Author's Note: This slow burn of a story will have elements and characters similar to older stories of mine. Lots of politically incorrect characters too. This story will involve elements of Daddy Dom and other things from BDSM, roleplaying, mild foot related stuff, and probably some nonconsent. I might have to add other warnings to future chapters. Also, I hope this chapter isn't too long.
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Rows of trailers, or mobile homes, or fabricated houses, whatever one called them, they were arranged near a lake, which was a tourist spot. What had been called "Summer Summer" instead of normal summer was early this year. The sun almost blinded most people and the air could bake you.
In one of the units, four people were cleaning up hours before it was time for the Sunday's batch of guests to check in. Three Lumbee women and one White girl, a young teenager. The White girl was vaguely related to one of the Lumbee's through a relative's marriage. One of the other Lumbees was a curvy woman in small denim shorts, a small T-Shirt, and flip flops. Her toenails were rather long, but she had three kids at home. She was often too tired to care about her toenails.
The unit's front door squeaked open. Then the storm door. And another White girl stepped in, carrying her plastic tray bursting with supplies. She was shorter than the teenager, and even paler. Long blue jeans that dragged on the floor, a long T-Shirt that was big on her, and a pair of slip on black shoes. She had always dressed like that, or that's what all the other cleaners had seen.
She smiled up at everyone. Then she looked at the woman with long toenails and said, "Hi, Suzy! Need any help?"
With a grin, Suzy looked up from the oven she'd been wiping out. "Hey there, Booty! Good to see you! Nancy's in the bathroom that way." She used a jerk of her head to indicate the direction.
"Yes, Ma'am," the pale girl said. "I'll start in the other bathroom."
The work went on. Eventually, Suzy saw that little White girl come out, go into the kitchen, and pick up a broom. It was probably to sweep out the bathroom floor, which made sense since she walked back to the direction of the bathroom she'd been in. Then, the White girl came back, put the broom in its place so anybody who needed it could find it, and said for anyone to hear that she was going to get a vacuum.
Grace, that was the White teenager. She said, "Hi Pearl!" as she was dusting in the living room.
"Hi there!" Pearl waved and smiled. Suzy remembered that she'd always been a gentle, timid sort of person, but she was especially gentle with Grace. Once, Grace had told Suzy that, "Pearl's cool. She won't talk down to nobody."
Suzy was relieved to know Pearl was working with them this year. It was a good sign.
Two houses later, and everyone could see that Grace was getting a bit tired, maybe even overheated. Nancy, a woman with many freckles on her face, especially on her nose, she was the one to tell Grace to sit down on the porch and take a quick break.
Not long after that, it happened.
The owner of the rental properties, an old woman with white hair, she stalked over to Grace and scolded her for a long time. "Don't ever let me catch you sitting down again! You shouldn't let them spoil you! There's always something to do! And you girls have been too slow!"
When Grace was finally set free and back inside the unit, everyone else listened, and they were all upset. Rachel, a tall and thin woman, she was the first one to say, "What the fuck?!"
Suzy ranted about how they were a hell of a lot faster than the other group, a couple of older women. Those women had worked as cleaners in this location for decades. They were the most experienced. And yes, having only two people with you made cleaning a single unit a lot slower, it still didn't make up for how slow they'd been in the past. Last time, those two took six hours to clean a single fucking trailer while Suzy and her group finished six and had started work on a seventh; they had to finish the rest too.
But the owner and her sons wouldn't say anything to the old women, oh no!
Something about that was just too fucking much! So let's bitch at the young women for being slow!!
It was on this day when Pearl surprised everyone. She reached back to take her hair band and run her fingers through her long, dark brown locks. It had some pretty reddish highlights when the light touched it a certain way, but it was overall brown.
Then, Pearl's big blue eyes turned ... as hot as the sun on this Summer Summer. Suzy had never seen it before.
"You took it a lot better than I would've," Pearl said to Grace, her tone growing every bit as furious as her eyes. "What I don't get is why she went after the minor? Why didn't she go after one of us? Like me? A grown ass woman."
