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Who's the Maid Now - Part 2 Belladonna The doors of the service elevator opened to the floor of the new home of Victoria's mistress. Victoria stepped out onto the marble flooring and gave its shine a smile as her chunky, low-heeled shoes clapped across it. It was in stark contrast to the clicks on the marble flooring that she had been accustomed to hearing when she accompanied her mother around similar buildings. The movers quickly passed by her to enter the service elevator themselves, paying her presence little mind. Victoria smiled at her anonymous state. Rather than being the one they were there to please, the movers simply ignored her as just another servant of their client. She walked through the open door to Julia's condominium. Her eyes widened at the well-adorned modern condominium that it was in stark contrast to the stately country estate where she had spent most of her life. "There you are," Julia bellowed while she saw Victoria staring around the large room. Victoria's head snapped towards Julia's stern glare. She froze as she awaited her mistress's instructions. "Where you have been?" "I'm sorry, Lady Julia. I had to take..." "I know that. What took you so long?" Julia snapped, not waiting to hear her former mistress's reply. "I didn't want to get in the way...," Victoria began to reply in a meek tone before trailing off. "You're not in the way. You're working! I need you to put away all my clothing. I will not stand to having any of those movers touch my intimate things. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied while she felt a wetness returning between her legs before Julia guided her to the master bedroom. Victoria gazed around at the massive room before she stopped before the boxes of clothing that had already been dropped in front of the closet. Each item had been hand packed by her for the move. Some of the clothing was new, while other garments had been taken from her and some had come from her mother's wardrobe. Julia's loss of weight had allowed for her trim figure to fit the late women's dresses that had been shortened for her. Alterations had never even crossed Victoria's mind when it came to her mother's ostentatious belongings. She knew what her mother would have thought about her at that moment while she hung up the dresses and gowns that had skipped her to make their way onto Julia's lithe and curvaceous body. Her mother would be chiding her at her at that moment. She would be telling her to put an end to her game that instant. Even her father likely would have as well. Their imagined disapproval, however, was only making the game more alluring to Victoria. She continued to hang up Julia's luxurious belongings before she put away her silk, lace and satin undergarments in the ornate center island that had been constructed in the dressing room. In their new setting in Julia's dressing room, Victoria felt that they were Julia's alone. Nothing else about the room had a Lightfoot woman's touch to it. She never would have been satisfied with having white walls, but that was no longer a decision that was hers to make. Once the last item was carefully stashed away, Victoria went to the room that she had noticed her belongings being moved into that morning. She walked through the condominium that the movers were still busy scurrying around with various items under Julia's dominion. Victoria felt that the girl was striking an imperious pose as she ordered the movers about. Julia could not help but smile as the men did whatever she commanded of them. It was something that she had never experienced in her life. She had always bent to the will of men, now, she was making them do whatever she wanted by making them move things by fractions of inches. Victoria relished the thought of what the movers had to be thinking about her mistress but could not dare say in Julia's presence. Victoria did not want to receive more criticism from Victoria, so she stopped watching her after only a few seconds. She walked into her room, which was located off the kitchen. As entered the small room, she stared around the room before her eyes fixated on the one window. The bedroom contained only a single bed, a dresser, an end table, a closet and a small, attached bathroom. The furniture was clearly second hand and inexpensive even when it was new. The bed was covered by a cheap comforter with a garish, bright floral design. Her eyes drifted from the bed to the boxes containing her meager belongings. Just as with Victoria's room, the boxes had been placed before the closet doors. Before she even drew the closet door opened, however, she knew that that was where the similarities ceased. She drew the closet open, opened the first box and began to unpack her wardrobe. The first box contained her maid's dresses. The polyester dresses were in a variety colors, the only real variety her daily clothing choices offered. The styles were all the same with the white around the collars, cuffs and hem on the pink, black, blue and green dresses that were paired with white, black or gray aprons. The next box contained the secondhand outfits she had inherited from Julia for her private moments. They were as stylish as the girl could afford, which was several years behind the times. Although she felt that the dresses did not qualify as hideous, they were the kind of thing that a stylish girl would turn her nose at sporting. Victoria put her shoes away in the closet last. Each of the shoes was all black and austere in design. Some of them had low heels, while others were flats and the remaining footwear was white canvas sneakers. Once she put the shoes away, Victoria closed the doors to the closet and started towards the dresser. She reached into the box and removed the cotton undergarments, sleepwear and thick hosiery that had been passed down to her by Julia when they exchanged their places in the social order. Shortly after she packed away her last item, Victoria exited her room to glimpse Julia seeing the movers out of the condominium. As she closed the door behind them, Julia turned and caught sight of Victoria. "Maid." "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied while she moved towards her mistress with cupped hands. "I'm going out for lunch. You can eat while I'm gone and, then, I want you to start cleaning this place. I want all the filth from those filthy Neanderthals gone by the days end. Am I clear?" "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria responded to her mistress's orders. "Good. Now, come with me." Victoria nodded dutifully while she followed Julia into the kitchen. Julia opened the refrigerator and pointed her towards the foods that had been set aside for Victoria's consumption. There was a far smaller selection there than what was set aside for Julia. The same was true of the foods in the pantry and freezer. Once she finished showing her the food, Victoria was shown where the cleaning supplies were to be kept. Shortly thereafter, Julia headed out the door, leaving Victoria to her labors. With her mistress departed, Victoria made a quick sandwich for herself and had a cup of tea with it before she began to clean the condominium. She scurried from room to room