"You need to get a new place. You're both so messy!"
Helen's aunt Tammy was at it again. When she got nervous she was abusive, and would harass Helen and Jane. It was early in the morning and Helen was grateful to be leaving the house soon. She dropped Jane off at school and then went to Paul's place. He had given her a key to the house, so she could go and come. She liked getting in there and working to clean the dust. She had been there for a couple of months now, and there wasn't as much cleaning to do each day. Maybe she was just getting used to it. She had been able to save some money, and it turned out to be the best job she had ever had. Paul gave her a tip every day, and was on time with her salary.
She needed ten thousand pesewas to pay her rent for the year for the new flat. She got five thousand a month from Paul, and she had managed to save seven thousand. She was three thousand away, and would probably need another thousand for furniture. In thirty days she would be able to move. Her own place, her own space. She smiled. The hope of moving was the only thing that kept her sane. That and Paul's dick. They had a routine. He wouldn't speak to her while she worked. She knew where everything was, and she quickly got it all done. Sometimes he would play cold and say goodbye. Some times he would pin her down and fuck her legless. She had no way of knowing what was coming. He was a devil that way. He loved to confuse her. She wore a navy dress that came to her knees. It was comfortable and convenient, but nothing fashionable. This was work after all. She wore no panties just in case.
Paul was in a rage. He had just lost a million dollars on the stock market. He was not happy. His traders had followed his orders, only a day later than they were given. By the time they sold the shares they were almost worthless. He slammed the phone down, and looked out of the window into the cloudy night. Having your own jet was good but when you lost money you wondered if it would be better to just fly commercial. It was never clear some times. Actually it was clear. Being rich was good. He looked through the papers, but felt restless. He looked at the tv and didn't find anything interesting. It was crazy, but he was looking forward to getting home. Maybe Helen would still be cleaning. Maybe he would give her something to do...maybe not. Paul was an oil trader. He had many investments across the world, and he liked having his way. At work and at play.
Paul got home to find Helen finishing up. It had been a long trip, and he needed rest. She was a sight for sore eyes though, and her firm breasts and catlike movements got him thinking about her. He was still in a sour mood, so he made some idle chat and sent her off. In the morning he was in a much better mood. Helen let her self in. He was on the sofa reading a newspaper.
"Helen do you know how to swim?"
"No Sir".
He was always shocked how many local africans didn't know how to swim. He had swum competitively growing up, and he always found the water a great way to meditate.
"If I teach you will you learn?"
"If you teach me Sir." She smiled nervously.
"You don't have to be afraid. Let's go to the pool."
The Island Palace was an old colonial hotel which had been re-purposed after the country gained it's independence. It faced the ocean, and had a fantastic olympic size pool. Paul liked to use it as a personal pool and a call to management got it emptied. It was a rare perk but Paul was an investor in the company that owned the hotel, and he always got what he wanted. As they walked into the pool Helen noticed there was only one female member of staff and no other customers.
"Isn't this place always full?" She was stunned to see it so empty.
"I don't like it full. I had them empty the place."
