Drama On The North Shore Pt 02

This is part Two of a 2-part story within the story. The events of these two days are kinda rough for our characters, and probably won't be to everyone's taste. There is domestic violence and outright violence and characters in dire jeopardy. I'll be sure to summarize the major plot points there, so you're not lost if you skip these two.

Drama on the North Shore

Part 2: Downfall

**Bella**

Bella stormed through the house as she left her father's office. She looked like a crazy person, naked, semen running down her chest and inner thighs (mixed with a bit of blood between her legs), hair ripped from its careful arrangement into a wild tangle, eye makeup running, and lipstick smeared. She was crying, although she didn't notice, and she was walking with a slight limp.

One of the staff (Bella couldn't remember her name), carrying a bundle of towels out toward the pool saw her, eyes opening wide in horror.

"Miss Bella! What happened? Did someone hurt you?" the woman said a shocked voice, rushing toward her.

"What? No...I'm fine...I think..." The look of sympathy and concern on the woman (

Marcela...of course she's been here since I was a little girl, God I've been terrible to her!

) caused all her emotions to come crashing down. She collapsed her to the stone floor and started bawling uncontrollably.

Marcela dropped the towels and shucked off her service coat. She was wearing a sweat-drenched tank underneath, a rail-thin, tall woman with tan skin and dark hair pulled back into a tight bun with pins through it. She wrapped the coat around Bella.

"Esta bien carina...Let's get you to your room." She said, stroking Bella's hair and then lifting her to her feet. Bella wrapped her arms around the woman, letting her face rest against the woman's damp chest and sobbed. She could feel the woman's small breasts in her face, cushioning her as she sobbed into the woman.

Marcela started shuffling Bella to the stairs, leaving the pile of towels on the floor.

She'll get in trouble for leaving a mess behind. Come on Bella, pull yourself together!

"It's ok Marcela. Thank you so much!" She let go of the hug and pulled back, a couple more sobs coming out. "I can get myself there...I don't want to get you in trouble."

Marcela gave Bella a funny look, then shifted to a pretty smile, "You sure? I'll check on you later, ok?"

Bella nodded, turned, and ran up the stairs to her room. She went inside and slammed the door behind her. Inside the bedroom, she collapsed on the bed and fell back into deep wracking sobs. Within minutes, she was asleep, the emotional strain was just too much for her.

Sometime later, she awoke to someone on her bed. In the dark she couldn't see who it was, but she felt a callused hand brushing the hair gently from her face. Bella jumped, but a soothing voice said, "Shhh...it's ok just me."

Marcela was sitting on the bed near her. Bella could hear a sloshing of water, then she felt a warm rag on her face. "Let me clean you up a bit, ok? If you need to talk, I'll listen, if not, just rest. Close your eyes, I need a little light."

Marcela switched on Bella's bedside lam. The light was low and soft, but Bella could see the woman's face haloed in the light of the lamp, a gentle maternal smile. The warm, almost hot cloth had a floral scent to it. Marcela dabbed at her face gently wiping off the crusted makeup, snot, tears, and semen that caked Bella's face.

"You're so pretty, you don't need this much makeup..." she muttered, wiping around the eyes, nose and mouth. Bella closed her eyes and enjoyed the woman's attentions. Each time the cloth went back in the bucket it came back warm and sweet smelling again, lulling her into a relaxed state.

"Thank you, Marcela, I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you." Bella said.

The woman laughed, "Which time?" then, a moment later realized what she'd said, "Oh I'm so sorry Miss!"

Whether it was the relaxing touch, or the kindness, Bella felt nothing from the comment but sadness. "Oh Marcela! Really, I'm so sorry, I've been an awful, spoiled brat...I guess I got what I deserved tonight."

"Nonsense sweetie, whatever happened, nobody deserves that...I...spoke to your father after I saw you. I asked if I should report something. He...told me I should keep quiet, that nothing bad happened to you...is that true?" Marcela asked, gently finishing up on Bella's face.

Bella didn't say anything, she was on the edge of crying again. She laid there in silence for a few minutes as Marcela finished up on her face. "If it was...

violacion...

we should not clean this up until you go to police..." Marcela said, a question in her voice as she rinsed the rag in the warm water.

"No..." Bella said, in a tiny voice, "Whatever it was...I didn't say no. I was just stupid..." she sniffed, tears back again.

