{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"0e79b8bf-724a-42fa-ab1d-10aac4049e98","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-08-30T21:39:57.925Z","title":"Maid For Trouble","slug":"maid-for-trouble","shortId":"rY6omnIK","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A high society trophy wife gets a comeuppance from her new black maid","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"b04ae8d7-38e8-4f9c-8dea-b98482ee44e5","title":null,"summary":"This is a\nwork of fiction. It portraits social and\nracial stereotypes as well as intense violence am","wordCount":2709,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

This is a\nwork of fiction. It portraits social and\nracial stereotypes as well as intense violence amongst women that may not suit\neverybody’s taste. If you find this offensive, don’t read further.

Mrs. Jillian\nRutherford was the archetypical trophy wife, at 39 years old she could pass for\nmuch less, maybe thanks to the comfortable life style she was used to. Slim\nfigure, beautiful blue eyes and, as she always used to remark, natural blonde.\nAll she had on looks, she lacked on social abilities with those people less\nfortunate than her.

Jillian was\ndetermined to get rid of the new maid, despite the fact that Sharmane was\nworking there for just a week. The 22 years old black woman was hired by her\nhusband against her will. How did he dare to bring such a low class ghetto girl\ninto the house!

What the snooty\nwife would never admit, was the fact that she felt somehow intimidated by\nSharmane, who seemed to stand in silent defiance every time Jillian spoke to\nher. To make matters worse, her much older husband seemed to be quite happy\nwith their new employee.

That evening, as\nJillian’s husband wouldn’t be back from an important meeting until late, the cocky\nlady had arranged to attend a charity event. She spent a long time browsing her\nendless wardrobe. Eventually she settled for an expensive designer white suit\ntogether with an exquisite white lingerie set, tan stockings and stiletto heel Louboutin pumps\nand matching handbag. Once dressed, she took her time to leave her flawless\nface perfectly made up.

Before leaving,\nthe dolled up high society lady called Sharmane to the living room, just to\ncheck if her maid was wearing the apron Jillian had bought for her. To her\ndismal, the black woman simply ignored her over-demanding boss orders and\nshowed up wearing a skimpy cotton top and blue jeans as she did during the\nwhole week.

“I don’t know how\nthings work where you come from, but in our exclusive circle, image is very\nimportant. You cannot perform your duties dressed like a ghetto tramp or whatever\nthe place you come from is called. This is the last time I tell you to wear the\nuniform we provided to you!”

The maid stood still in front of Jillian holding a broom. She took a\nlook at the arrogant blonde, starting from her expensive heels, following with her\nslender legs in stockings, the designer suit and finally making eye contact\nwith her.

Jillian had that demanding bratty pose with her right hand in her hip.

As Sharmane looked at her straight in the eyes, Jillian instantly felt\nintimidated by the strong black woman. She felt like having butterflies in her\nstomach, and after a few seconds she lowered her head trying not to look at\nthose menacing eyes.

Without uttering a word, the maid pushed Jillian chin up with the\nbroomstick tip, making her boss to look at her eyes again.

“Listen me well bitch. I won’t take more shit from a stupid weakling\nlike you. I will wear what I want, where I want, and whenever I want. How you\ndare to insult me? I can beat the crap out of you any time I want.”

The spoiled rich wife suddenly realized the black woman meant trouble.

“Ooo…Ok! I didn’t mean to insult you... I have to leave… We can have a\ntalk tomorrow if you don’t…”

The maid noticed how Jillian’s voice tone had softened. She pushed the\nblonde’s chin further up with the broomstick. Jillian tried to put the broomstick\naside with her delicate hands but Sharmane stopped her.

“Don’t you dare to touch my broom. Put your hands at shoulder height.”

Jillian put her hands as commanded. Sharmane continued pushing her chin\nup and forcing her backwards. The rich lady had to walk backwards on tip toes until\nshe finally reached the wall.

“You need to learn some manners Ma’am.”

“Please. This is inappropriate.”

The beautiful socialite was leaning against the wall when Sharmane put\ndown the broom and grabbed her delicate neck. Softly caressing at first, but\napplying increasing strength. Jillian’s body was trembling in fear.

“I could break your neck with just one hand, Ma’am…”

“Aaagh! Please let me go!”

