Airs and Graces

She first shot her insults to 'those rich bitches' and then she practically asked Hannah if she was that rich bitch who wanted to serve her husband. She was looking at her wondering if Hannah wanted to take that stupid woman's place, with that belittling expression.

"No, of course not. I just learned that!"

"OK then."

"OK."

This was too much for Hannah.

"I have to finish cleaning now, if you let me."

She wasn't talking respectful. Those words didn't sound normal. Either Hannah was too defensive or Petra lost her respect to her. The way she said 'if you let me' wasn't as if she was asking permission or making a joke. It sounded like 'don't interrupt me; I already spent enough time with you' to Hannah.

This was a significant day for Hannah. After that day, she almost lost her superior and distant status in her relations with Petra. Petra acted more relaxed, she made it a habit to open the fridge and enjoy what she liked there, she talked to Hannah as they were friends; the kind of friends who gossiped about others. She wasn't timid when she was talking about Hannah's friends in the building.

Hannah once tried to warn her, to act more professional. But Petra's response made her regret that "Oh, so you're over your curiosity about my bed?"

She lowered her eyes and went to her room, while Petra watched her in that similar condescending posture. She not only made her regret questioning her, she used such moments to increase her impertinence.

Same thing happened when Hannah told her that she didn't like gossiping. After that, Petra increased her insults or demeaning comments about her friends.

There was another problem. Petra never talked about her husband unless Hannah criticized her in some way. And when Petra wanted to put her into her place, she definitely mentioned him. She had to be seeing him as 'their' big weapon against rich women and 'their' threat to rich men.

Her behaviors and words were reminding Hannah about his cock and Petra's descriptions. She didn't like that disturbing feeling and how Petra behaved. But she didn't change the cleaning day, she was itching to have her around.

Petra's existence was bringing those disturbing feelings, she was keeping her on the edge. That also aroused Hannah all the time as well. This was nothing like the best times of her perfectly scheduled sex universe, this was something else.

Petra's story was in Hannah's mind, if she was around her. It was something that made her feel hot like this for the first time in her life. Every part of it was disturbing and arousing. It was interesting that she was feeling horny even when they didn't talk with Petra. If she was in her house, that was also disturbing and affecting her in the same way.

And about that story. Hannah couldn't get over it, not one bit.

How Petra said 'we milked the cow', how she described the way her husband used that woman.

She didn't even bother talking about the woman in that sex act. Hannah only knew she was screaming. And how Petra satisfied herself just listening to her while looking at her husband's face.

Petra didn't even care what that woman was doing at that moment. When she was listening to Petra, she felt like she was that woman. Because Petra made it clear that she was 'one of them' many times.

And Hannah remembered how Petra wondered if Hannah wanted to be Petra's next cow to milk.

She was consumed with thoughts about this humiliation, degradation, the still unknown pleasures of being taken like that, especially the idea of being worthless and pathetic in the eyes of the young cleaning lady. Getting fucked like that, while being ignored by her and her husband, screaming at her feet on all fours.

They were all unheard things for her and it was only natural for them to make her feel like that. She didn't want any of these to happen but she felt like she was being drawn to all of them.

That was why she started to get wet when Petra stepped foot in her house every time.

On the other hand, she didn't even know if the woman in her story revisited their house after that day or if they extorted money from her just by blackmailing her. Hannah unconsciously wished that they at least kept using her like that.

A few weeks later, she realized that the source of all those arousing and never leaving thoughts was mainly a janitor's young, silly wife. Who knew nothing about relationships or men. Hannah was looking at this situation from Petra's uneducated, inexperienced eyes.

She wanted to get rid of those thoughts, so she made a decision.

She was going to communicate more with Diego and see that it wasn't possible for her to have any kind of fantasy about him. She was going to use his repellent self. She didn't even consider that there was a risk, or if her plan could go sideways. She never thought that she could desire him for real; these dirty and wrong fantasies were only hot in the story, in that ignorant girl's story.

The cock that she saw was confusing but it became that hot only after she heard the story.