with the mop as she wiped away the dirt that the movers had tracked into the condominium during the move. Her back ached the longer she was hunched over. She tried to give her back a break by pausing to dust the moved furniture before proceeding onto cleaning the floors of the next room. She had nearly cleaned every room in the condominium by the time that Julia returned. Julia inspected Victoria work, while her maid cleaned a bathroom. Julia shook her head at the streaks on some of the floors. She was not about to let the evidence of Victoria's haste and lack of attention go without rebuke. She moved behind Victoria and shouted, "GIRL, WHAT DID YOU USE TO CLEAN THE FLOOR IN THE KITCHEN?" "Cleaner..." "I SEE STREAKS ALL OVER THE FLOOR IN THERE. HOW COULD YOU LEAVE THAT THERE FOR ME TO FIND?" "I'm sorry," Victoria replied as she continued to hold a brush in the toilet bowl she was kneeling before. "YOU CAN'T BE THAT CARELESS. I EXPECT MORE FROM MY HELP."' "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied. Victoria's face went flush as she cowered next to her mistress's toilet, internalizing her criticism about her sub par work. "When you're done cleaning this room, RIGHT, go back and clean the floors RIGHT!" "Yes, Lady Julia. I'm sorry," Victoria replied in the face of her mistress's demands before Julia stormed away from her. Victoria broke into a nervous sweat as she went to back to scrubbing. Once she finished cleaning the main bathroom, Victoria scurried into the living to begin cleaning anew the floor she thought she had already finished. Julia shook her head while she watched Victoria's duplication of her labors, her arms seemingly growing slower with each progressive movement. As the soreness overtook her, Victoria knew that she could not make the mistake of moving too quickly from room to room again. As the evening came, Julia interrupted Victoria's laborers. Victoria's eyes widened as she saw her mistress dressed in one of her mother's elegant evening gowns. Victoria struggled to believe how glamorous Julia appeared in the sleeveless, light pink, satin slip gown. She remembered the looks her mother got in the surplice front gown with a slit that ran from the floor length hemline to her upper thigh. She had always wished that she could wear it as well, but she knew that she would look ridiculous in it. The gown was not for girls like her, but it was for those like Julia. Julia noticed her former mistress's admiring gaze and gave her an inquisitive look. Victoria hurried to give her mistress a curtsy that made Julia laugh. "Keep that up," Julia said, enjoying the sight of her ex-mistress giving her a curtsy, something that never would have crossed her mind to give to her when their positions had been reversed. Victoria nodded with blushing cheeks before she asked, "Where are you going?" "It's none of your concern, but if you must ask, I'm going to the Van Hamel Charity dinner." Victoria nodded, knowing the name well. Her mother had frequently donated to the charity in order to be invited to its events. It had been Victoria's idea for "Julia" to start donating as well. It involved little more than some fund transfers to make it appear that Julia was the legitimate donor and conceal the familiar surname of the money's true source. Victoria watched while her mistress glided out the condominium unit's door. She kept her hands cupped in front of her and head slightly bowed until Julia closed the door behind her, leaving her maid with her thoughts. As Victoria stood alone in the condominium, she paused to look around it. She had been working all day; every joint ached with her labors largely finished until the next morning. She toured her mistress's new place and strolled towards the floor to ceiling windows that lined the exterior walls of the non-bedrooms and bathrooms. Her eyes widened as she gazed around the panoramic view of the city that she was paying for her pretend mistress to enjoy. As that thought crossed her mind, she shook her head as she affirmed to herself, "No! Lady Julia is my mistress." Repeating that mantra in her head that she was reinforced by the aches of her position she sensed, she stared down at the neighboring park. Her eyes then rose to inspect the skyline of towers beyond it. This was the kind of place that her mother had been prone to purchasing after father's death. She never liked to stay in one place for long. The newness wore off and she moved onto another shinny abode to impress her friends with. It was only their country home that was kept in their constant rotation. If Victoria had her way, she would never have been forced to leave it to begin her nomadic city life at the start of every school year. Victoria wondered if she ever could enjoy the city the way that Julia seemed to. She felt that the girl was not burdened by baring her rootless scars. She moved about private schools, depending on which were closer to their temporal home so that her mother could make a periodic visit to demonstrate to the other mothers that she was not an absentee parent. Still, that never stopped the backbiting Victoria heard about her mother. Her reputation was well established by the time that Victoria started hearing about it from her peers. The teasing she took about her mother's loose behaviors made the school year nearly intolerable. Her girlhood friends abandoned her to join in the mockery. Meanwhile, boys flocked to her, hoping that she was just a younger, less attractive version of her mother. When she rebuffed them, it only led to further ostracizing for her standoffish behavior. The summers in the country, however, had always given her a sense of relief. She felt at home amidst the year-round residents and the children of the rich throughout the world. There, she was distant enough from her city peers to be able to form friendships. Those friendships, however, turned cancerous once her mother passed and the family's money became hers. She shook her head at the thoughts of how her former friends came to grovel for cash. Not being able to bear her thoughts anymore, Victoria turned away from the windows and began to think about her problems as those of someone else. They were certainly not the problem of a poor maid. She smiled at the thought that a maid was all anyone looking through the windows would see if they looked upon her. Victoria started out of the living room and towards the halls. She stepped into the kitchen and ran her fingers along the edges of the marble countertops. She knew that she would be spending lots of time familiarizing herself with the room while she began to make herself a light dinner. The backlit backsplash cast an attractive light on the pre-approved food she had put upon the countertop. She did not linger long on the food. She was expected not to spend much time on herself and did not want to behave otherwise, even without her mistress's presence, for fear of falling into bad habits. After quickly eating, Victoria cleaned her plate and put it in the dishwasher. Once she closed the door to the machine, she cleaned the countertop and restarted her tour of the home. She bypassed her own room, knowing that there was nothing more to see. She went through the guest rooms and guest bathrooms