Latessa's New Position
by Neal


Chapter 2 - A Maid's Place


Latessa arrived at the crack of dawn the next day, already loathing
the thought of another day of indignities and petty humiliations.

It was after she'd finished serving Mr. and Mrs. Andrews their
breakfast when Cindy took Latessa aside.

"I noticed that this floor is filthy," she said.  "You'll have to do
something about it.  There's cleaning stuff around here somewhere,
look for it.  Try to do a proper job of it, will you?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied the black woman.  I could wring her neck, she
thought.  The sassy bitch.

After clearing away the breakfast dishes she searched the cabinets and
closets and finally found a mop and bucket.  She mopped the floor and
then went on to start on the beds and laundry.

Bertha turned up while Latessa was preparing lunch.

"I didn't expect you until later on," said the older woman.

"Massa Jack likes me to come in early," the big black girl replied,
checking to be sure her cap was on straight before walking out of the
kitchen.

I can imagine why, thought Latessa.

Cindy was the only one who came down for lunch.

"I thought I told you to wash this floor!" she said crossly.  "It
looks like it hasn't been touched!"

"I mopped it like you said, ma'am," explained Latessa.

"Well, it may be good enough where you live," Cindy said, exasperated,
"but here we like the floor clean.  You have to scrub it."

"All I found was the mop," replied the new black maid.

"Well, then," she said patronizingly, "you have to look harder then,
don't you?  Why don't you go look downstairs, you dumb nigger.  Do I
have to explain everything to you?"  Cindy turned and walked away.

Latessa could barely contain her anger.  That was the second time that
snotty bitch called her nigger.  One more time and she didn't know
what she'd do.

She ventured down into the basement.  There was a scrub brush on a
shelf in the laundry room.  Again she heard the sounds of sex coming
from the room at the end of the hall.  She couldn't resist taking a
peek.

This time Bertha was on her knees, her head resting on the floor
turned towards the door with her eyes closed.  She still wore her
maid's uniform.  The bottom was thrown up over her back revealing her
big naked black ass.  Jack was on his knees behind her, his pants
down, though otherwise dressed.  He was pumping her as before, with
Bertha grunting with each thrust.

"You like yo' nigga's big black ass, boss?" she asked while he fucked
her.  "You like usin' yo' nigga dis way?"  The muffled slapping sound
of his crotch against her fat ass continued steadily along with the
white man's heavy breathing.  Bertha's eyes opened and she was looking
right at Latessa where she stood in the hall, the half open door
between them.

"Tha's right, Massa, you use yo' nigga how you like to," encouraged
the big colored girl, giving no indication that she saw Latessa.

She hurried back up the stairs and sat in one of the kitchen chairs,
her heart gradually slowing down.  She wondered if Bertha had actually
seen her.  She wondered what had possessed her to look in on them.

How could she be aroused by that, she asked herself.  What about
seeing that nasty white man and his fat black bitch was having such an
effect on her?  And her debasing herself that way.  Calling herself a
nigger for him.  Asking him for his approval while bent over like an
animal.  Asking to be used like some kind of thing!  It was
humiliating and Latessa felt shame for her.  Then she thought of her
reaction to it and felt shame for herself.

She looked at the scrub brush and got up.  Latessa filled the bucket
with soapy water and got down on her hands and knees and began to
scrub the kitchen floor.  The smell of the cleaner filled her nostrils
as she scrubbed.  The sound of approaching heeled footsteps got her
attention.  She saw the white woman's leather pump clad feet right in
front of her face.  The black maid slowly looked up at her.

"This is more like it," said Cindy with satisfaction.  "See, girl,
this isn't so hard.  You just need to apply yourself."

"Yes, ma'am," Latessa mumbled back and returned her attention to her
task as Cindy walked away.  Girl.  She was at least fifteen years that
white bimbo's senior and she had the nerve to call her girl.  The
black woman was half tempted to tell her that her husband was
downstairs banging the other maid.  That would wipe the smug look off
the bitch's face.

Eventually, one thirty rolled around and she was waiting for Tom to
show up to take her home when Bertha walked up to her.

"I saw you, girl," she said.  "What was you doin' snoopin' 'round down
there?"

"I'm sorry, Bertha," Latessa replied sheepishly.  "I went down for the
scrub brush and heard a noise.  I didn't mean to invade your privacy.
I had no idea."  That last part was a lie, she knew, but she was
embarrassed at having been caught, and shamed at being turned on by
it.

"Well, you better mind' yo' own bizness," Bertha told her, hands on
her hips.  "It's gon' be you, soon 'nuf."  The big black girl turned
and walked out.

What?  Oh, no it wouldn't.  How could she even think a thing like
that! thought Latessa.  Letting that white man touch her?  That would
never happen.

Latessa couldn't bear to even discuss the indignities she'd suffered
when Tom finally arrived.  They rode home without speaking just like
the day before.


 * * *


That night after rebuffing Tom's advances again she lay awake in bed.
The image of the big black girl on her knees, presenting her sex to
her white master like an animal in heat, was burned into her brain.
What it must be like, she thought, to just allow yourself to be taken
and used that way.  She drifted off to sleep trying to think of
something else, anything else, but couldn't.


  
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