"Jake!" my boss Samantha called me from upstairs.
Unbelievable. Samantha had the worst timing.
"What do you want?!" I yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I probably shouldn't have sounded so crabby but I had finally got time to sit down and take a break. Working on a Saturday was bad enough and just she and I were there at the Hollywood mega-mansion staging it for an upcoming "Mega-open house" advertised by the realtor. Sam and I worked for a company called "Staging Los Angeles" and though Samantha had given me the dreary task of sorting books and putting items on shelves, her task involved creating a "sex cave" in one of the many mansion bedrooms. Welcome to Hollywood.
"Get up here!" Samantha yelled back at me. "Now!"
"Can't it wait?!" I asked with a hopeful tone. A few seconds passed and I thought I was in the clear.
"I said, NOW Jake!"
I let out a sigh and proceeded to rise. There was no use trying to salvage this situation. Samantha's annoying tone meant she was unhappy with something. Her hot temper could go from zero to 100 in seconds.
I jogged up the stairs to find Samantha leaning against the door to the first bedroom. We both had arrived at 7:30 a.m. and now it was a little past 10:30 a.m. I'd barely noticed her before because I was working downstairs, but I could see she had on a pair of jeans and an old tee-shirt without a bra.
Samantha Rodriguez could pull off a sexy Latina look if she really wanted to. She had a nice figure and gorgeous black hair but she was one of those people who only see imperfections in themselves. And yes, there were a few. Her face, for example, sported a few blemishes and she could probably stand to lose a few pounds but other than that she looked hot. She was one of those girls who could turn from an ugly duckling to a swan by just wearing makeup, high heels and a little black dress.
As usual, Samantha had tied her long black hair up in a messy bun. I could tell she had just finished looking for something because it appeared as though she'd been working out. Sweat glistened off her olive skin and she breathed a little heavy. It may seem a little weird to say, but my 32 year old supervisor actually has quite a nice body under all her unhappy attitude. Samantha's perky nipples strained the fabric of her t-shirt revealing a taut, tight stomach but her sexiest feature, however, is her ass. It's perfectly proportioned and looks great no matter what she's wearing. Even now I could see it pressed firmly against the frame of her door. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about these things, but I couldn't help it.
"What took you so long Jakey?" she asked, like I was her servant or something.
""This place is over 20,000 sq. ft," I complained, "That's almost half an acre."
"You're such a fucking baby," she said with a certain lack of concern in her voice, "Well I just wanted to let you know that Michelle will be here any minute now to help us out."
"Great," I groaned. "Hopefully she wasn't out drinking like last week."
Michelle was Samantha's girlfriend. That's right, my super-sexy supervisor Samantha was gay and proud of it which meant no matter how much I lusted after her, I'd never have a chance.
"Just let her in, okay?" she pleaded, grabbing my shoulder. "Okay?"
"Why can't you?" I asked.
"Look, just do me a favor and tell her to come upstairs, por fa?"
"Por fa" is short for "Por favor" which means "please" in Spanish and though I loathed the idea of having to greet Michelle, I could never say no to Samantha.
"Por supuesto," I answered which means "of course".
I don't know what it is, maybe it's Samantha's almond brown eyes and long black lashes. Or maybe it's because she's five years older than me. Or maybe it's because I too am Hispanic, tall and she often calls me "guapo" (handsome) or "flaco" (skinny) but I am completely whipped when it comes to her.
"Alright," I said, "I'll come get you when she's here-"
"No!" Samantha suddenly demanded. "Have her come directly upstairs without you. Okay? And remember to start staging the far living room."
*The FAR living room?*
She IS acting a little weird, I decided, because the far living room was on the other side of the massive two-story house. I nodded my head and rushed back downstairs to finish taking more books out of boxes. This was taking forever and the whole time, the thought of Samantha stripping naked slipped in and out of my mind. It was weird, I know, but I couldn't help it. Lesbian or not, Samantha ranked up there as one of the hottest girls I knew.
I barely got started again when I heard the doorbell ring. Michelle, I thought, it's got to be her. Nobody else rings this doorbell five times but this white girl. I reached the front door, swung it open and there stood Michelle. Short and heavyset, she had on jeans with a sleeveless t-shirt and with her colorful full arm-sleeve tattoo and blonde hair cut in a buzz: she looked totally masculine. "Is Sam here? She said she wanted to give me something?"
"Yep," I answered, "She told me to tell you she's upstairs. Just knock. First door on your right."
"Cool, cool beans" she said, Michelle gave me a thumbs up, stumbled and fell down. I rushed over to help her to her feet and as I did, I realized with her pale face, she looked like shit. She smelled like a brewery too.
"Uh, hey. I gotta puke. Is there a bathroom around here?" Michelle grabbed hold of her stomach, "I think I'm coming down with something."
"Yeah, there's at least five bathrooms. Try the door just down the hall to your left," I advised, trying to sound helpful. "There's a bed in that adjoining bedroom too, if you need to rest."
"Thanks" she said. She pulled at my arm and looked up at me. "Hey, Can you tell Samantha I'm not feeling well? I drank rum like a fucking sailor last night."
"Yeah. No problemo."
*Leave me to work while two lesbians get to play,* was all I was thinking.
I jogged up the stairs but before I got halfway up, I could hear the unmistakable sound of barfing coming from the bathroom downstairs.
Disgusting, I thought. I just cleaned that frickin' bathroom. I reached Samantha's door and lightly knocked. "Come in!" her voice called from the other side of the door. I opened it and walked in to find Samantha nude and wearing a blindfold sprawled out on the bed the movers had brought the day before.
Remember, this was supposed to be staged as a "Sex Cave" so the room was semi-dark lit up with red lights. Soft music played. We had staged it yesterday by setting out some whips and leather boots. Plus a huge canopy bed in the room was a mirror hanging high above the bed. We had also attached velvet ropes with handcuffs for both feet and hands, and there were mirrors everywhere.
I stood there stunned, completely paralyzed by fear because I wasn't sure if my sexy Latina supervisor, buck naked, could see me. Yes, she was wearing a blindfold but she had propped up her head with a pillow with another pillow under the small of her back. Yes, she lie there spread full-eagle but what if she could see me?
From my view I could see she had let her long black hair down and had on red lipstick. I sort of wanted to apologize and run out of the room, but I also wanted to take a picture with my cell phone and share it on Insty: then I noticed something. Sam's one hand was still untied. This meant she could easily remove her blindfold and bust me. Knowing her, I'd be in deep shit.
"Michelle?" Samantha called out to the room. "Hurry, close the door. I need you to handcuff me, I can't do it by myself."