and took a mental inventory. Even the smallest guest bathroom made hers look cramped and utilitarian. The idea of being restricted to using the worst bathroom she had ever paid for her in life made a shiver run up her spine. She put her head down as she approached her mistress's corner suite. She knew that there was little reason to enter it again. She figured that Julia might even be unhappy with her for entering it for any purpose besides cleaning. Her head dipped even lower as she entered the room, feeling like a trespasser. The room was as immaculate as she left it, but she had not entered the bathroom yet. It was the only room that was left for her to clean and setup. As she took to cleaning it, Victoria felt that the heated limestone slab floors and baseboard gave the room and elegant, if almost ostentatious touch. The cleaning went quickly and she noticed that her mistress had already taken it upon herself to setup her toiletries. Victoria cursed herself for her stupidity in not anticipating that Julia would need it setup far sooner than the other rooms she had spent her day toiling in. She kept her calloused fingers away from Julia's toiletries, wanting to avoid her mistress's potential wrath about touching her most intimate things without her express permission. After she finished cleaning the bathroom, Victoria walked out of the master bedroom and headed back to her quarters for the evening. She closed the door behind her and began to disrobe. The air on her body felt good while she removed the polyester dress. She folded her soiled uniform before she sat on the edge of her bed to remove her damp pantyhose. As she rolled them down her legs, she stared around her quarters. The maid's quarters appeared to be in conflict with the rest of the unit, but she was certain that was the point. It let the help know that their role was limited in the home. The only other room on par with it was the laundry room that was also off the kitchen. She nodded to herself that it was an appropriate place for a girl like Maria before she went into the bathroom. Once she finished washing herself, Victoria turned in for the night. In the days that followed, Victoria grew accustomed to her new routine. It largely mirrored the routines she had fallen into at her home when she began to work as the maid. She continued to work on her speaking habits, while she watched her mistress's ongoing training in how to speak appropriately for her position before she left for private workouts at the building's residents' only gym. She was happy that Julia seemed to be striving evermore to fit the role, while Victoria became accustomed with being the help. Victoria spent her days tidying the condominium. Unlike her country mansion, she no longer had to break up the task of cleaning the place. The condominium was far more limited in area and was an easier task. While she no longer had to spend as much time cleaning, Victoria found herself put to work by Julia in other ways. With the change of her appearance and the physical distance from those she associated with, Victoria was able to take to grocery shopping for herself and her Mistress. At first, it was an odd thrill for Victoria. She had never been responsible for shopping in such places. She was certain the city offerings were smaller than the one's she passed by at home, but it was a new experience for her to walk through a store that was not selling designer goods. Despite the grocer's limited offerings, Victoria was surprised by the selection at her fingertips. She glanced down at the list of foods that Julia had jotted down for her to pick up and set about searching for each item. She meandered around the store carrying the basket she had picked up near the front door of the establishment. She tried not to smile while rushing people whisked past her to pick up their own items. She sensed that they had no patience for being stuck behind a sauntering, uniformed maid. Once she finished collecting every item, she headed for the cashier. She waited on the line as the basket began to feel heavier while she held it up. She put it down on the floor for a moment, while the two cashiers rang up the purchases of other patrons. She made it closer towards the cashiers with incremental steps. She smiled as one cashier called her forward, "Next customer." Victoria felt oddly nameless to be referred to in such a way. During all her other shopping ventures, the staff had been catering to her. Now, she felt that she was just another consumer. The cashier did not offer her a smile. The drained looking man merely rang up her items before he told her the amount as he put the last item in a bag for her. Victoria reached into her pocketbook and retrieved her credit card. Her eyes widened as she saw her real name on the card. She feared that it would somehow expose her. The man, however, had no interest in the name. Once the receipt printed, he told her in a monotone, "Sign here." Victoria nodded before she signed her real name, feeling that she was somehow disobeying her mistress by not signing it 'Maria.' With that, the cashier called the next patron forward. Victoria put away her card and collected her bags. She struggled to juggle the bags until she pinned them to her chest and pressed them together with her hands beneath each bag. With each passing block the bags grew heavier in her increasingly wary arms. She cringed as the bags strained her muscles while she made her way back to her home. Victoria pushed her way inside the servant's entrance of the building before she started towards the elevator and pressed the button on the wall. Once the doors opened, she struggled with the bags to press the button for her floor. As the number clicked off, Victoria sensed that the trip up the building was taking longer than ever. Her arms were starting to shake from the weight of the bags by the time the door opened. She rushed as fast as she could in her flats towards the door to her mistress's condominium. She set the bags down to fetch her key from her purse. As she did so, she felt instant relief and began to rub her arms before she forced the key into the lock. Once the door was opened, Victoria pulled in one bag in at a time before she saw Julia glaring at her as she locked the door behind her. Victoria gave her a careful glance as she waited for whatever criticism would come. "What are you doing?" "I was shopping..." "Why was my food on the ground?" "It's in a bag...," Victoria began to defend herself in a low voice. "My food shouldn't touch the floor," Julia criticized. "I couldn't get it through the door." Julia shook her head as she said, "I'll purchase you a trolley." Victoria had no idea what her mistress meant. Julia did not bother to explain before she walked away to let Victoria place away the food in the kitchen. By the time of her next trip to the grocery, Julia had made good on her promise. The foldable trolley cart struck Victoria as a personal shopping cart. She was happy to have it, however, and found that it made her increasingly mundane shopping trips to the grocery store easier. In addition to her shopping trips for Julia, Victoria found herself catering to Julia's more immediate needs more often. The bell Julia had purchased