Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III

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“Abhorrent!” Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III stared down her nose as the maid backed quickly out of the lounge. “I remember my Daddy, rest his soul, my Daddy always said ‘Servants in their

proper place.’ Honestly, the hired help walking in during afternoon tea! Why I never…”

Nina pulled the doors to the lounge shut as she backed out; the whiny complaining now muffled. That self-righteous bitch, she thought to herself. Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III, or ‘Candy, because she’s so sweet!’ as her wretched friends called her, was twenty-five and had grown up with money and had married into even more. Everything she did was expensive; everything she wore was expensive; from her head to her toes, she dripped money.

Nina’s family, on the other hand, had come up from Mexico with nothing, before she was born. Her Papa had been working the greens here at Las Palmas Exclusive Golf Resort and Spa for twenty five years. Her Mama had been on the cleaning staff for just as long. Her familia were very proud of their long years of service. Yet, this blue blood snob, who hadn’t worked a day in her life, was acting all superior? Nina shook her head at how life was unfair. They were the same age, Mrs. SuperBitch and herself. Was she jealous, thought Nina, as she headed down the hallway; just another member of Cleaning Services.

Chapter 2

To Nina it seemed like SuperBitch went out of her way to embarrass or scream at her. She had been warned by management many times to keep away from her; they knew full well what was going on. The problem was that SuperBitch’s husband was very rich and a very important member of the exclusive club. Nina had no delusions who would be gone if it ever came down to her or SuperBitch.

Twice more that week, SuperBitch had cornered her and the last time had been particularly abusive, insulting Nina’s background and family. It had taken all of Nina’s will-power to not smash the vase she was carrying over SuperBitch’s head. Thankfully Ian happened by and got Nina out of there.

Ian was the Staff manager and he knew the background behind the apparent enmity between Nina and Mrs. Sinclair. Also, Ian had been chasing Nina since she had started. Nina thought he was a pervert. He had a habit of walking into the female change room trying to catch Nina while she was dressing. His other trick was to stop at least once a day and talk with her while she was cleaning a guest room.

The uniforms that the female staff had to wear were pretty standard. It consisted of a mid-thigh black skirt and a white, three-quarter sleeve blouse with a black frilly panel on the front that gave the illusion of an apron. They weren’t too bad, but they didn’t button all the way up; the buttons stopped and the blouse opened up at the neck. It wasn’t so bad for most of the ladies, but Nina had her Mama’s bosom. That is to say that she had large, DD-cup breasts which provided ample cleavage for the world to see. Of course, it had garnered her special privileges with Ian as the Manager.

This was one of those times; she was sitting in his office and still had her job. “Nina, I thought I told you to stay away from her. I can’t keep covering for you.” Nina smirked and leaned forward a bit to listen to Ian talk. His eyes moved instantly to her cleavage and he seemed to lose his train of thought. “And I’m…um, you should try to..uh stay away.” All pretence gone, he was staring openly at her cleavage; his eyes transfixed.

Like a hypnotist, she leaned back, breaking his trance. He sat back quickly and cleared his throat. “Okay! Um, yes, I will need you to work this weekend Nina; Saturday night. I know I said you could have the Grand Ball off, but too many people have called in; I’m short staffed.” Nina argued, but to no avail; she even tried the SuperBitch excuse. Ian shook his head “No, I’ve already found out she won’t be there. I’ll see you Saturday.” He was purposely avoiding eye contact with her cleavage. Nina sighed and left the office. The rest of the week passed quickly and suddenly it was Saturday.

Chapter 3

Nina had arrived early on Saturday and worked hard at the preparations for the big evening. By six the guest had started arriving in their limousines and fancy cars; the Valet’s going crazy. Nina was just taking another platter of crackers and pate out when Ian grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the kitchen.

“You; stay back here!”, he was all worked up about something.

Nina looked puzzled “What’s wrong?” He had a strong grip on her upper arm.

He sighed “She’s here. Mrs. Sinclair is here.” He was talking to himself now. “She wasn’t supposed to be here; they said she was out of town.”

Ian wanted her to stay hidden in the kitchen for the rest of the evening. Fine; she didn’t care. She got paid all the same. She busied herself with kitchen duties.

For fun, whenever Ian wasn’t around, she would peek out the doors to try and catch a glimpse of SuperBitch. There she was! She had on a strapless, long black gown with her perky boobs, her long blond hair flowing out behind her. She had a glass of wine in one hand and was laughing away without a care in the world. Phony bitch, thought Nina. She poured herself a glass of wine and hid it behind a bin. If she was stuck in the kitchen at least she would enjoy herself.

The evening passed by slowly for Nina, by the time they were done, she had finished most of the bottle of wine. She grabbed her purse and was heading to the door when Ian stopped her. “Nina, thank you for staying in the kitchen tonight, I know you didn’t want to, but it avoided any confrontations with you know who.” He moved in close, peering down her top “So, do you need a ride home? I would be more than happy to…”

He pushed him back a bit “No thank you Ian.” She stepped by him, “I’m fine; I’m taking the bus.” Ian actually looked dejected as she walked away; turned down again. He looked up quickly and called after her, “Oh, Nina, avoid the Simpson Lounge, there are still guests out there having drinks.” Nina was already out the door and gone.

Nina got madder the more she walked. What right did that high class bitch have to dictate where and how she worked? Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the years of humiliation at this woman’s hands, but at the end of the hall she didn’t turn right to the exit and the short walk to the bus stop; she turned left and headed towards the Simpson lounge.

Chapter 4

She could hear them in there; all the local elite with their fast cars and big houses. Then she heard the cackle; SuperBitch’s stupid laugh. She cracked the door a bit and peeked inside.