Marcela nodded and kissed Bella on the forehead. "You rest, ok, I'll finish cleaning you up."

Bella nodded, looking at the woman's beautiful face. She'd never noticed how pretty the woman was, just another face in the house for the last decade or so. Now this woman was here, off the clock, taking care of her. Where was her father? Her Mother was off on another vacation, probably with that man she thought nobody knew about...Bella felt a surge of gratefulness that she knew she didn't deserve.

She said nothing and just let Marcela go to work. The woman slid back the covers of the bed, exposing her upper body. The warm rag slid gently across her chest and between her breasts, wiping up the dried semen. Bella's skin broke out in goosebumps as the woman's gentle pressure moved over her breasts, wiping around and over the nipples. "It's ok?" Marcela asked?

"Mmm...yes, thank you." Bella said in a soft voice. The rag was rinsed again, and returned to her chest, removing the last vestiges of her father's smelly resin from her chest. Bella's nipples were hard after the warm water and then cold air sent a shock through her body.

Why does this feel so good?

The rag worked down her belly and lower torso, cleaning there. It's passage leaving pebbled, clean skin where she'd been tainted by her father.

Marcela stopped and pulled up the blankets. "You want me to turn on shower, for...down there?" she asked.

"Could you do it...I don't know if I can...the shower..." Bella asked, trying to think of a good reason why she couldn't clean herself up...

"Ok honey. Let me go get some fresh water then." Marcela stood up and made her way to the en-suite. Bella could hear her gently humming as she ran the water and refilled the small pail and rinsed the rag over and over until it was clean.

When Marcella came back in Bella could see the water steaming. The woman set the water down and lifted the blankets from Bella's feet, raising them up to her waist. She gasped quietly when she saw the mess in Bella's middle, blood, semen, there were small bruises on her thighs. "Oh, you poor thing...was this the first time?"

Bella nodded and sobbed. "I saved myself for 18 years, then...this...so stupid."

"It's ok. I'll take care of you. Next time will be better, you are young...it will be ok."

Marcela was so gentle as she wiped between Bella's legs. Bella closed her eyes, it was sore, and the bruises smarted a bit, but Marcela was so gentle. Each swipe cleaned up her thighs until nothing remained, then the focus moved to her more sensitive region.

Bella gasped as the wet rag slid across her vulva and pubic area. There was a sting as the water found a raw spot, but she mostly felt a tingling sensation. The gentle strokes around her outer lips and the crevices where her leg met crotch were giving her very surprising shocks of pleasure. She bit her lip and tried not to let Marcela notice.

"This will be strange for you, I'm sorry...but you need to rinse." Marcela shifted Bella to the edge of the bed, then took a little blue bulb, and filled it with warm water, then inserted it between Bella's labia, injecting warm water into her vagina.

It was a strange feeling, but not in a bad way. She felt the warmth inside of her then..." Now Push it out..." Marcela said, gently. Bella noticed that Marcela held another empty pail between her legs.

Bella was embarrassed as she essentially peed the warm water into the bucket. She was grateful she couldn't see the nasty mess that pushed out of her. Marcela took the bulb, filled it again and repeated the process a few more times. "Good girl..." she praised, as Bella finished with the last round. Marcela then took the rag and rinsed her lips again, very gently working between her slit and around her hood, just barely grazing the Bella's surprisingly engorged clitoris, eliciting a gasp.

"You ok?" asked Marcela, pulling back.

"Yes...it's...ok just sensitive...please keep going...it...doesn't feel bad." Bella replied.

She shuddered as the cloth hit her clitoris again, and Bella felt like she was about to orgasm.

Where is this coming from?

The rag swiped one more time down her vulva and over her clitoris, and Bella came. To her shock, it was intense, and the warmth blossoming inside of her felt amazing. She shuddered and twitched, feeling Marcela press the warm rag into her crotch, pressing firmly into her as she came onto the rag.

As Bella's shudders stopped, Marcela took a final gentle wipe, and she dropped the rag in the bucket. Bella opened her eyes and looked at the woman who had an awkward smile on her face.

"You feel better? Forget this bad day?" Asked Marcela.

"I...I'm so sorry, I don't know why that happened." Bella stammered.

"It's ok, you had a lot of emotions...replace the bad ones with good ones, ok?" Marcela smiled, "You sleep now, ok? "

"Will you stay...till I fall asleep?" Bella asked, shyly.