After making her plan, Hannah noticed he had some sort of routines and additional works for the building. He was working in the garden on Tuesdays, he was washing around the building on Wednesdays and so on.

The first time she saw him on her way was when she was returning home from work. She changed her path to pass by him.

She said "Hi, Diego. How is it going?" trying to be friendly.

He looked at her with indifferent eyes and turned back to his work, without responding.

'That's what I'm talking about, he really is an amoeba' was her first thought but she felt the increasing heat in her groin in a few seconds.

Because, that incident fit all those disturbing triggers. He didn't like or respect her; he didn't even care to answer her. He could even be despising her, due to what Petra talked about his perception of 'rich people'.

He looked dirty and smelly. She did something which she wouldn't do and tried to be friendly with that thing, unsuccessfully. She couldn't help but think that this was a small taste of what that woman had experienced. To be ignored.

The next time, she saw him in the garden when she was parking her car. He was pruning the bushes. She fixed her hair, opened her shirt's top buttons, took her perfume out from her bag and applied it excessively. This time, she was going to try and get his attention, so, she was going to feel the disgust after seeing him checking her out. She wasn't as beautiful as Petra but she had her classy charms. She pulled her skirt a bit up, showing her nylon clad legs more. She was beautiful. She had natural blond hair, greenish eyes and a very attractive face. She was shorter than Petra but she had a beautiful body and had larger breasts than hers.

She walked towards him and said "Nice work, Diego. They look beautiful."

Diego turned to look at her and he liked what he saw. He gave her a once-over and then looked at her face. He didn't respond but he smirked subtly. In a very indecent way. Hannah was shocked to see him return to his work after that smirk.

She walked in the building but her head was spinning. What was that look? What did he think? He probably thought that Hannah was trying to get his attention, which was true. But he probably also thought that she was trying to offer herself to him, to enjoy her for his pleasure. The latter part wasn't true.

But that was the worst part, even if it was true, he didn't care to pursue that thought.

Her plan or method wasn't working, not as she expected.

It had to work, it was logical. He wasn't attractive and even standing near him made her feel dirty. Physically, she had no desire for him. Even what she knew about his cock didn't matter that much.

She wondered if he was looking at that woman's face when he was peeing outside. Deliberately showing his cock to her, enjoying her stare. His attitudes were making her curious and horny but not like the way she felt before.

Besides her all disturbing thoughts, it made her feel sad, thinking that she was losing her mojo. It wasn't possible for her to return empty handed when she wanted to seduce someone. Her flirtatious actions always returned good results, as in being the center of interest. She didn't like that feeling. She wanted to be desired by all men, innocently of course.

Hannah masturbated again that night. How he behaved made her horny again and she thought about that ogre and his cock. It was hot for a period but she started to lose her concentration. It was an interesting moment. She probably was too unfamiliar with such acts, such as fantasizing things; so, she decided to picture herself in that woman's position, the one in Petra's story again, instead of trying to fantasize. She couldn't believe how fast and strong she came. She didn't understand what was different.

On that Saturday, when Petra came, she looked her in the eyes.

"Did you try to flirt with my Diego?"

"What? How can you ask that? How can you talk to me like that?" No one ever talked to Hannah like that before. She knew she did that but not in a way he could understand it. Besides, she didn't flirt, she had other plans. She just said hi or acted friendly to him.

"OK, Hannah. Let's make this clear. I don't accept anyone sneaking around my husband. What I told you was completely different. I don't care about intentions or misunderstandings. You haven't even said 'hi' to him once in your life and out of the blue, you started to talk to him. Right after hearing my story. Right after hearing about his cock and how it felt. Let's not fool each other."

Hannah's cheeks started turning red and she felt her hands sweating. She was right but still, she didn't do anything wrong. Normally, Hannah would make anyone working for her regret talking to her like this. The people whom she worked for? She knew how to swallow heavy words from them.

Her instincts were telling Hannah to humor her.

"Petra. You're right. I started to say hi to him after our conversation because you made me feel bad about how the 'rich people' behaved you. So, since we got friendlier with you, I thought it would be a nice thing to behave better to him."

