for now."

Bertha proceeded to show her where the detergent was and how to
operate the machines.  Latessa wasn't listening, she still had the
image and sounds of what she'd just witnessed rolling around in her
brain.  The big colored girl had been like an animal in heat.  And all
the shameful things she said!  It was never like that with Tommy.  He
was so restrained and gentlemanly with her. So she'd find out soon
enough?  She felt flushed again and noticed a dampness between her
legs.

Later Bertha showed her what the rest of her duties were to be, well
except for the one she was most curious about.  Somehow she knew that
the day would come when it was to be her on her hands and knees being
used by the master of the house for his pleasure.  The thought left
her with butterflies in her stomach.


 * * *


Tom came by at one thirty to pick his wife up.  His job involved
traveling to customer sites to service office equipment so it was easy
for him to work in a trip to the Andrews's house as part of his
rounds.

"So, how bad was it?" he asked.

"That woman is a bitch," she replied.  "And so is her daughter.  Those
kids are unbelievable brats.  Can you believe I have to call them sir
and ma'am?  And Tommy?  That white bitch called me a nigger.  A
nigger!  Can you believe it?"

She held back on what she'd witnessed in the basement room

"I'm sorry, baby," replied Tom.  "You know how white folks are."  He
felt a twinge at the thought of the blonde haired woman.

What a pussy, she thought.  She wasn't surprised that he wouldn't
defend her honor, though what she expected him to do, she wasn't sure.
But he could have come up with something better than that.

She had nothing more to say to him and they rode the rest of the way
without speaking.


 * * *


That night she turned away from her husband as they lay in bed.

"Not tonight, Tommy," she said.  "I just don't feel up to it.
Besides, you've got to drop me off early again.  We're going to have
to get used to that."

Tom had no response to that either.  Instead, images of Cindy's cold
expression filled his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep.


  
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