Marcela said nothing, just kissed Bella chastely on the lips. Then she scooted Bella to the middle of the bed and pulled the covers down over her feet before kicking off her shoes and sliding in the bed next to her and turning off the lamp.

Bella lied on her back and Marcela on her side. The woman put an arm under Bella's head and one across her in a hug. "Now sleep!" she implored gently, stroking the girl's belly in gentle circles.

The gentle touch and light breath across her face lulled Bella into a deep relaxation, likely also facilitated by her recent orgasm and she drifted off to sleep.

**Nikki and Cori**

Nikki pulled The Truck into the service driveway of the huge mansion. Both girls oohed and ahh-ed at the manicured lawns and gardens, and the glistening blue of Lake Michigan in the background.

"So, this is where Bella Pulaski lives huh?" Nikki asked, looking around as she got out of her car.

"Guess so...wow, no wonder she thinks she's better than everyone else!" Cori walked around to the back and lowered the tailgate, pulling out their cleaning supplies and handing them over to Nikki, then reaching back in for the rest of their equipment.

It was 7:00 AM, and as they entered the rear courtyard, a crew was already hard at work on the pool deck, which was in disarray. Towels were strewn across chairs on the deck, and even some in the pool. There were discarded bottles, Cori even spotted a couple of spent condoms.

"Glad we don't have to clean out here! I hope inside is better." Cori observed, then, "Come on, let's get to work, maybe we can get in and out without running into Bella."

"God, I hope so, I might drown that bitch in the pool if she says anything smart to us!" Nikki agreed and the two girls waved at the crew outside and made their way into the rear entrance, where a woman stood waving at them.

"Hi Girls! I'm Carny, I saw your vehicle arrive." The woman chirped, she was a stout middle-aged woman with pale freckled skin, a red orange ponytail and a huge pair of breasts that shot out from her chest like a pair of torpedoes. "You just need to tidy up inside the house, make sure everything looks like it did in the reference pictures, mop the floors, vacuum the rugs, and wipe down all the surfaces. No need to wash any windows unless you see an obvious stain, and the kitchen is cleaned by the household staff, so stay out of there, ok? In the upper level, stay out of the bedrooms, just do the bathrooms and vacuum/sweep. Try not to run the vacuum until after 9:00 ok?"

The girls nodded and took in her instruction, most of it was what they'd already been told. The 9:00 thing meant someone was in the house, which made both girls uneasy, but otherwise they were excited to get to work on their first job!

"Let me know if you have any questions, I'll be in the pool house!" Carny said and walked away.

"Geez, those knockers!" Nikki muttered to Cori, "She must have some kind of scaffolding under that polo to hold those up!"

Cori ribbed Nikki with her elbow and hushed her, "Come on, focus horn-dog! We got a lot of work to do."

The girls split up the work, Cori would start with pickup duty, taking the rolling trash can throughout the lower level and picking up the detritus of last night's part. Nikki would follow behind and wipe the tables, window ledges, and other various surfaces. The work proceeded quickly, the girls chattered, cleaned, and joked with each other as they fell into a rhythm. When they finished with the halls, entryway, and open spaces, they went through a large pair of doors into what looked like a giant office. As the girls got to work in there, Cori heard Nikki's voice,

"Eww...I think this is cum all over the couch!" she moaned.

Cori looked over, there was a sticky residue on the leather couch, also a fancy black bikini and heels on the floor. "Someone had a good time in here I think...looks like there's more mess on the floor too. Ick! Glad you're on wiping duty!" Cori said as she picked up the Bikini. It was tiny, but elegant, she saw the Chanel Logo and gasped, "This is a Chanel! It must be super expensive!"

"And these heels are Michigan avenue fancy too!" Nikki exclaimed. "I'll never fit in that suit, but I want to try on these shoes, I think they'll fit.

Nikki wiped down the couch first, gagging a couple of times, and then sat on it, removing her sneakers and socks so she could try on the "Fuck Me" stilettos. They fit surprisingly well after adjusting the straps to fit her feet which must have been slightly chubbier than the owner's.

"Nikki!" Cori hissed, emptying the waste bin next to the desk. "Quit fucking around! We'll get in trouble!"

"Aww...I'm taking my mandatory break!" Nikki giggled, and got up awkwardly on her feet, "Whoa! These are like stilts!" She wobbled around the office, barely managing not to break an ankle and giggling about how sexy her feet looked when the girls heard a voice from the doorway.

