Mrs. Jillian Rutherford was the archetypical trophy wife, at 39 years old she could pass for much less, maybe thanks to the comfortable life style she was used to. Slim figure, beautiful blue eyes and, as she always used to remark, natural blonde. All she had on looks, she lacked on social abilities with those people less fortunate than her.
Jillian was determined to get rid of the new maid, despite the fact that Sharmane was working there for just a week. The 22 years old black woman was hired by her husband against her will. How did he dare to bring such a low class ghetto girl into the house!
What the snooty wife would never admit, was the fact that she felt somehow intimidated by Sharmane, who seemed to stand in silent defiance every time Jillian spoke to her. To make matters worse, her much older husband seemed to be quite happy with their new employee.
That evening, as Jillian's husband wouldn't be back from an important meeting until late, the cocky lady had arranged to attend a charity event. She spent a long time browsing her endless wardrobe. Eventually she settled for an expensive designer white suit together with an exquisite white lingerie set, tan stockings and 4" white stilettos and matching handbag. Once dressed, she took her time to leave her flawless face perfectly made up.
Before leaving, the dolled up high society lady called Sharmane to the living room, just to check if her maid was wearing the apron Jillian had bought for her. To her dismal, the black woman simply ignored her over-demanding boss orders and showed up wearing a skimpy cotton top and blue jeans as she did during the whole week.
"I don't know how things work where you come from, but in our exclusive circle, image is very important. You cannot perform your duties dressed like a ghetto tramp or whatever the place you come from is called. This is the last time I tell you to wear the uniform we provided to you!"
The maid stood still in front of Jillian holding a broom. She took a look at the arrogant blonde, starting from her expensive heels, following with her slender legs in stockings, the designer suit and finally making eye contact with her.
Jillian had that demanding bratty pose with her right hand in her hip.
As Sharmane looked at her straight in the eyes, Jillian instantly felt intimidated by the strong black woman. She felt like having butterflies in her stomach, and after a few seconds she lowered her head trying not to look at those menacing eyes.
Without uttering a word, the maid pushed Jillian chin up with the broomstick tip, making her boss to look at her eyes again.
"Listen me well bitch. I won't take more shit from a stupid weakling like you. I will wear what I want, where I want, and whenever I want. How you dare to insult me? I can beat the crap out of you any time I want."
The spoiled rich wife suddenly realized the black woman meant trouble.
"Ooo...Ok! I didn't mean to insult you... I have to leave... We can have a talk tomorrow if you don't..."
The maid noticed how Jillian's voice tone had softened. She pushed the blonde's chin further up with the broomstick. Jillian tried to put the broomstick aside with her delicate hands but Sharmane stopped her.
"Don't you dare to touch my broom. Put your hands at shoulder height."
Jillian put her hands as commanded. Sharmane continued pushing her chin up and forcing her backwards. The rich lady had to walk backwards on tip toes until she finally reached the wall.
"You need to learn some manners Ma'am."
"Please. This is inappropriate."
The beautiful socialite was leaning against the wall when Sharmane put down the broom and grabbed her delicate neck. Softly caressing at first, but applying increasing strength. Jillian's body was trembling in fear.
"I could break your neck with just one hand, Ma'am..."
"Aaagh! Please let me go!"
Sharmane couldn't believe her dumb boss made no attempt to defend herself. Without releasing the hold in her neck she slid her free hand under the suit jacket. She felt the nipple hardening under the lacy bra as soon as she grabbed the firm round breast. Jillian gasped just before her maid violently twisted her nipple.
"Uuuhhhh! Please stop!"
The maid was discovering a strange pleasure in toying with her contemptuous boss, as the moisture developing in her groin was growing. Aware of the fact she could knock the blonde out in seconds, she released the grip on her neck, just to grab both of Jillian's breasts. She twisted and pressed her breasts. The uppity blonde made no attempt to stop Sharmane, her manicured hands were still at shoulder height when she started sobbing like a little girl.
When Sharmane let go both breasts, Jillian's body slid down against he wall until reaching the floor.
"I am sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to upset you. Let me help you. I forgot you needed to go."
If Jillian had noticed her maid's devilish smile, she wouldn't have been so relieved. Sharmane helped her stunned boss stand up and arrange her clothes.
"Look, no harm done. You are good to go, but please Ma'am, don't tell your husband."
"T-Thanks. I promise I won't tell him."
The only thing Jillian wanted was to get out of the house immediately. She nervously grabbed her handbag and headed to the front door.
"Hold a second Ma'am."
A sinking feeling invaded Jillian. She hurried to the door, but it was difficult to run in those damn heels. She was fifteen feet from the door when Sharmane grabbed her left wrist and stopped her. Now Jillian was facing the black woman again. Sharmane grabbed her pretty face and took a close look at it.
"You are a fucking liar Ma'am. You were telling me all that crap about image and you were about to leave the house without fixing your make up?"
"I can do it in the car. Let me go please."
Sharmane couldn't believe her boss could be so dumb. The stupid trophy wife still tought her ordeal could be over. Without warning the maid drove a hard blow at Jillians's belly.
"Uggggh!"
Her body arched in pain as she tried to breathe when a second blow landed in her belly again. Jillian was about to drop to her knees but Sharmane took a good chunk of her blonde hair, and using it as a sling started to spin the shocked lady around her.
"Aaahhhh! Nooo please!"
Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as Jillian was pulled in a circle around the maid. Jillian was loosing her footing and was thrown across the living room, only to be stopped by a wall. She was trying to regain her foot and the ominous black woman was again facing her. Sharmane drove her knee on Jillian's flat tummy, knocking the air out of the uppity blonde.
"Uuughh! P-please, no..."
The maid grabbed Jillian's tiny wrist and sent her flying again. As this time no wall stopped her, she landed face down on the floor. Still sprawled on the floor, Sharmane stamped her foot on her back.
"You worthless bitch, stand up!"
The blonde weakling made a futile attempt to move, but she was unable to lift her body even by an inch. Sharmane removed the foot from her back and pulling from Jillian's hair, made her stand up.
"No matter how many times, this is fun!"