Sharmane couldn’t believe her dumb boss made no attempt to defend\nherself. Without releasing the hold in her neck she slid her free hand under\nthe suit jacket. She felt the nipple hardening under the lacy bra as soon as\nshe grabbed the firm round breast. Jillian gasped just before her maid violently\ntwisted her nipple.

“Uuuhhhh! Please stop!”

The maid was discovering a strange pleasure in toying with her contemptuous\nboss, as the moisture developing in her groin was growing. Aware of the fact\nshe could knock the blonde out in seconds, she released the grip on her neck,\njust to grab both of Jillian’s breasts. She twisted and pressed her breasts. The\nuppity blonde made no attempt to stop Sharmane, her manicured hands were still\nat shoulder height when she started sobbing like a little girl.

When Sharmane let go both breasts, Jillian’s body slid down against he\nwall until reaching the floor.

“I am sorry Ma’am. I didn’t mean to upset you. Let me help you. I forgot\nyou needed to go.”

If Jillian had noticed her maid’s devilish smile, she wouldn’t have been\nso relieved. Sharmane helped her stunned boss stand up and arrange her clothes.

“Look, no harm done. You are good to go, but please Ma’am, don’t tell\nyour husband.”

“T-Thanks. I promise I won’t tell him.”

The only thing Jillian wanted was to get out of the house immediately.\nShe nervously grabbed her handbag and headed to the front door.

“Hold a second Ma’am.”

A sinking feeling invaded Jillian. She hurried to the door, but it was\ndifficult to run in those damn heels. She was fifteen feet from the door when\nSharmane grabbed her left wrist and stopped her. Now Jillian was facing the\nblack woman again. Sharmane grabbed her pretty face and took a close look at\nit.

“You are a fucking liar Ma’am. You were telling me all that crap about\nimage and you were about to leave the house without fixing your make up?”

“I can do it in the car. Let me go please.”

Sharmane couldn’t believe her boss could be so dumb. The stupid trophy\nwife still tought her ordeal could be over. Without warning the maid drove a\nhard blow at Jillians’s belly.

“Uggggh!”

Her body arched in pain as she tried to breathe when a second blow\nlanded in her belly again. Jillian was about to drop to her knees but Sharmane\ntook a good chunk of her blonde hair, and using it as a sling started to spin\nthe shocked lady around her.

“Aaahhhh! Nooo please!”

Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as Jillian was pulled in a circle\naround the maid. Jillian was loosing her footing and was thrown across the\nliving room, only to be stopped by a wall. She was trying to regain her foot\nand the ominous black woman was again facing her. Sharmane drove her knee on Jillian’s\nflat tummy, knocking the air out of the uppity blonde.

“Uuughh! P-please, no…”

The maid grabbed Jillian’s tiny wrist and sent her flying again. As this\ntime no wall stopped her, she landed face down on the floor. Still sprawled on\nthe floor, Sharmane stamped her foot on her back.

“You worthless bitch, stand up!”

The blonde weakling made a futile attempt to move, but she was unable to\nlift her body even by an inch. Sharmane removed the foot from her back and pulling\nfrom Jillian’s hair, made her stand up.

“No matter how many times, this is fun!”

Sharmane laughed at her snooty boss, and again, kneeled her flat belly\nhard. The high society lady flew a couple of times more across the room before\nbeing thrown on the sofa.

Standing in front of her, Sharmane grabbed her by the jacket lapels,\nlifting the lightweight blonde up and ripping the jacket open. Still gasping\nfor air, Jillian could barely stand.

“I am trashing you and you still look like one million dollars Ma’am, but\nnot for long...”

“P-please let me go, I can pay you.”

A brutal slap in her face sent Jillian tumbling to the floor. She was on\nher four trying to stand, when the maid grabbed her blonde hair lifting her up.

“Stupid bitch, you think you can buy everything.”

Standing in front of Jillian again, Sharmane started slapping her snooty\nboss with both hands. Jillian tried to cover her pretty face with her hands.

“Put your fucking hands down on your back or I’ll punch you with my\nfists.”

The blonde beauty put her hands behind her back as ordered. She was\nscared of even looking at Sharmane, who resumed slapping her model face.

Jillian’s face snapped left and right with each smack. When she was\nabout to fall to one side a brutal slap was ready to send her to the other.

“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!”