allowed her to summon Julia from anywhere in the home. Unlike Victoria's country home, Julia knew that there was no chance that Victoria could not hear the ringing bell as she worked around the condominium. The ringing bell became a frequent sound within the condominium's walls. Victoria knew that the sound meant that she had to drop everything and follow the sound to her mistress. Julia stretched out when she first rang the bell. She enjoyed seeing her former mistress rush to her with a bowed head. Victoria came to a stop and stood dutifully still as she awaited her order to refill Julia's water glass. No matter how minor the request, Julia made sure that she never raised a finger for herself. It was too much of a joy to watch Victoria scurrying about to do it for her. Victoria loved how it made her feel to fetch her Mistress's water, tea, coffee, fix her a snack, get her food and hand her a tissue. Her nose turned at the first used tissue she was handed back, but as she discarded it, she felt a tingle running through her nether regions. She smiled at how lowly being her mistress's snot courier made her feel. The more Julia forced upon her former mistress, the realer their circumstances appeared to Victoria. To Julia, it seemed that Victoria was born to be a maid. If Victoria had been born for the position, she wondered if she had been born to be of the leisure class. She felt that she was far more suited to it than Victoria had been. She had none of the hang-ups about it that the mousy girl demonstrated. The newness of the situation, however, quickly dissipated for Victoria. It became a new routine for her. Accordingly, when Julia came to Victoria with the news of a party to plan in the condominium, Victoria found it to be a welcome respite to do something new. Julia had the ideas for the party. She attended to every detail, while Victoria was tasked with making the arrangements to ensure that they all came to fruition. Once the day of the party came, the caterers came and started to setup. Victoria directed them through the condominium into the kitchen before she went to attend to her mistress. Victoria joined Julia in her bedroom to help her dress for the party. She froze as she entered her mistress's dressing room and saw Julia in the nude. From behind, Julia was a sight to Victoria's eyes. While she was never heavy, she was more curvaceous and lean as a result of her strict dieting and fitness regime. Every penny she had paid to physically transform the girl had been worth it in her mind. That her mistress had taken her etiquette lessons to heart had only served to make Julia's appearance that much more of a work of art in her eyes. Victoria knew that if she disrobed, there was no man that would make her his choice to gaze upon at that moment. While their bodies had started out as more or less equals, the pounds she had added since she stopped exercising and eating a lean diet would have put an end to that even if Julia had not begun working with a personal trainer. Julia smiled back at Victoria with her chemically whitened teeth as she said, "There you are, girl! I was wondering when you were going to attend to your most important duty." "Sorry, mistress," Victoria responded, aroused by the knowledge that she was growing accustomed to apologizing to her onetime maid. Julia did not respond, letting Victoria's though linger on her plea for her forgiveness instead. Julia focused on her reflection, while Victoria gathered her outfit. She bent down at Julia's feet with her lacy panties, garters and nylons. Julia did nothing more but raise one foot and then the other before Victoria brought her mistress's black panties to her hips. After she smoothed the waistband out in place, she attached the garters and remained kneeling while she bent down to place Julia's toes and feet into the nude nylons. After Julia put her toes to the seams, Victoria began to unroll the hosiery up her mistress smooth and long legs. Victoria felt that they were taking on an elegant sheen as they were covered by the delicate nylon before she stood up to get her mistress's evening dress. Victoria retrieved the V-neckline, cocktail dress with a cross front detail that she had given Julia the money to purchase specially for the party. It struck her instantly as something that her mother would have bought if she was still alive. Victoria tried to shake thoughts of the imperial woman from her mind while she returned to tending to her mistress. Victoria helped Julia step into the dress, both knowing that it would mess up Julia's makeup and hair if they pulled it over her head. Julia contorted her body while Victoria brought the navy blue, stretch fabric of the dress up her soft sides and helped to guide her thin arms through the three-quarter length sleeves. As she did so, Victoria felt an odd intimacy with the girl that she had never known with another woman. While it was not a sexual feeling, it felt good to her. Once the dress was covering Julia's shoulders, Victoria fastened it in place. With her mistress's dress zipped, Julia turned over her shoulder and dismissed Victoria from the room to help assist the caterers. "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied with a bob before she started out of the room to let Julia apply her final touch up to her makeup and hair. Victoria went and helped the caterers continue to setup for the party until she heard a knock on the door. She hurried towards the door to let in the first of Victoria's guests and froze as she saw the familiar face staring back at her. The man looked through her to survey the home. The man began to take off his coat with Victoria's assistance without even visually acknowledging her assistance. Victoria took the man's coat without a word and hung it up before she was relieved from her duties by one of the waitresses that Julia had hired, wanting a more presentable woman to greet her guests since she felt that her shorthaired maid was too unsuited for the task. Victoria turned and hurried away from the man. While he had not given her an inkling of recognizing her, she was fearful that the next person that entered the condominium may give her a more inspecting look. She had no doubts that one would see her for who she really was. She shook her head as she thought about the changes to her appearance and muttered, "I'm not that much different from her." She shook her head again, not realizing that she had distinguished the heiress she had been from the maid she had become. She was too concerned with the prospect of being discovered to take notice of her thought process. Victoria crossed her arms over her white apron and polyester uniform while she moved with ever quickening steps towards her Mistress's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar as she approached it. She knew that she had to put an end to their arrangement right then. There was too much risk now. She took a deep breath as she opened the door slightly. She moved inside the room to tell Julia that she would be hiding out in the room until the end of the party. She walked slowly through the room in light steps while she approached the open dressing room door determined to say her piece. As her eyes focused on Julia, however, her