She was holding her hands in front of me, I looked at those big hands,
skin cracked and wrinkly, the nails with remains of a vulgar red
nail polish. On impulse I took those hands and hold them on mine,
she squeezed them and dragged me towards her. Soon she was kissing me
passionately in the mouth, I was aroused and excited, God those portuguese
women were coming from another world, so unpredictable and spontaneous,
no bourgeois false modesty there!
She started undressing me and I did the same to her, she removed my dress,
fairly easy for her, I had to undo the buttons of her nylon smock, the
zip of her skirt as we were fondling each other in our similar black
underwear and pantyhose. We did caress and fondle each other the way
only two females can do. I was content and happy and I managed to forget
fairly quickly my false bourgeois modesty as I was embracing the strong
body of Conchita.
CHAPTER 3
"Come Maria, we have work to do!" Conchita pushed me out of bed in
a firm but not unkind manner. "But first I am going to lend you some
clothes. Your new Patronne Monique wants you to look exactly like a
Portuguese cleaning woman and we can't disappoint her, can we?" I had
such a wonderful love session with her that I couldn't refuse anything
and after all the whole situation started to intrigue me both mentally
and erotically.
Soon I was sitting in a kitchen chair with a not that clean tea towel over
my shoulders and Conchita was working on my hair like a very competent
hairdresser. I was dressed like her twin sister! Black voluminous coton
knickers, or panties if you prefer, and a matching bra, an old full
slip that has seen better days, an equally old black rayon skirt and
thick black stockings that I had to hold with elastic garters just above
the knee.. On top I was wearing an old but clean nylon smock or overall
(une blouse nylon) that had a pattern of dark red flowers over a light
blue background. The smock buttoned in front, had long sleeves and was
coming an inch or two above my skirt hem. Finally a pair of cheap plastic
sandals were adorning my feet. What a sight!
She cut my straight long blond hair and layered it in a different
manner, then dyed it in a dark brown colour and treated it with a special
liquid. Expertly and quickly she put rollers of various sizes. Finally she
covered them with a scarf in order to let it dry and set. Obviously I was
having a sort of homemade perm! She made a point of placing the scarf in
my head in a special manner 'style a la Portuguaise' as she said. I was
witnessing for the last few hours a shocking transformation. Only this
morning I was a blond elegantly dressed bourgeoise and now a few hours
later, a peasantly looking woman dressed in the clothes of a shabby
looking 'femme de menage' was standing in front of the hallway mirror
in Conchita's minuscule apartment. Peculiarly enough I was contented in
my present position.
"Before work we have to eat something, you must be starving and I am too"
said Conchita with feeling. And she continued : "Go and do the dishes
and then set the table. I'll finish the cooking. Here, put this apron
on". She picked from a hook an old and dirty looking apron and threw it
to me. It was a faded blue full apron in a stripy coton material that
also has seen better days. Without protest I tied it around my waist and
then I adjusted the bib straps that crossed in the back and buttoned in
the apron strings. The picture of the cleaning woman was now complete.
I asked for a pair of rubber gloves to protect my hands but she refused
them in a rather crossed manner. "Monique thinks that your hands are too
soft and need a bit of housework training. In fact she said to me not
to give you any glove protection for later when you will be cleaning the
public stairs of this building. I am afraid in your new station in life
soft bourgeois hands are not acceptable, 'allez au boulot Maria" the last
sentence meaning something of the type 'come on we haven't all day Maria!'
(8 - a suivre)
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