That alone had everyone else's eyes bugging out. It was the first time anyone had heard Pearl curse. The Lumbees had always been liberal with fuck, shit, hell, damn, cunt, bitch, and every thing else. But Pearl, while never being judgmental, had apparently been so timid that she didn't dare use those words on the job. Hell, even Grace cursed, but not Pearl.
Suddenly, Grace asked Pearl, "Wait, how old are you?"
Turning sweet again, her tone like a mother's, Pearl said, "Twenty-nine."
A short pause.
All four, the Lumbees and the teenager, they were amazed.
Then Grace said, "Wait, I thought you were my age." She was thirteen.
Rachel folded her long arms and said, "I thought you were my age." She was nineteen.
Suzy and Nancy agreed. They'd assumed Pearl was a younger adult, only recently out of high school.
"Oh ... well," Pearl almost carelessly said as she tied her hair back into her almost signature low ponytail, "how old are you guys?"
They all told her. Suzy and Nancy were in their early twenties.
Pearl was older than all of them.
A little hand on her bosom, Pearl gasped and said with a hint of panic, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I've been called you guys ma'am all this time!"
Nobody was offended about that.
But Suzy realized something. She asked, "Wait, your boyfriend, how long had you been with him?"
Pearl's heart shaped face tensed. A little air was pushed out of her. Quietly, she told Suzy, "Almost five years. I've lived with him that long."
"Shit," Nancy hissed out, shaking her head and looking away.
"He ... he was basically your husband," Suzy said as the reality sunk into her.
Pearl's boyfriend had died. All this time, everyone had thought they'd only been living together a short while, although Pearl would've still had every right to be hurt over it.
But ...
No.
Pearl had lived with her boyfriend for a decently long time. It was a serious thing.
Suzy was now impressed that Pearl was still able to smile.
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Not every church had a steeple. Some churches were rented spaces in a strip mall. This particular church was actually pretty huge. Located in a small city that was around one hundred and sixty years old, maybe more or maybe less, this church was much younger. It was a few decades old. The shape was tall with a gable roof, no steeple, and with large windows, some of them triangular and tucked under that gable roof's angles.
Even though summer was technically gone, and autumn was here, it was still hot. Pearl was glad she wasn't wearing panty hose. Actually, she wore something similar to what she'd wear when working at her summer job. Blue jeans that felt baggy and were always too long for her legs. A simple shirt. Plain, stretchy black shoes from Walmart that you just pushed your feet into. Her hair wasn't even in a fancy style. Loose but clean, falling a bit past her ribs, Pearl noticed her shampoo's sweet aroma whenever she brought a chunk over her shoulder.
In her big purse, there was a small novel, and she planned on reading it when she was in the church. The only reason she was there in the first place was to please her parents. They were walking in front of her, happily chatting. Their voices hushed away once they were inside the building. When they were sitting down, Pearl was already digging into her purse for that novel.
It was then that, on her left, she heard someone talking unusually loudly. Typically, speaking loudly wasn't approved of unless you were behind the podium up ahead, or at least that's how it went at this church. When Pearl looked to the source of the voice, she saw ...
A stereotype.
Clearly White, lightly pudgy, half shaved head with bright red dyed hair, wearing an unflattering pair of plaid slacks and a T-Shirt with text that read, "Feminist: A person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes."
Pearl, a person who was very much a female, painfully cringed.
Well, at least she knew she wasn't the worst dressed person in the church, not that she cared much about how she looked here. She wasn't trying to impress anyone.
The apparent Feminist was standing near a seated, very tanned man who looked big despite his position. Her hands were on her hips and she was scolding him. "You're taking up too much space! Close your legs!"
Pearl wasn't the only one staring at that woman. Plenty were even whispering about the situation. The second-hand embarrassment had Pearl wanting to die ... and yet she also wanted to take out her cell phone and record the nonsense.
Now this big man, he didn't seem to be taking up any more space than required, and there was plenty to spare for any other people. Church pews were very long. His fluffy, tightly curled hair shifted and even bounced a little as he turned his head to look up at the apparent Feminist, and then ...
He very obviously, purposely, spread his legs wider.
That Feminist's nostrils widened and she said, "I can't believe you!"