Petra calmed down when listening to her. Hannah could not understand if she bought that or if she just thought that it was a good argument to reflect.

She said "OK, then. No problem." and walked in.

Hannah stood there watching her go in, facing her new and true self once again. She got scolded by Petra and changed her regular tune to cool her temper, she avoided confrontation. She hated to see herself humbled by her cleaning lady like that. But the crisis appeared to be over.

Just when Hannah was relaxed thinking that this was handled, Petra stopped and said "You know what? You're not the first one I told that story and this is not the first time I had this exact conversation. And it turned out to be a lie. I made an example of that liar. I hope you're not lying."

She wasn't sparing her rude words. Hannah was getting angrier. But at the same time, who was she talking about again? How and whom did she make an example of? She had to hear it. She had to know what bullet she just dodged. Hannah tried to calm her down once again.

"I'm not, Petra; would I do that to you? Will you tell me about that? I mean that incident you mentioned?"

"I thought you didn't like to gossip." Petra had no intention to smooth the conversation towards peace. She wasn't letting the tension go.

"I don't but this is where we live and I prefer to know what's going on around."

They sat down again and Petra started to tell.

"She was a friend of that woman I told you about. She saw her that afternoon and she asked her if she was OK" Petra chuckled "She was walking a bit funny and probably she still couldn't have caught her breath when they came across. And seeing her like that, with tousled hair, missing a slipper, having trouble to walk, she thought that she was attacked by someone or beaten by her husband. She couldn't get an answer and she called me. She was going to call the police. So, I had to tell her."

"With all the details?"

"Nah, I didn't have to. She wasn't as nosy as you were" and looked at Hannah with a cynical smile on her face.

Hannah changed her sitting position with an uncomfortable facial expression. She didn't want to talk about that.

"I told her about his cock and how she begged for it. She didn't ask me the details and she just said 'I can't believe she did that. She deserved it then.'"

Petra went to the fridge and got herself a soda and sat down.

"Later that week, Diego told me that she was coming on to him like a bitch in heat. I had the same conversation with her and she told me same things, like you did. I told Diego to call her home if she did that again."

Hannah was listening to her, trying to ignore her remarks.

Petra didn't let her ignore them "Even Diego's words were alike, when he was telling me about both of these events."

It was very hard for Hannah to swallow that. Petra literally told her that her husband used the words 'bitch in heat' when he was mentioning Hannah. She was practically telling her that she knew what Hannah was after. She inhaled silently.

Hannah was also convincing herself that this could never happen to her. It wouldn't have happened, even if Petra didn't just give a hint on how she would lure her into such a trap.

"I was sitting on my sofa when he guided her in. You had to see her face when our eyes met. She wanted to get out but Diego didn't let her."

"I guess the rest of the story is similar to the previous one, right?" Hannah wasn't sure if she was getting aroused or not this time. This was a situation where she would freak out and she was feeling agitated. And she couldn't help but think that this could be herself.

"Oh, no. The other bitch begged me for weeks to get my permission. She didn't try to approach him without my knowledge" and again there was that stare, observing Hannah's expression.

This was another warning to Hannah, apparently.

"What happened then?"

Petra looked at her raising her eyebrows and said "I don't feel like you were sincere about what you said. I mean working on your behavior towards us. For example, the neighbor upstairs, the lawyer lady, always serves me tea when we chat."

Hannah looked at her and made a face like she despised that woman "I can't say we're alike. She's a completely different type of person. But I get your point. Tea or Coffee?"

"Coffee then."

Hannah didn't feel comfortable doing that.

She used to warn her employees not to take their own coffee in the office, since there were people to do that for them. She always believed that such details protected those important boundaries.

When Hannah served the coffee for both of them, she was impatient to hear the rest.

"What happened after that?"

"She was begging me to forgive her, to let go. I wasn't responding. We were both watching her crawl on the floor asking for our permission."

"Oh, that has to be horrifying for her."

