Status Updates From The Maid

Will not finish… this is a no for me

“I couldn’t believe it. Not only was he willing to pay, but he was willing to pay me for my pussy and he didn’t even know if it was trash or not? It was too good to be true.”

She's already justifying spreading her legs for a married man

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“Whatever this is gotta work. I’m addicted. You’re like a shot of heroine.”

Heroin not heroine

“Nothing sinful is supposed to feel this good.”

“Nice white lady in public, ready to weaponize her tears at a moment’s notice. Raging bitch behind closed door?”

"I turned back to the window and watched her make her way over to Robert. I could have sworn I saw him roll his eyes when she motioned for him to follow her to the side of the house. I shook my head. What a frigging cluster fuck of a marriage."

"He looked to be my age in his mid or late twenties. His wife didn’t’ look a day younger than forty. Again, I wondered how he ended up with her. But quickly dismissed the thought. It didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. If I agreed, I’d be fucking him, not writing his memoir."

"He was going for shock value. He wanted me discombobulated and it worked. Internally, I clutched my pearls. Outwardly, I inhaled so sharply I ended up choking. He watched me with a pleased smirk stretched across his handsome face while I fought for composure."

"Shit! How did I let this happen? That was my number two rule. Never be alone with the husbands. Number one was never fuck them. Though rich white men usually married women who looked like barbie dolls, they would fuck women who looked like me. I had learned that to be true many, many times. If I had a dollar for every time I’d been propositioned in four years, I’d be rich."