This is a work of fiction. It shares the main character with my previous story "Maid for trouble", but it can be read independently of it. It portraits social and racial stereotypes as well as intense violence amongst women that may not suit everybody's taste. If you find this offensive, don't read further.
*
One year after divorcing from Mr. Rutherford, Jillian, now Mrs. Van Thordsen, had perfectly adjusted to her new life. The bitter divorce from her former husband left her moderately rich.
From her point of view, the problem wasn't that he seemed to ignore her account of the facts, but he also refused to fire the maid. That black maid, not only refused to obey her, but also gave Jillian the beating of her life, in her own home.
Jillian, who obviously could not continue living in the same house as her tormentor, was left with no other choice than divorce. But, worst of all, she had to settle for far less than what she could have gotten.
The fact her ex husband was in possession of certain pictures of Jillian taken by her maid, certainly played its part on the settlement.
Although the snooty trophy wife remembered well the beating and the humiliation she suffered at the hands of her former maid; she couldn't remember seeing her black maid taking the photos. Those pictures showed her masturbating, licking the black girl pussy, being fingered by her maid and fucked with her own shoe over the dining table.
She moved to another town in order to start again. Moderately rich wasn't rich enough for the cocky lady, so in a few months she was marrying Mr. Van Thordsen, a little bit older, but a far richer gentlemen than her ex-husband. The marriage provided Jillian instant access to her new town high society, but also gave her a 20 years old step daughter, Ms Tiffany Van Thordsen.
After a rough start, the relationship between Jillian and Tiffany rapidly improved to the point they became close friends. The fact that Mr. Van Thordsen spent a lot of time taking care of his business in East Asia helped a lot.
Jillian saw in Tiffany a younger version of her, with a few rough edges to polish. The beautiful college girl was a natural blonde, endowed with a slender body and endless legs. She also had that spoiled brat attitude that Jillian, unlike most people, considered a valuable asset.
In exchange, Tiffany saw Jillian as her mentor. The spoiled young girl admired the way her new step mother instantly became the center of attention everywhere she stepped in. She yearned to learn how Jillian did it, especially with men.
Jillian took Tiffany as her personal project, teaching the young brat how to dress, make up, walk, talk and behave to reach her goals. Since Mr. Van Thordsen was often travelling abroad, they had plenty of time, which they spent mostly shopping and spending ridiculous amounts of money for the best in designer lingerie, clothing, shoes, bags and jewelry.
One Saturday afternoon the ladies decided to indulge in their favorite hobby. As usual, both of them dressed up exquisitely.
Jillian started with a set of strapless bra and panties in shimmering white satin with a delicate white lace ruffle. She followed with an expensive Saint John pink knitted jacket dress with white accents, and real pearls decorating the dress sweetheart cleavage and the jacket neckline.
She hesitated about wearing stockings with a garterbelt, but finally decided for a pair of Wolford sheer silky flawless 10 denier pantyhose. That slightly shimmering hose looked terrific covering her slender legs and peachy ass, but as it tears so easily, she had to take extreme care putting them on. Finally, she slipped her delicate feet into a pair of 5" heel Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps in matching pink with a little white bow on the toes. Her first impression was that 5" heels were too much for a shopping sortie, but it added some naughtiness to an otherwise classy attire. A good twenty minutes makeup session enhanced her beautiful face and a two rounds pearl necklace and earrings finished her look.
Her shoulder length hair was carefully done and after spending a few minutes arrogantly admiring herself at the mirror, she put a backup pantyhose pair in her handbag and was ready to go.
After asking her mother in law what she would wear, Tiffany decided she would also wear a white and pink attire. She started with a pink lace pushup bra and panties set, with sheer beige holdup stockings encasing her endless legs. Finally, a tight fitting pink patterned tweed skirt from Kate Spade paired with an Armani white silk blouse with an enormous bow, enveloped the gorgeous blonde. The lace contour of the bras was clearly noticeable trough the sheer blouse. After a long makeup session, a pair of white patent leather Loboutin pumps with 5" stiletto heel and a couple of expensive bracelets completed her look.