knees went weak. With wide eyes, Victoria stood frozen while she looked upon her mistress. She gasped as she watched Julia putting on the final additions to her outfit. She was locking one of Victoria's mother favorite bracelets onto her slender wrist. The gulf between them appeared wider to Victoria than before their positions had been reversed. She had resisted wearing her mother's jewelry and a tight fitting dress like the one Julia was wearing since they had never seemed to fit her right. Julia had no such problems. Her cleavage nearly spilled out of the plunging neckline. The makeup on her face was impeccable and made her look flawless. Her long, layered and highlight blonde hair delicately brushed against her back and shoulder. Victoria squirmed at the sight as she caught sight of her own appearance in the mirror. She could not help but compare the two figures reflected. While Julia was the picture of femininity and sophistication, her appearance was plain. Her skin was a muted light brown, her hair short, dark, flat and mousy and her outfit utilitarian. Julia's head snapped towards Victoria as she noticed the girl's reflection in the mirror. Victoria quaked while Julia fixed her glare on the girl. Victoria quivered as she forced herself to say, "Lady Julia, your guests have arrived." Julia gave her a cold stare before she rejoined, "I'll be out when I'm ready." "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied in haste before she began to back out of the room. Julia stopped her former mistress before she exited, "Girl." "Yes, Lady Julia. I'm sorry for bothering you," the words gushed out of Victoria, who was unable to stop herself from saying them. She cursed herself as she heard her begging tone. She had come to put an end to their dangerous game, but the mere sight of the Julia's elegance had drained her will completely. Julia smiled at the girl's cowering obedience. She struggled to believe that she had ever once deferred to such a meek and plain creature. Julia forced the smile from her face as she said, "Please bring me my shoes." "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria rushed to say while she hurried across the dressing room to the white shelving that been had built into the dressing room walls to hold rows of shoes. Her eyes came across the pair that her mistress was planning on pairing with her dress. Victoria took them between her fingertips and brought them to her mistress. Without prompting, Victoria dropped to her knees, feeling the hem of the maid's dress between her pantyhose covered legs and the wood flooring. Julia lifted one foot and watched Victoria slide the shoe onto it before she did the same with her other foot. Once both shoes were on her mistress's feet, Victoria got to her own. Julia gave her a glance before she turned and focused on touching up her makeup again. Victoria nodded in the face of Lady Julia's thanklessness for her work. Victoria wanted to protest, but she felt too excited by what was happening to put a stop to it. Hating herself, Victoria gave her a mistress a curtsy before she started out of the room. She turned back to close the door to the dressing room to ensure her mistress's privacy. As she did so, she caught a smile on Julia's face. Not having much time to dwell on Julia's enjoyment, Victoria found herself put to work at the party. Victoria moved around the waitresses from the caterers while she set up the food at the stations for Victoria's guests. Victoria scurried around the condominium as more people entered. She caught their faces in the sides of her eyes. While most were strangers, some of the faces struck her as familiar. Indeed, she had seen a number of the guests during her school years, while others she had met at society parties and her debutante ball. Even beyond those that teased her, she hated the others' stuck up nature. Her father had always told her that she needed to humor such people, including her mother. Victoria, however, lacked her father's self-discipline and had no desire to treat their inanities and trivialities as profound and important. Now, she was helping to serve the very people that had looked down upon her or been looked down upon her as an heiress. As she moved about, she was increasingly certain that someone would notice her facial structure. Even those that looked at her looked through her though. Victoria began to relax as she felt beneath their notice. It was something that she had never been before with them, but she knew that it was inescapably true at that moment. She struggled to keep up a professional appearance until she saw Julia on the arm of Monroe Tanner. She had met him at a number of society parties before. The man's plain looks were a perfect marriage for his dull and arrogant personality. She found him utterly detestable. He was even duller than most of the others. She could not help but call him by the name that her father had for such scions of his societal associates, Prince Valium. Victoria struggled not to smile at the memory of watching the movie that her mother scolded her father with sharing with her time and time again. It was the type of film that her mother felt was beneath her family's dignity, despite it being one of her husband's favorites. She wanted to cease her mistress's attention to the man, but Julia kept her on her toes by sending around the home to make sure that each waitress and server was doing their part. Once the party came to an end, Julia saw the last of her guests out the door. She turned to Victoria who was beginning to clean up the condominium and said, "You can tend to that later. I need to get ready for bed." "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied while she smelled the scent of the wine that was wafting off her mistress's tongue. Victoria followed a few steps behind Julia as they entered her room and went into her dressing room. Julia turned and watched with a smirk as Victoria dropped to her knees to remove Julia's shoes. Victoria slipped Julia's feet out of each shoe before she stood up and began to assist with removing her jewelry, careful to place each piece away in Julia's jewelry boxes before moving onto the next. Once Victoria began to unzip Julia's dress, she could not bite her tongue any longer about her feelings for Monroe. She cleared her throat before she said, "Lady Julia, I saw you on the arm of Monroe Tanner..." "So?" Julia replied. "I've known him for a number of years." "I somehow doubt that a man like Monroe knows a lowly girl like you," Julia retorted, enjoying remaining in character by enforcing the separation between Victoria the heiress and Maria the maid. Victoria blushed at the correction before she said, "My mother tried to set me up with him. He's such a bore." "A bore? Do you know how wealthy that man is," Julia retorted. Victoria nodded before Julia continued, "A girl like you could never even hope to get a man like that!" Victoria's cheeks burned red. Julia had hit on a nerve with her. She had heard similar words from her mother. Her mother had always criticized her appearance. She did not meet her exacting standards. In her mother's eyes, Victoria should clasp onto the most socially desirable and richest man she could land, regardless of