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Sex on Her Mind
She stood in front of the LCD with a slack jaw. The broom fell from her hand but she did not pay heed. The torrid kissing scene between the American actors had her undivided attention. The woman sitting behind her felt embarrassment crawl up her skin reminding her of all those uncomfortable childhood memories when her father cursed under his breath and fast forwarded the movies when sex scenes came on.
She waited for the maid to move but the kissing turned into clothes being torn off. She stifled a groan and reached over for the remote. The maid continued to stand and watch as the actors fell on the bed and seemingly naked bodies undulate to soft sex music. Her finger was on the stop button but she let the scene finish. She decided she would be generous and let the scene be the highlight of the maid's day.
The next scene came on and showed the man buying coffee and flowers for the woman sleeping in his apartment while armed men broke in and killed the love of his life. The maid lost interest, picked up the broom and swept the room in a halfhearted manner and the lady of the house went back to watching her movie.
The maid wondered how long it would take her to finish cleaning the house. There were too many rooms and why did this family need two bathrooms? She tried her best to keep her mind away from the images that kept re-running her in mind.
The noises made by the copulating couple lying just a few yards away from her just about every night since she had come to stay with them a month back had turned her into a wanton hussy and she couldn't get her mind off sex. She felt like the village prostitute who was always at it. But she wasn't getting it. Her brother in law had been eying her slim figure. She had seen his eyes resting on her breasts but she loved her elder sister.
This was her sister's second marriage and she already had two kids by him. She did not want to break her home but the urge to lie with him tempted her.
She collected the dust that had piled up in a corner and threw it in the nearby dustbin and stole a look at the rich woman sitting on the sofa. She was dressed like a man. Her cotton shirt was stretched across her breasts and the jeans showed her thighs and buttocks. She knew if she wore such clothes her brother in law would be on her the minute he found her alone but it seemed rich men didn't care what their women wore.
Shots rang out through the home theater speakers and despite the extraordinary drama being played out on the screen the face of the rich lady remained expressionless. The maid went back into the room to sweep the floor. As she swept the Italian marbled floor with a brown rag, squished and squeezed the rag in the bucket full of water the lady sitting on the sofa stared at the young girl who was on all fours sweeping her floors.
She wore a cheap saree but her thin figure looked sultry in the Indian clothes. The cleavage showed through, the lean caved in stomach peeked out and the slightly raised butt as it swept to and fro made her grin and think to herself - no wonder there were so many 'doing the maid' jokes.
The girl had worked for her for over a month. They had never spoken much to each other. A smile here and there and that was about it. Her husband never acknowledged the 'help'. But that's how it was supposed to be. He was the king of his castle and the servants mere phantoms catering to his needs.
Not that she wanted him to acknowledge the young servant either. Competition from the maid? How absurd! She burst out laughing loudly at the thought of her snotty highbrow husband mauling the maid. As it is in bed he talked about white maids not dark skinned maids. He was a typical Indian male.
On hearing her mistress laugh the maid looked up with a smile at her and then at the screen. But there wasn't anything remotely funny. The fair skinned handsome man was punching some one to the ground. She went back to sweeping the floor thinking the rich were weird people.
The lady on the sofa tapped the remote against her knee and felt bored. The maid finished her cleaning. She picked up the bucket and the rich lady gave her the -'thank you' smile that didn't reach her eyes and stared back at the flat screen.