At about 5PM, they joined at the mansion foyer. After a final check in front of the foyer mirrors, they praised each other elegance and beauty and strutted to the car. They boarded Jillian's Mercedes and headed to the Neiman Marcus store at a nearby mall. A few blocks before reaching destination, a light in the dashboard lit on. They simply ignored it until the annoying voice of the onboard computer called their attention to check the tire pressure.
Fortunately, there was a car repair shop across the mall parking lot.
After a quick check, Jillian was informed that one tire should be replaced. The two classy blondes drew the attention of the predominantly male staff as they strutted towards the office. Their designer stilettos clicked on the concrete floor of the shop while their firm asses rhythmically swayed as they walked to the office.
Jillian paid with credit card, and since it would take almost one hour to make the replacement, they decided to spend that time shopping.
"We will be at the mall across the street while you replace the tire."
"No problem Madam, please give me your cell phone number. We will let you know when your car is ready."
Jillian and Tiffany promptly crossed the street towards the Neiman Marcus store. By 6PM, the ladies were browsing handbags when a message reached Jillian's phone.
"Mrs. Van Thordsen, your car is ready. We've charged it your credit card. Please be reminded, that being Saturday, the shop closes 7PM. Please be sure to collect your car before we close."
Jillian read the message, and as they had one full hour left, the spoiled ladies continued their shopping spree, this time at the designer shoe store at Neiman Marcus. Tiffany was the first to try a pair of new 6" inches peep toe Louboutins in black patent. She strutted around with the new shoes, while Jillian praised her sexiness. Eventually, Tiffany took not only a black pair, but also a beige and a white one. Once done with her shoes, Tiffany insisted Jillian to try the same model. Although those shoes looked terrific on a youngster like Tiffany, Jillian thought she would look slutty wearing those shoes. Reluctantly at first, the trophy wife tried a white pair, and as she walked around trying to get accustomed to the height, she couldn't help but feeling like an expensive hooker. Besides making her nice buttocks protrude under the snug fitting dress, those slutty skyscraper heels also seemed to have the strange property of getting her pantyhosed crotch warmer. After a short walk Jillian was able to strut on those "fuck me" heels like she were on a catwalk and now she felt downright horny, so she didn't hesitate about taking them in white and also in red.
It was 7:10 PM at the repair shop, when the manager, eager to leave, called Samiyah. The 18 years old girl had been working at the shop for a couple of months. Besides being a mechanic apprentice, as a rookie she had to perform the tasks that more experienced staff didn't want to, namely cleaning the place after close.
"Samiyah, when you are finished cleaning, you'll have to wait on the client of the Mercedes S600."
Though frustrated, she wasn't in position to complain, since hers was the only income at her home. The 150 lbs black girl had made a great effort to earn her place in a mostly male environment, were physical work was customary. The manager, seeing the annoyance in his employee face, tried to smooth it out.
"The client has been advised we are closing, she should be here anytime soon."
As everybody left the shop, the black girl worked hard to finish her duties as soon as possible. By 7:45 PM she was done with her work, and with nothing else to do, she sat on the Mercedes, tuned her favorite hip-hop station and cranked up the volume. As time passed by, no matter how well the music sounded on the Mercedes, the annoyance was turning into anger.
It was Saturday evening and all she could do was stay at that dammed shop waiting for those stupid white bitches.
Meanwhile, Jillian and Tiffany, still in their shopping spree, were completely unaware of the time they spent at the store. Being done at the shoe store, they bought dresses and lingerie until they finally realized they had to retrieve Jillian's car. They took a few minutes at the restrooms refreshing their makeup and when they finished applying glossy red lipstick, headed to pick the car.
After a while, Samiyah she turned the music off and started walking nervously across the shop. Finally, at 8:45 PM the front bell rang and the pissed off black girl rushed to the door. She took a deep breath before opening the door. She needed to calm down, the last thing Samiyah needed was to be out of job.