her personal opinion on the individual. Victoria cast her eyes from her mistress while she helped her out of the dress. Julia gave her a glare as the girl dropped to her knees to help Julia step out of the dress. While Victoria stood back up and started to help Julia out of her bra, Julia turned her head towards Victoria as she said, "Lady Julia, you can do better..." Julia did not let the girl finish before she snapped, "Who do you think you are, girl? Monroe is your better, and you're speaking of him as if he's beneath you!" "I'm sorry," Victoria said. "Do you think the opinion of a girl like you matters to me?" "No," Victoria admitted in a sheepish tone. "Then, why do you open your mouth about such things?" "I'm so sorry, Lady Julia." Julia stood in silence while Victoria looked mortified before her. She could sense how weak and foolish the girl felt. Victoria struggled with her quaking knees, even as she felt excited by being dressed down in such a way by Julia. Julia nodded at her pleading maid and said, "Don't ever do it again." "Of course, Lady Julia. I won't," Victoria hurried to reply, aroused by being spoken to like a small child before Julia dismissed her for the night. Victoria crossed her arms across her body and clutched them as she walked towards her bedroom with her head bowed. Her mind was struggling to contemplate how so many people she had known in passing had looked right through her. She figured that she was nothing to them. She wondered if Victoria Lightfoot had always been held as beneath them as she considered them. She had to be even lower to not even merit their recognition in her new status. She was sure that they would have spotted her otherwise. She walked into her bedroom and closed the door. She moved towards the mirror to examine her face. The structure was still the same that they had looked up. It was slightly distorted by the additional weight she had put on, but only barely so. She was hardly obese, only a little plump. Her cheeks were partially obscured by the fringes of her darkened hair. The thick frames of her glasses obscured her facial structure. Her face looked different without makeup and the darker hue that resulted from the tanning cream, but the structure remained. Victoria's eyes veered towards her body. The maid's uniform was slightly boxy on her. It was very different from the form flattering clothing or elegant white gown that Victoria had been wearing when a few of the guests last saw her. She wondered if the totality of the changes had been enough to obscure her identity. She shook her head at the thought that was making her reach between her legs. She moaned as she began to play with herself and went to the bed. She stripped down and began to penetrate herself deeper as she thought about how great a mistress Julia made. She knew that she could never bring herself to reach such a standard. She only wished that the refined beauty would take it even further. Victoria moaned while she thought about kissing the luxuriously heeled feet of her mistress. The girl had more beauty than she could ever hope to possess herself. Her mother had long ago disabused her of any other notion. Sucking her lips into her mouth, Victoria began playing with one nipple as her other hand remained firmly planted in her pussy. Julia possessed a power among men that she had never imagined having herself. It was the very kind of thing her mother flaunted. As she felt the orgasm wash over, she felt nothing but shame about what she had let herself become. She pushed herself off the cheap sheets of the secondhand small bed that Julia had purchased for her. Victoria rushed into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Her eyes clenched as she looked at the pouched belly that she knew had been far easier to put on than it would be to work off. "Fuck," she whined. She put her head down as tears started to stream down her cheeks while the water washed over her. She ran her shampoo through her short hair that served as another reminder that the trip back to being Victoria Lightfoot would be arduous. Conversely, cutting herself down to become Maria had been so easy. At the moment, it seemed to have been almost too easy. Victoria hung her head as she shut off the shower and began to towel herself off. The soft towel felt better on her smooth skin than her rough hands. She dried her hair before she put on the tanning lotion that Julia insisted she start using nightly. She then slipped on a cotton sleep shirt and walked back to her bed. Her mind began to think about what she had done that night. The excitement began to return as her post-orgasm clarity began to become clouded again. "She's the better woman," Victoria admitted to herself while she pulled the polyester comforter over her chest before she fell asleep, finding it difficult to comprehend show could think otherwise. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The following morning, Julia came into the dinning room to have breakfast. Victoria carried it to her the moment she sat down. She had been waiting three hours for her mistress to wake. She knew that the meal had to be ready the second her mistress rose from her bed. Julia took the meal with a nod before she began looking through the messages she received regarding her party the night prior. She was ecstatic by the uniform praise and felt a sense of confidence that her aristocratic fa?ade was no longer a pretense. She felt that she had become the personification of what Victoria had set about creating out of her. Julia looked over at Victoria as she stood to the side of the table with her hands cupped, awaiting her mistress's every need. Julia struggled not to smile while she looked upon the dowdy girl she had once served. Everything about the girl had been different then. She knew that Victoria was certainly aware of it too. The familiar faces that failed to recognize hers had surely made that conclusion inescapable to the girl. Julia peered into Victoria's eyes. She felt a quiver as Victoria's eyes dutifully darted away to avoid meeting Julia's glance. "Girl, I want you to discontinue my etiquette and speech lessons." Victoria was surprised by her mistress's decision. She wanted to speak, but Julia continued, "I've learned everything they can teach me." Victoria nodded before Julia stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Victoria to cleanup the dirtied dishes, cutlery and cups. Victoria collected the soiled items and brought them into the kitchen to hand wash them to Julia's exacting standards. Once they were finished being washed and dried, Victoria made the call to discontinue Julia's training. She knew her mistress had made great progress in a short period of time. Victoria was almost shocked by what a willing and capable pupil the girl turned out to be after her initial resistance. She sensed that if the girl's family situation had given her half a chance, Julia likely would have proven herself to be a gifted student. Victoria was certain that Julia had proved herself to be a fast learner. Victoria doubted that she had ever been able to pickup things so quickly in her own life. 