"I'm not sure that's appropriate footwear for a house-cleaner." Said a main, short and fat, with a balding head, wearing a white tennis suit and shoes.

Nikki, who had her back to the door turned and stumbled, nearly falling before the man stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her to steady her. She couldn't help but notice the hands lingered on her ass a little longer than they should have before she pulled away.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, we were just goofing around for a minute!" Nikki exclaimed, backing away from the man who was ogling her openly.

"It's ok sweetheart," the man said, "Keep the shoes. They're my daughter's but she won't miss them and seeing them on your feet just made my day. I've always been a bit of a foot guy...maybe when you're done this morning you can come back in here and I'll give you a little foot massage?"

The man licked his lips, and then seemed to remember what he was doing. "Abel Pulaski. I own the place." He said, smugly. You girls need anything let me know, ok?

"Yes sir!" Nikki said, backing to the couch, where she scrambled to remove the heels.

"Thanks Mr. Pulaski, but we should be saying that to you." Cori interjected." Please let us know if there's anything else we can do to help. It's a pleasure cleaning your beautiful home."

Pulaski's attention shifted to Cori and he ogled her chest, "Wow...those knockers might be as big as that ginger out back." He blurted, then, "Nothing right now...I don't' want to interrupt your work. But if you girls are interested in some fun, track me down when your shift is over."

The girls looked on, a bit stunned as the man turned and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

"Wow...that's her dad...she turned out AMAZING if that's what her role model is!" Cori snarked.

"That creep grabbed my ass!" Nikki frowned. "I think we need to report him...that is not the kind of behavior we should have to tolerate at work!"

"I hear you honey." Cori soothed, "But it's the first day, first client...let's just keep our heads down and finish the job. We can ask not to be reassigned to this house after."

"Ok love, Nikki smiled. "But I swear if he puts a hand on you, he's going to lose it!"

Cori laughed and came over to hug her girlfriend. "Territorial much?"

"Totally and don't you forget it!"

The girls finished up in the office and then split up to do the floors. Nikki would take the office and hallways. Cori would handle the entryway, stairs, and upper halls. They planned to leave the bathrooms for last.

Work proceeded as planned for the next couple of hours. The sheer square footage of the house meant that there was a lot of sweeping, mopping and vacuuming to do. Cori was working in the back of the upper level when she heard shouting in a room behind her near the main staircase. She heard a man's voice, muffled by the door and walls, but sounding like Mr. Pulaski, and a female voice which she was pretty sure she recognized as Arabella's. The two were arguing loudly back and forth. She couldn't make out the words, but it was intense. Cori worked her way slowly back toward the room moving her broom absently, but really just overcome with curiosity. Then suddenly the door opened, and Arabella Pulaski backed out the door, "Fuck you, Daddy! I'm moving out. You can find your own whores next time! You're a horrible person and what you did to me last night..."

The girl's shouting was cut off by Abel Pulaski's fat fist smashing into her face. Bella's head reeled back as Cori looked on in horror, blood was pouring out of her likely broken nose. As Arabella recovered from the blow her eyes met Cori's who was standing dumbly in the hallway. A bizarre shock of recognition, then confusion, "You...what?" before another fist smashed into her face knocking her to the floor.

"That's not how you talk to your father, ungrateful Bitch! After all I've given you!" He reeled back to kick when Cori sprang into action.

She would have done a hockey enforcer proud with the cross-check she delivered on the portly man as she barreled down the hallway. "That's enough!" she yelled.

"Honey, what's going on up there?" she heard Nikki's voice from below.

Cori couldn't believe it, but she was standing over Arabella Pulaski's body, defending her...how many times had she fantasized about being the one delivering the blows, and now she was protecting the bitch?

Pulaski caught himself on the rail, and turned with a venomous stare, "Mind your own business slut!" then advanced back at his daughter.

Cori stood firm, "You won't hit her again!" she said, firmly, "Nikki call the police, this man is beating his daughter." She yelled down the stairs.

"Bitch!" Pulaski snarled and shoved Cori, who was jarred, but ultimately unharmed by the shove, catching him around the arms. "Now calm down!" Cori said, trying to pull him away from Arabella's form on the ground.

Pulaski struggled and surged, and at that moment Cori tripped, between the tangle of her feet with Abel, and Arabella underneath she lost her balance, eyes widening.