Something before you read: my native language is Russian, this story is written by me in Russian and translated by google translate and edited by me. something might be lost in translation, so please don't judge to harsh.
Lisa woke up at 10 am. She stretched out on her bed and turned away from the window, from which the bright sunlight was pouring. "Damn, I didn't draw the curtains yesterday," she thought, "what time did I get back from the club last night? After two in the morning, that's for sure." She looked at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed. "Only 10, it's strange that I got up so early." The doorbell trilled from below. "Who is that?" Lisa thought, slowly getting out of bed and pulling on a pink silk robe. As she walked down the wide stairs, the bell that had woken her rang several more times. Lisa approached the door already very irritated, she abruptly threw the door open and stared at the dark-skinned woman standing on the threshold.
"Well, why do you have to ring like that so early in the morning?" Lisa began without saying hello.
"Good morning, I'm from a cleaning company," the woman answered with an unnatural smile, "my name is Savanah.
Only then did Lisa notice a bucket with some rags and bottles of multi-colored liquids standing at the woman's feet. "Oh, yes, today is Wednesday and the cleaning lady should be here." She looked at the woman more closely, she was a tall black woman with large breasts and wide hips, with a surprisingly narrow waist and hair below her shoulders, currently pulled back into a ponytail.
"Where is Maria?" Lisa asked, having difficulty remembering the name of the Mexican cleaning lady who cleaned her house once a week.
"She's sick and I'm covering for her," Savanah answered with the same artificial smile.
"Okay, come in," Lisa stepped aside, letting the cleaning lady in, "start cleaning downstairs, and I'll be upstairs."
Without saying anything else, she began to climb the steps, "it's right time to take a shower, and then I can have some champagne and a snack," she thought as she walked.
Savanah followed Lisa with a dark look and started cleaning. Cleaning was not her main job, Savanah earned her living through prostitution, let's be honest. No, she didn't work on the streets, but she still slept with men for money. She was a beautiful, exotic and skilled woman in sex and sold herself to rich men who wanted something unusual. Working for a prestigious cleaning company was just a way for her to find people willing to pay Savanah well for the opportunity to use her body. This house was clearly unpromising for her in this sense, there was no one to seduce here. She knew that a lonely, impudent and spoiled bitch lived here, Maria had repeatedly told her about Lisa's rudeness towards her. But she still had to clean well, Savanah did not want to be fired. She dreamed, of course, of meeting a rich sugar daddy who would support her, paying for all her whims, however, the sugar daddy in a white Mercedes still did not appear, and therefore she would have to clean this luxurious house and smile at the spoiled rich bitch. Savannah slowly moved from room to room, the kitchen and living room were already cleaned, the office was next, the sounds of water had been heard from above for quite a long time.
At first, cleaning the office went as usual, Savannah wiped the dust and shifted documents. Having picked up one of the documents near an open safe, Savannah wiped the dust under it and went to clean further, but returned and looked at the document more closely. There was something familiar about it. Savannah wrinkled her forehead, confused, trying to remember why this clearly financial and previously unseen document seemed familiar to her. A few days ago she was cleaning the house of some high-ranking government official, and he, spreading his feathers in front of her, told her that he was investigating some important cases at work, showed her documents that testified to tax evasion, and shoved a similar document under her nose, saying that someone was transferring money to offshore accounts and that because this document fell into his hands, this bad guy would go to jail for a long time. Savanah read the document more carefully. It seemed that she remembered something from the government idiot's stories, it seemed that here, too, someone was transferring money where it was not allowed. And whose signature was there at the end? "ELisabeth Anderson." Savanah raised her head and looked up with a smile, where the sound of water was coming from. Savanah took out her phone and began photographing the pages of the document. This document is not a "daddy" on a white Mercedes, but perhaps it could even be something more...
Lisa got out of the shower. She dried herself with a towel and twirled in front of the mirror. A short, fragile blonde with small breasts and a clean-shaven pubis. Beautiful, slender, young, and even rich. Life is wonderful! Lisa put on panties, a top, and threw on a silk robe. She walked downstairs with a leisurely, lazy gait; she was hungry.
When Lisa went down to the first floor, she heard a familiar sound from the living room: the pop of a bottle of champagne being opened. "What the hell is that!?" Lisa headed for the living room. Entering the room, she saw the cleaning lady comfortably seated in a soft armchair. On the table next to her stood an open bottle of "Crystal" that had been in Lisa's refrigerator just yesterday. Savanah was drinking expensive wine from a narrow glass and brazenly looking at the mistress of the house who had entered.
"What the hell is that?" - Lisa screamed furiously. - "What are you doing? Do you even know how much this bottle costs?"
"No need to scream" - Savanah answered in an absolutely calm tone - "we need to have a very serious talk. Someone behaved very badly..."
"What are you talking about?" - Savanah's calm, confident voice discouraged Lisa.
Savanah took a sip of champagne, put the glass on the table and took from it the document she had found in the office.
"Let's talk about this", - she turned the document to Lisa, - "someone doesn't want to pay taxes, you can be severely punished"
Lisa broke out in a cold sweat, she signed these papers a year ago, and her accountant told her not to tell anyone about it, he said that this way she would get more money. Lisa's parents left her a large fortune, she herself did nothing, the company registered to her dealt with finances or loans, she herself did not know for sure. Sometimes she met with a manager or an accountant when she had to sign something. She simply had a tidy sum of money coming into her bank account every month. Even with her luxurious lifestyle, she could not spend it, the balance in the account was growing larger and larger, and there were also other accounts that she did not touch at all. A year ago, an accountant came to her and said that if he signed this document, there would be more money, but this had some drawbacks. Lisa was in a hurry then, she had to meet a friend in a cafe and she had no time to go into details. More money means better, she decided then and signed. The accountant insisted that she put these papers away and not show them to anyone. Lisa did so, hid them in the safe, but yesterday she was looking for some other paper and had to rummage through the safe from top to bottom, apparently she forgot to lock it. Lisa looked at Savanah in horror.
"Someone does not want to pay taxes", - repeated Savanah, - "and if I tell my friend about this, you will be heavily fined and sent to prison, and I will probably get a reward."
"I can pay", - Lisa caught what she thought was the hand thrown to her, - "how much do you want? Will five thousand be enough?"
"Even the fine will be much more", - grinned Savanah, - "and add the trial, lawyers, prison."
"Okay," Lisa gave in, "fifty thousand!"
"It's better already", - the black woman thought, -" although you know, it's not even about the money. It's about justice. Some people work from morning till night, and you do nothing and even break the law. I think prison is the place for you."
"No, please", - Lisa begged, - "I'll fix everything, I'll pay taxes and I'll pay you. Don't tell anyone about this, I don't want to go to prison."