"I don't care." And she stopped talking, sat there enjoying her coffee.

"And?"

"They are too wrong to tell. You know I don't want to talk about my Diego. I have to go into details this time and it's not right."

Hannah wondered if she was doing this on purpose again. She knew she wanted to hear the details and she left her hanging there like that.

"Petra, I guess we're past that point already. Please,..." Hannah suddenly felt like she did something wrong. She remembered how she perceived the word 'please' last time.

This time Petra didn't use those words but her expression, the way she sucked her lips in her mouth, left the words "Since you are pleading" in shadow.

"Anyway, I looked at my Diego and nodded. He lowered his pants and briefs, showing his cock to her. It was hilarious when she saw it. She got silent and stared at it, kneeling in front of him."

Hannah's groin responded to that. She had some ideas about what was coming. This time, a part of her wasn't in fear to empathize her, she wanted to be her.

"She looked at me with begging eyes. When she was staring at me, I shook my head no, looking at Diego. And he put his pants back on. I guess it wasn't easy for him too. He was disappointed that I didn't let her suck on it. She didn't know what to do. She crawled to me, held my knees and started to caress them. She begged me to give him permission."

"Petra, you're too cruel." Hannah's pussy was wet already. And she didn't miss the 'give HIM permission' part. This pretty young girl had tamed that ogre. And how that woman crawled to her. She understood who was the boss too.

"You have no idea. Anyone crossing my boundaries gets what she deserves. I let her beg like that for a period. This one too, tried to kiss my foot. What's wrong with you people? Is that something you do in your daily life?"

"What? Of course not!" This time Hannah didn't object to the 'you people' part.

"I doubt that. I have ideas about it too. You wouldn't see any of my people doing such things. Anyway, I slapped her. I enjoyed to see her still begging while being slapped. I slapped her for minutes until she held my hand. I thought she gave up but then she started begging, kissing my hand. Just like the other one. I guess that makes a statistic, huh?"

Hannah heard that, understood what she was implying but she was nowhere near caring to object. She was still having visions of herself looking at Diego's cock up close.

"But she wasn't begging for Diego's cock anymore."

Hannah heard that too.

And this time she was listening. She felt that something odd and very disturbing was coming. Her arousal increased even more, without knowing the reason. These were unbelievable but all of them were very hot.

"She was begging to do anything I wanted. She kissed my thigh and tried to kiss my crotch!"

"What are you saying? Was she a lesbian? Why was she after your husband then?"

"I don't think she was. I still don't think it was about being a lesbian. She still wanted his cock. She just lost it at that moment. She was getting slapped, and that triggered something perhaps, I don't know. She probably wanted to pamper me. She wasn't caring what she begged for. She was in a different mind, I guess. But that day I understood how your minds worked."

'Lovely, again I'm the one being labeled because of other morons' Hannah thought.

"You have never been truly humiliated in your lives. Not like that. Our daily lives are full of real humiliation for no reason. But you are not immune to that, not like us. It looks like humiliation breaks something and sets free many confusions, feelings in your mind. I guess you like it deep down. That's what I think."

She watched Hannah as she sipped from her coffee, as if trying to guess what Hannah has in her mind.

Hannah was very disturbed about that 'you people' or 'you' pattern but this conversation was making her horny beyond her belief. She had a point. She was humiliating Hannah too and it was making her want to stay in this conversation even more.

"After that day, this story had many resemblances to the other one. She begged me for weeks. Then I started enjoying to make her beg me. When I went to her house, I made her do the cleaning while I watched her. She was crying time to time but I'm sure she got horny as hell doing that."

"Petra, are you serious? You made one of the residents act like that for you? And what about what she wanted? Did you let her do that?"

"Of course I'm serious."

She stared at Hannah, trying to understand why she still looked like she was waiting for her continue. Then she remembered.

"Ah, about what she wanted, I had moments when I considered to let her. But the more I rejected her, the more she became meek. Maybe I shouldn't tell you that but seeing her like that causes my insides tingle." Her expression changed for a short time, as if she felt that tingle when talking about it.