Lola gulped nervously when the package arrived at her door. A heavy black case, marked with the dour emblem of the syndicate, had arrived at her door. Of course, if her mission had gone well, she would have been delighted - It would have been a case full of cash. Taking money from her worst enemy was painful, but she had to do it to get in close to him for the kill... And besides, a girl had to support herself somehow. Mr D, her parent's killer, was the boss she'd enlisted under as a thief, purely for the purposes of working her way into his inner circle, and then seeking revenge.
Unfortunately for the Latina bombshell, the men's club that the Syndicate was had never taken her too seriously. They gave her meagre jobs to do, literally pickpocketing at points, wasting her skills. It made her hate Mr D even more. The man had once been a powerful killer himself - In a way, he still was, but he was also a huge, corpulent bully, who spent his time pushing his assets around the world to make money rather than cracking skulls.
Ibex city was turning into a flourishing bimbo playground. Palm Bay. Lots of bikinis and sand/surf/sun, tanlines, tattoos, piercings... Eye candy every whichever way you looked on the main strip and the tourist havens. Not so much outside of it, run down drug addled thots doing their best to get noticed and bought up by the powerful white men who came to town. Old men who couldn't keep their wives' attention, or scrawny teenage boys who couldn't compare with the gravitas of the rich white men who owned this place. All the horrible side of things was ran, in secret, by Mr D.
Lola opened the box... And her stomach dropped when she saw the emblem of the Syndicate marking it. She lifted the lid - And cringed into the ground as the video flared to her life of her stealing. She'd been caught. Involuntarily, she whimpered. "F-Fuck..." The stacked Latina babe, with trembling hands, lifted up the tablet to reveal the outfit underneath.
A note was on top of what had to be the trashiest, lewdest, tiny maid outfit the dumb bitch could ever hate to imagine. Tiny, frilly, white and black, fishnet stockings, high high HIGH heels, micro skirt/belt, middriff showing top and cleavage exposing deep V dipped in. Even with a stupid little hat. "Your services are requested at 1001 Palm Ave, 6:00 PM Sharp, dress code required. Make sure to impress." On a fine embossed letterhead with Mr Mr D at the bottom signed in elegant handwriting.
The threat seemingly obvious, they were aware she'd failed in her mission, and she was to bring herself to the richest neighborhood in town, known for its gentrified white men and mansions.
"Shiiiiiit... Dios Mio..." She clicked her tongue, reading the note. And bit her bottom lip. "..." Lola knew she couldn't NOT see Mr Mr D. She'd done her best! She really honestly had! Hopefully the corpulent crime lord might have mercy on her. Her eyes raked over the outfit, and the latina babe furrowed her brow. "... How bad can it be, right..? It's just... An outfit." Lola cringed again.
Lola had a body of ridiculous proportions. Her thighs were like two overstuffed pillows, that cleaved together so tight her thigh gap was utterly non existent - She had the kind of thighs that you'd literally slip inside of and get lost in, constantly wet with sweat from the continual rubbing of the two enormous trunks of thighmeat - And so when her cunt got wet, which was often, her thighs squelched obscenely. If anyone explored the crease that her thighs made as they met, they'd find the fattest pair of pussylips on a bitch in all of the city.
Her cheekmeat was plumper and fuller than a bitch who'd had two BBLs, and she was all natural - It was a wonder she had gone into anything other than porn acting, really. Thankfully Mr Mr D, Mr D, her arch nemesis, was going
The bootylicious babe slipped out of her spaghetti strap top, and wiggled her THICK caramel cheeks out of the little jeanshorts she was sporting - The loose mesh fishnets slid up her legs, cinching in the tops of her thighs a few inches below her pussy - Giving her thick legs little muffintops of fat over the tight black band that secured them. The miniscule frilly skirt was barely six inches long, and left a nice gap of a few inches between the hem and the stockings - Making sure that when she pulled those cute little panties on, the skirt didn't obscure them even when she was standing up straight, let alone bent over, showing off her WHOLE thigh gap.
Lola slipped her little feet into the ridiculous heels, teetering nervously... Making her stomach quiver. Was she really doing this?? She remembered she didn't have a choice.
The Latina babe tried to look sassy as she walked down the street to preserve some dignity. In her full black and white frenchie maid getup, little gloves, black and white cap, she clicked down the smoothly polished streets - Hips sashaying, keeping that heavy shelf of latina bootymeat clapping and smacking with each step. It was in a gated community, so she had to greet the gate guard. A fat white man with a big gun who waas more than happy to feel her up in a search. Leering and chuckling and drooling over her. She had to walk down the sidewalk and get smirked at by the white mens owned latina pets, bimbos, daughters.. sometimes even their wives, but older MILF types didn't seem to be around much. "Hey, gringo, quit it, y- Hnh~!" Lola's back arched, and she thrust her chest out as the guard's hand SMACKEher up the backside, grabbing a handful of her caramel clapmeat, crushing it between his chubby fingers, and sending her on her way with a smack. The haughty bimba growled at him, and clicked off down the street in a hurry, forced to walk like a nasty slut thanks to her 6 inch black stilettos, making her perk her wobbling dumptruck out.
She approached the address with trepidation... And rang the bell on the gate. As she got up to the mansion she was greeted by a gigantic man who peeked out. Sterotypical hollywood bouncer, big strong shoulders, tight suit, tattoos. Looking her up and down with a curious, inquisitive look.. like he could recognize who she used to be. "Ah.. new maid? Hang on, bitch." He glanced back and yelled into the mansion. "OI! We hire some new help!?" A deep rumbly voice came from the kitchen along with some girlish giggles, clearly latina. "Yeah, shit, after Lola got promoted to the club!"
"... Y-Yes, I'm the new maid..." Lola glared at the bouncer, folding her arms - Pushing up her tits.