'Maybe she's smarter than me,' Victoria thought while she clutched at the apron she had traded her luxury clothing to adorn herself with. She grimaced at the thought that the girl could out maneuver her. She wondered if she had already. Those thoughts made warm feelings stir inside of her. The excitement that her fears might be realized only served to arouse her while she set about cleaning the condominium. As she cleaned the condominium, she heard a knock on the door. Victoria dropped what she was doing and headed for the door. She drew it open and saw the dead eyes of Monroe Tanner looking through her. Monroe stepped through the doorway without waiting for either Victoria or Julia to invite him in before he started taking off his coat. Victoria hurried to help him as the man her mother had pushed her to date continued to ignore her presence with his eyes, even as he handed his coat off to her. "Where is Julia?" Monroe asked while Victoria hung up his coat. "She's in the living room. I'll take you..." "No need, girl. I know the way," Monroe rejoined, cutting Victoria off as he started into the home. Victoria cringed as she saw Julia stand up and embrace the man. For all of his inherited wealth, finest schooling and social standing, she still found the man repugnant. There was nothing exceptional about his looks. They were slightly below average, if anything. He was not the kind of man she thought a beautiful woman like Lady Julia belonged with, even if his parents was her ticket into the most exclusive country clubs up and down the East Coast. The man sat with Julia and began to dote upon her. Victoria struggled not to steal glances at them while she cleaned up around the home. While Monroe continued to have nothing of any interest to say, his smitten eyes were telling her that there was more to the man besides callous self-interest. She had never seen his eyes show life for anything before that moment. 'This is dangerous,' Victoria thought to herself while a tingle went through her. Victoria bit her lip while she hurried to clean rooms as far away from the couple as she could, not wanting to take in the sight of Monroe's pale, thin lips upon Julia's glossy, full ones. As Victoria went to Julia's bedroom to clean it up, she wondered how the girl could find Monroe attractive in anyway. She wondered if Julia could look past his physical and charm failings to see the end game that he represented. It was something that she could never stomach, despite the constant pressure of her mother to do so. 'She's the daughter you never had,' Victoria thought as she lingered on memories of her conversations with her mother. The thought gave Victoria pause for a moment before she finished making Julia's bed and headed into Julia's dressing room. Her eyes focused on her reflection. While she had some of her mother's traits, she felt that Julia looked more like the woman than she did. She clasped at her burgeoning double chin that had always started to present itself below her weak chin whenever she gained a few pounds. It was only when she had the near anorexic figure that her mother drove her to achieve that there was no trace of it. The additional weight that had pouched her stomach had made the second chin more pronounced than it had been since she was a tween. Her fingers drew away from her chin as she stared down at the mess that Julia had left on the floor. Despite her casual appearance, there was a myriad of clothing choices that had been dropped in the dressing room before she settled on the outfit in which she wanted Monroe to find her clad in when he saw her that day. Victoria bent down and started to collect the tops, bottoms and dresses that Julia had tossed to the ground in her haste to find the perfect lounging outfit for Monroe's eyes. As she finished picking up the first half of it, she heard the sounds of Julia moaning. She froze while she saw Monroe place her down on her bed as he caressed her. Julia's smiling face caught Victoria's stunned gaze out of the corner of her eye. She pushed at Monroe's chest as she bellowed, "Girl, please leave our lunch on the counter and make yourself scarce!" Monroe's eyes widened for a second before Victoria put her head down dutifully and hurried out of the room. By the time Victoria closed the bedroom door behind her, she could hear that her mistress and Monroe had recommenced their physical activities. Victoria hurried into the kitchen to make them one of Julia's approved lunches. She worked quickly, not wanting to see their post copulation states. Once the lunch was finished, Victoria got her cheap, faux leather purse and trolley before she started out of the condominium to go food shopping for her mistress. She walked to the service elevator and rode it down to the main floor. She headed out of the building and walked down the sidewalk. She circled the building, since it was the fastest route to the nearest grocer. As she passed by the front door reserved for the building's residents and their guests, she saw the new doorman the building had hired. He seemed a far nicer man than the one that had greeted her when she first arrived. She marveled at his bulging biceps that were clearly visible, even beneath the jacket of his uniform. He gave Victoria a broad smile as he said with thick Polish accent, "How are you, Maria?" "Very good, Roman." "Wonderful," the towering, broad shouldered man replied while he looked her up and down. Victoria felt like a piece of meat within his lusty gaze. She had hated being on the receiving end of such looks as Victoria Lightfoot. They offended her notion of feminism that her teachers had endeavored to instill in her. She remembered their teachings as she processed his looks. The sort of leers that Roman was giving her was the kind of thing that was supposed to revolt her. It was the duty of all women to try to break men away from their baser instincts and to embrace an ideal that women were not something to be lusted after, but equal people, no different from men. As she continued past him, she turned her head back and saw that Roman's eyes had drifted to her expanded butt. She grinned and blushed, loving the look too much to walk on. She turned and sauntered back towards Roman. Roman grinned while he looked around, relieved that it appeared that no one was going to force him to his duties as he got a few more minutes with Victoria. Victoria smiled before she said a few words to Roman. Roman replied with a few compliments that made Victoria's stomach flutter. She ran her right hand through her short hair that she was wished was longer, pushing out her chest in the process. That Roman did not seem to mind the utilitarian length or natural flat color was not lost on her. They exchanged a few smiles as they talked about what they were doing. Their conversation was broken up only by Roman's duties while he opened doors for residents and guests, hailed them taxis and helped them out of limousines and town cars as necessary. Feeling better about her appearance than she could ever recall, Victoria left Roman to his duties as he went to help a resident with her luggage. Victoria walked down the street, rubbing the back of her neck as she pushed the trolley in front of her. She walked into the grocer and felt light on her feet. She felt a new energy. It was not the same rush she got when she