The Simpson lounge was named for the original owner and was by far the finest room at the club. It was lavishly decorated and furnished with items imported from all over the world. There was a long English Walnut bar along one wall and leather lounge chairs scattered throughout the room. Everything was built around the sparkling fountain in the centre. It was lit with thousands of intricately placed Swarovski Crystals, which created an elegant light show which accented the tinkling of the little waterfall.

There was SuperBitch. She had switched to martinis and looked like she was feeling no pain. In her drunken state she was falling all over the other guests. Of course, the men seemed to be enjoying it immensely; although the ladies didn’t seemed too impressed. Nina snickered at the thought of SuperBitch making a fool out of herself. She watched her a bit more, smiling at the site and was just going to leave, when she felt a hand grasp her upper arm.

“Nina, how are you?” She turned at the voice, it was Barry Jones. Barry was one of the nice guests that always treated her nice. The way he was staring at the cleavage, it was obvious now why he was always so nice. He opened the door and escorted her in “Why don’t you join me for a drink?”

She didn’t know what to do. Barry had obviously been drinking and was determined to get her a drink. They made their way over to the bar where Nina tried to look inconspicuous; now that she was inside, she had lost her nerve. She was going to drink her drink and then get the hell out. They got their drinks and Barry led her over towards the fountain when she heard that familiar cackle.

“Oh. My. Gawd. What are you doing in here?” She turned to look at SuperBitch, who was walking slowly forward step by step, an evil glint in her drunken eyes. “Servants aren’t allowed in this room.” Now Nina was getting pissed again. People had spoken up berating SuperBitch for her comments, but SuperBitch looked around at the others that had formed a semi-circle around the ladies. “No! They’re not staff, they’re servants and they should…no...their…place. These last words had been accented by SuperBitch poking her finger into Nina’s shoulder.

That did it. Nina had had enough! She flicked her hand up, quick as a whip and slapped SuperBitch across the face. “You Phony Bitch!”

That was it! With a gasp, SuperBitch shoved Nina backwards towards the fountain, but Nina caught her wrist and pulled her in with her! They splashed into the fountain. It was only six inches deep, but they both got soaked.

They didn’t even care. They were in the midst of a full out cat-fight! They were rolling back and forth with Nina on top and then SuperBitch on top. SuperBitch howled as Nina grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down. Then it was Nina’s turn to yell as SuperBitch spun her around and she landed forward, half hanging out of the fountain, SuperBitch straddling her back.

Suddenly, she reached down and grasped the bottom of Nina’s shirt and pulled it, standing up. Nina was so shocked, her arms went up and her shirt was pulled right off. SuperBitch staggered out of the fountain, laughing and pointing “Stupid servant slut. There you go, show the elite what you’re hiding under your shirt.”

Nina looked down and couldn’t believe what had happened. Her white lace bra almost transparent now that it was wet and all the guys were staring at her dark areolas showing through the thin fabric. She stood up shakily amidst their chuckles and stares. Her skirt was now bunched up like a belt around her waist. Her panties too, being white and wet were transparent and her dark triangle was very visible. She looked into the eyes SuperBitch and then lauched herself at her.

It was tough to see in the dim light what was happening. The women were screaming at each other and rolling back and forth between the chairs. Barry exclaimed as he looked down, bent over and held up a soaking wet, white lace bra. He squinted into the mayhem, trying to see the treasures he knew were now exposed. Finally, Nina stood up and she was pulling at something.

Barry didn’t know what she was pulling at, but it was sure pissing Mrs. Sinclair off considering how she was wailing. Barry was more distracted by the sight of Nina’s huge tits swinging back and forth as she wrestled something. Suddenly, Nina fell back, but caught herself from falling. She was holding something made of black material. It looked like Mrs. Sinclair’s dress! Barry felt something at his feet again. He bent over and picked up something. He didn’t know what it was. It felt like foam and was shaped like one of his wife’s shoulder pads from her jackets, but bigger. Then the lights turned on.

“What is going on?” Ian was walking over with about ten staff behind him. He stopped short when he saw Nina standing there, her tits hanging out. Then he heard a whimper from the floor.

He looked down curious and then his eyes got big. “Mrs. Sinclair! What happened? Here, let me help you.” He helped her up and she seemed a little unsure on her feet. Everyone was staring. Sure enough, Nina had pulled her dress off. SuperBitch was standing there in black nylons over a black thong; she wasn’t wearing a bra.

That’s not what had everyone’s attention though. There were probably thirty people in the room now and they were all staring at Mrs. Sinclair’s tits or the lack of them. They were lucky to be A-cups; barely buds on her chest. The laughing started in the back and then carried around the room. Mrs. BetterThanYou, who strutted around the club like she owned the place; humiliated people daily; was standing here in front of everybody and was built like a guy! Even Nina was so caught up, laughing at her that she didn’t realize she was standing there topless. Everybody was getting a good laugh.

Mrs. Sinclair just stood there apparently dazed until the flash on Barry’s cell phone went off as he took a picture of her little titties. “Wow! Compared to Nina, you’re..umm….well, where’s your tits?” That snapped her out of it; she turned quickly into Ian’s shoulder, hiding her face and covering her tits.

Ian patted her on the back and told her it was going to be alright. He escorted her out amidst all the laughing members and staff. Nina was so happy! This night could not have turned out better. She got dressed and left, resisting Barry’s pleas to stay. As she walked through the parking lot towards the bus stop she could see Ian’s van on the other side rocking back and forth. At the same time it occurred to her; when Ian had escorted SuperBitch out, he had been holding her ass. Nina’s eyes got big; Ian was finally getting lucky!

She couldn’t wait for Monday, things were going to be a lot different around here now between her and Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III.