Jillian was so scared she didn’t even tried to take her hands from her\nback. The blonde also was stumbling backwards in her stilettos until her ass\nreached the edge of the dinning table. Despite she was leaning on the table,\nher slender legs felt like rubber and could barely keep her standing. Dazed by\nthe beating, all traces of arrogance were gone as Jillian started sobbing.

“Poor blondie girl, someone is being mean to her.”

Jillian’s face was reddened and her beautiful blue eyes were glazy. The\nmaid slapped her face a couple of times more, grabbed her breasts and took them\nout of the bra cups, putting them on display.

“Please stop, let me go.”

Sharmane slapped Jillian’s face four more times.

“Shut up bitch!”

Sharmane gently caressed Jillian’s breasts, making her nipples harden like\nrock again.

“You fucking horny slut! You like to be beaten like shit!”

The maid started slapping Jillian’s breasts with both hands. Soft\nhigh-pitched cries were heard every time a slap landed on the breasts. After\ndozens of smacks the breasts have turned red and noticeably swollen.

“Look at those! They are bigger now! You won’t need a boob job, Ma’am.”

“P-please don’t beat me more.”

Sharmane hiked up Jillian’s skirt to her waist. Her boss was wearing\nexpensive lace panties matching the bra, and a garterbelt held her nylons. Sharmane\ngrabbed Jillian’s crotch making her body tremble. The blonde’s bald pussy was already\ngetting wet, when Sharmane took Jillian’s right hand and slid it under the\npanties crotch.

“You can start rubbing slut.”

Jillian hesitated at first, but as Sharmane raised her menacing fist,\nthe blonde promptly started rubbing her crotch. The maid grabbed Jillian’s left\narm and walked her to face the big mirror in the living room.

“Look at yourself slut! Wasn’t image important for people of your class?”

Jillian started sobbing when she saw how things had changed in a few\nminutes. The mirror showed a battered high society lady, with her swollen boobs\non display, her skirt hiked up, and worst of all, rubbing her crotch just\nbecause her black maid forced her to.

“For an old skinny white bitch you have a nice ass Mrs. Rutherford, it’s\na pity it’s too white!”

Despite her age, Jillian still had a beautiful heart shaped rear. It\nlooked even better framed in lingerie and garters. Sharmane took off one of her\nflip-flops and slapped hard Jillian’s buttock.

“Uuuuh. No please!”

“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!”

Sharmane used all the strength she had to beat Jillian’s ass, turning it\nredder and redder with each hit. The once arrogant blonde had slid her hand out\nof her crotch in a desperate attempt to cover her buttocks from the beating.

“I ain’t told you to stop rubbing your crotch Ma’am.”

The maid slid her index finger into Jillian’s pussy making her quiver.\nSoon she had three fingers frantically sliding in out of her wet pussy.

“Oooohh, please don’t, Oooow! Oooow!”

“You dumb bitch! You don’t even know how to masturbate.”

Sharmane took her fingers out of the blonde. Jillian’s body wobbled back\nand forward as Sharmane grabbed her right hand again and slid it in her crotch.

“Now, do it as I did it to you.”

Jillian promptly complied and the Sharmane resumed smacking her ass with\nthe flip-flop.

“SMACK! Ooow! SMACK! Aaahh!”

The image the mirror returned to Jillian couldn’t be more pathetical.\nThe formerly proud blonde socialite was masturbating while still wearing her\ndesigner suit, lingerie and heels, at the same time her black maid was spanking\nher with a flip-flop. Her knees flexed at each hit and the tip of her stilettos\npointed inwards.

“Your ass is turning red. Betcha I can turn it black!”

“SMACK! Ooow, stop please! SMACK! Uuuh, no more please!”

Sharmane relentlessly punished Jillian’s buttocks a dozen times more, until\nher flip-flop broke. The snooty bitch buttocks showed a round dark purple zone,\nsurrounded by reddened skin.

“Stupid bitch! You broke my flip-flop. You’ll pay for this.”

“S-s-sorry I…”

A brutal slap sent Jillian to the floor. She was sprawled on the floor\ncrying and Sharmane, after taking out her jeans, made the snooty blonde lie on\nher back and straddled her. She pinned Jillian’s puny arms at her sides with\nher powerful legs.

“Now you gonna lick me until you pay for my flip-flop.”

“N-Nno please. I’ve never...”

