Tamar P.O.V.
Toni gawked at me, secretly admiring my body like she thought I wasn’t watching her every move. She snapped out of her trance, the desire in her eyes turned to anger. I noticed how quiet Janet was.
Toni: Tamar what the hell is this?!
Tamar: What, you don’t like it? Ms. Jackson doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.
Toni: Oh is that so?
She folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Janet with a look that could kill.
Janet: Baby it’s not like that. She’s a grown woman, I can’t control what she wears.
Toni: She’s a grown woman that works for us. We can control her all we want.
Janet: Toni, please don’t go too far. I feel like you’re on the cusp of saying something you’re going to regret, I know you.
Toni: Well then you should know I’m not going to regret anything I say to this washed up pole junkie.
She invaded my personal space, pushing her chest up against mine aggressively. I simply stood there smirking in her face.
Toni: I know you’re used to dancing half naked in front of married people for money, but this isn’t the strip club baby girl. This is mine and my wife’s house, and you are going to respect it. I won’t hesitate to drag your ass back to the strip club by your hair. You got me?
Tamar: Yeah I got you.
I looked her up and down, rolling my eyes. She thinks this is her house now, but soon this house and her wife will both be all mine. Janet is struggling to resist me and so is she. Toni may hate me, but I know she wants me. As twisted and incestrial as it is, I’ll have to use it as a pawn.
Tamar: Can I start cleaning now? I know how dirty you two can get.
Toni: Yes, you can start with the bathrooms, all 7 of them. But before you touch anything in this house, you need to learn your place. We have a few ground rules for you. Rule number 1, you do whatever the fuck we want you to. No matter what Janet or I command of you, your answer will always be “Yes Ms. Jackson”. Rule number 2, you know your boundaries so please respect them or there will be consequences. Don’t touch anything we don’t tell you to touch, that includes my wife.
Tamar: What makes you so sure I’ll be the one doing the touching?
Toni: Just get to work, and you better be done in time to cook us dinner. And don’t touch anything you can’t afford.
Janet: I’ll show you to the bathrooms on the 2nd floor.
Tamar:*smiles* Yes Ms. Jackson, lead the way.
I allowed her to walk in front of me so I could watch her fat ass jiggle with every step she took. I stopped myself from grabbing it, but it was very tempting. As we walked I looked around the gorgeous house, thinking that in due time it would be mine and I would be making love to Janet everyday and every night all throughout it.
Tamar: Your home is gorgeous. I know I’ve said it before, but it’s just so breathtaking. It must be nice having someone to share it with. I feel like I’ll never have what you and Toni have with each other.
Janet: Awe of course you will Tamar. Don’t tell Toni I said this, but you’re incredibly sexy. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Just give it time. You’ll find the one.
Little does she know, I already have. We reached the 1st bathroom on the 2nd floor. It looked more like a spa than a bathroom.
Tamar: Damn this bathroom is bigger than my closet. I can’t believe Toni wants me to clean 6 more of these and cook dinner.
Janet: If it’s too much for you-
Tamar: Oh no, not at all. I used to work ridiculous hours at the club so I’m used to it.
Janet: I’m sorry about Toni. I think she’s just threatened by you. That’s the only reason I can think of for her behavior. She thinks you want to take what belongs to her, me.
Tamar: She should know that if I wanted you, I would have you.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I chuckled to myself, bending down to grab the cleaning supplies from underneath the sink. I felt the skirt of my French maid costume rising, exposing my thong underneath. I knew she was staring, she couldn’t take her eyes off of me.
Tamar: Is there something wrong Ms. Jackson? Your mouth is nearly on the floor.
Janet: Um no, I’m sorry for staring.
Tamar: It’s ok Ms. Jackson. I like the way you look at me.
Janet:…I’m just gonna go chill with Toni and I’ll come check on you later. You can take a break whenever you need to.
Tamar: Yes Ms. Jackson.
She said nothing, walking away. I know I’ve got them both shook. Everything is working out perfectly. All I have to do now is find myself in their bed, and that shouldn’t be too hard to do.
Janet P.O.V.
Toni and I were layed up on the couch, watching a movie together. It was starting to get late and Tamar was done with cleaning the bathrooms. She was now in the kitchen, cooking salmon and shrimp linguini. I caught myself sneaking a peak at her in her maid costume ever so often when Toni wasn’t looking. I couldn’t stop myself, she looked amazing and I couldn’t help thinking about how she would taste. She’s my guilty pleasure. They say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
Toni: I don’t trust her.
Janet:*sighs* Babe please not this again. Let’s just enjoy the movie. She’s a little flirtatious, but from what I’ve seen so far, she’s good at her job and that’s all that matters. I know you feel threatened by her, but-
Toni: Wait, you think I feel threatened by her? What the fuck are you really saying J?
She moved from her place laying on my chest, now sitting on the opposite end of the couch and staring at me like I had two heads.
Janet: I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I see how possessive you are of me when she’s around.
Toni: So you’re saying I’m jealous of her? I would have no reason to be jealous unless you’re encouraging her obvious advances towards you. Are you? I bet you are. I should’ve known this would happen when you came home from the strip club with her ass last night after she gave you a fucking lap dance!
Janet: You act like I’m fucking her! Why can’t you understand that you’re the only woman I want?! You don’t have to trust her, but you should trust me, your fucking wife of 10 years! You’re beautiful Toni and I tell you that all the time, but your jealousy of Tamar makes you so damn unattractive!
We were going at each other so hard that we didn’t realize Tamar was standing right there.
Tamar: Dinner’s ready.
She span on her heel, sauntering back into the kitchen. Tears were brimming Toni’s eyes. I tried to grab her hand, but she snatched away from me and ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door. I sighed, deciding it was better to let her calm down, and I went to join Tamar in the dining hall. She was in the middle of filling our wine glasses.
Janet: You don’t need to pour a third glass or fix another plate. Toni will not be joining us for dinner at the moment. I’m guessing you heard our fight.
Tamar: I’m so sorry Janet- I mean Ms. Jackson. I feel like this is my fault. I don’t want my job to get in the way of your relationship with my sister. Maybe I should just quit.
Janet: No please, you’re not the problem Tamar. I like having you around and Toni may not show it, but I’m sure she does too.
Tamar: Oh you have no idea.
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that and I wanted to ask her, but I decided against it. I just wanted to enjoy my meal and make up with Toni as soon as I was done. Tamar and I sat in silence, eating. Every once in a while I would catch her peeking over the rim of her wine glass at me.
Tamar: I hope it doesn’t taste too bad. I don’t have much experience cooking.
Janet: I would’ve never known that. This is delicious, almost as good as Toni’s cooking.
Tamar: Speaking of Toni, I hope you two patch things up. I know you would much rather be having dinner with her instead of me.
Janet: Well she is my wife, but I enjoy your company.
As time passed, I began to feel woozy, like the room was spinning. My vision was becoming blurry and I could hardly breathe. I felt myself falling and I felt when I hit the floor. The last thing I saw before my world faded to black was Tamar standing over me naked.
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