Jillian was horrified at the sight of the black woman’s hairy crotch\nthat was about to land in her face. Sharmane pressed her pussy against Jillian’s\nlips and nose. The blonde arched her body in a desperate attempt to breathe.\nHer sexy stockinged legs shuffled and her stilettos kicked and slid on the\nfloor. Sharmane ignored the muffled cries of her victim, who was having a hard\ntime trying to breathe.

“You better put your tongue to work unless you want me to break your\nbones.”

Hesitantly, Jillian’s tongue made her way trough the curly bush and\nstarted licking.

“Not bad for a first timer Ma’am.”

After a couple of minutes the maid was on the verge of an orgasm. Sharmane\ngrabbed Jillian’s panties crotch, twisting and pulling roughly, giving the\nbeaten lady a painful wedgie. Her legs kicked in the air as the lacy fabric\nseemed to crack her pussy and ass.

“Mmmmphh! Mmphh!”

Sharmane exploded in an orgasm, spreading her pussy juices all over\nJillian’s face. She pulled the panties so hard the lacy fabric gave up, ripping\napart the panties.

“Ooooww!!!!”

Jillian cried so loud that she could be heard even when her mouth was\nstill covered by her maid’s crotch. Breathing heavily, Sharmane stood up and put\nher pants on. She contemplated her humiliated boss spread on the floor panting.\nShe grabbed her by the hair pulling Jillian up on her feet. Jillian body\nstaggered like a rag doll.

“Now is your turn to cum Ma’am, Let me help you.”

“W-What?”

The maid rolled the remnant of Jillian’s panties and shoved them inside\nher mouth. She walked the groggy blonde to the dining table. She made Jillian\nlie on her back over the big table, with her legs spread and her calves\ndangling.

“Mmmmm! Mmmm!”

Muffled moans could be heard as Sharmane shoved two fingers inside\nJillian’s pussy. Sharmane pushed and pulled her fingers, driving her dazed\nvictim closer and closer to climax. The trophy wife’s body was shaking in\npleasure, when Sharmane withdrew her fingers.

“Not so fast Ma’am. There’s something I wanted to do from my first day\nhere.”

The maid removed one the white stiletto pumps from Jillian’s foot and\nshowed it to the gasping blonde.

“These are the ones with the red soles, they look quite expensive.”

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!”

Jillian’s blue eyes were wide open in anticipation. Her cries were\nmuffled by the panties in her mouth as her maid took a closer look of her\ndesigner shoe.

“Lucky you! these are only size seven.”

Sharmane inserted the shoe by the toes into the blonde’s pussy. The maid\ntwisted and pushed the shoe further inside her. Jillian’s body shuddered and\nher stockinged legs kicked in the air.

“Mmmmphh! Mmmmmm! Mmmmphh!”

Sharmane fucked her boss with the shoe until she exploded in an orgasm.\nHer slender body was shaking out of control during a seemingly endless climax.

“Stupid bitch… you were so easy.”

Jillian laid spread over the table panting with the shoe still inside\nher pussy. Sharmane grabbed her hair making her sit on the table, position that\nJillian could barely maintain without help.

“Time to go sleeping Ma’am.”

Sharmane lifted Jillian’s chin with her left hand. The dumb blonde had a\nblank stare and never noticed her maid had clinched her right fist.

“THUDD!”

A devastating blow landed in her left cheekbone and eye. Her eyes rolled\nand lights were out for the formerly proud blonde. When her head hit the table\nshe was already knocked out cold.

“We’ll have that talk tomorrow Ma’am.”

She spent some time admiring her work, and walked to her quarters with a\nsmile of satisfaction. She started packing her stuff when she saw trough the\nwindow Mr. Rutherford’s car arriving.

Mr. Rutherford passed by the dinning room and stopped when he saw his\nbeautiful wife spread unconscious over the table. Although still fully dressed,\nher breasts were exposed, her panties were stuck in her mouth, and besides the\nshoe inserted in her pussy, her face was decorated with a black eye.

Sharmane walked into the room and before Mr. Rutherford could speak she\nannounced:

“Yeah, I know, I’m fired.”

“Fired? Why?”

The maid couldn’t believe Mr. Rutherford reaction.

“Sharmane. Please keep up doing a wonderful job. Tomorrow we will talk\nabout a raise.”

Mr. Rutherford walked to his bedroom thinking, “She had it coming, good\nemployees are really hard to find these days.”

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