was talked down to, but it felt something similar. It seemed almost realer to her. Victoria collected the goods her mistress desired and got on line. The cashier noticed Victoria's smiling appearance. He gave her a smile while he rang up her purchases before she headed back to Julia's building. She pouted as she saw Roman preoccupied with a few residents of the building while she walked by. She flashed him a smile that Roman reciprocated before Victoria headed to the rear of the building to enter the servant's entrance. She took the servant's elevator up before she exited on her mistress's floor. She went back into Julia's home and removed the goods from her trolley. As she carried the first bag through the home, she saw Monroe and Julia lounging on the couch together. The two snuggled closely together and paid her presence no mind while they watched the television. It was the typical pretentious nonsense that she felt that a man like Monroe was trained to watch. It was the kind of thing she herself had forced on Julia when their shared endeavor had started. Now, it struck her as just as ridiculous as it was it was to Julia when she began to watch it in place of the reality television shows that Victoria took up watching. Once the final items were put away in the kitchen, Victoria retrieved her trolley and carried it above the floors that she cleaned daily. She put it away in her quarters before she heard Julia's shoes on the floor. "Girl," Julia called. "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria answered with downcast eyes. "Monroe and I are going to out to dinner and show. So, I need you to help me dress." "Yes, Lady Julia," Victoria replied before she followed her mistress to her massive master bedroom suite. As she entered, she glanced at the tossed sheets and bedspread that she had made not long before they had relations upon them. She knew that she was expected to make it again before Victoria returned that night. The thought made her stomach churn as she figured that Monroe's sweat had probably contaminated the sheets. Victoria helped Julia out of her clothes. She gave her no advice as Julia selected the dress, heels, hosiery and jewelry without a word from Victoria. Victoria helped her into it all in silence. She knew better than to state any protest she had for Julia's activities. She figured that it would only drive her further into Monroe's arms. She assumed that he as going to become a bigger part of his mistress's life without any further prodding from her while Victoria walked out of the condominium on Monroe's arm. Victoria's reasoning proved prescient. Monroe soon became a regular fixture around Julia's home. Pursuant to Julia's instructions, Victoria's entire work schedule revolved around Monroe's presence. Whenever he was in the home, Victoria was forbidden to clean since she wanted free reign over every inch of the home to let Monroe take her wherever he wanted. While Julia did not explain it in such terms, Victoria quickly came to understand that goal was the true purpose for the rule when she found evidence of their relations on the couch, chairs, tabletops and floor. Part of her was revolted by having to clean up the mess, while another part was shocked that Monroe was adventurous with his sex life. The dullard's reputation was that he was limited to the missionary position in the privacy of his family's homes. Whenever Monroe was in the home, Victoria's duties were restricted to making them the appropriate meal, helping Victoria dress and shopping for her mistress. When she did not have anything to shop for, it was understood that Victoria was still required to leave the home and give her mistress the privacy she and Monroe desired when they embraced one another. The moments when she had free time often led to her reaching out to Roman. She had no friends in her guise as a Maria. He gave her someone to talk to for a change. Roman actually listened to her and spoke to her as an equal. He was the first person in her life that had treated he as having some value unrelated to her perceived net worth since her father died. That Roman had an ulterior motive was not lost on her. Part of her had the same motive. She was just playing it coy, believing that a woman, even in her reduced position, should make a man work for it, at least a little. She enjoyed his company and the way that he made her feel good about her dowdy looks too much to even think about walking away from the prospect of a relationship with the man. When she finally accepted his invitation for a date, Victoria felt that she had to go through with it. As she dressed in her loose, black peasant dress that she cinched to her waist with a belt, black, sheer pantyhose and mid-chunky heeled, faux patent leather, black pumps, the part of her that retained a little piece of Victoria Lightfoot's refinement was revolted by the idea of sleeping with an immigrant doorman. Still, even that part of her knew that maybe that act would finally make her see things more clearly. It had all gone way beyond what she had originally contemplated. Maybe sleeping with a man that was the best that a girl like Maria could get would be the thing to snap her out of it. At the least, it would finally release some of the pent up sexual frustration that had been driving her voluntary descent ever further down the social ladder. She met Roman at the end of his shift. They headed to the subway together, making small talk along the way until they got on the train bound for an outer borough. They talked while Roman's stroked her knee and sides, Victoria noticed that the suited businessmen and smartly dressed women were being replaced by people of more limited means the further they got away from their workplace. When they exited at the station that Roman lived by, Victoria looked around, unable to recall ever being in such an area. There was graffiti on many of the buildings, while groups of young men congregated on corners that Roman avoided while he led her to the restaurant he made reservations at that evening. Victoria walked into the restaurant and looked around. It was cheaply furnished and the waiting staff looked haggard and past their prime. It stuck her like an old age home for waiters and waitresses that could no longer handle the demands and expectations that came with working in higher end establishments. The restaurant was the sort of establishment that Victoria Lightfoot would never have walked into, but Victoria knew that it would be considered a treat by the girl that she had become. She took the menu from the leather-faced waitress with a smile before she listened to her smoke addled tone as the waitress told them their specials. It was nothing she wanted so she told Roman what she would order from the menu before the waitress came back. To her surprise, Roman ordered for her. She felt oddly turned on by watching him take the initiative to keep her from saying her own order. Roman and Victoria talked while they ate and drank the cheap table wine that he ordered for them. As they chatted, Roman kidded, "My mother won't be to be happy I'm dating a Latina." Victoria nearly spit out her drink as she thought about responding with the truth, 'What if she knew you were really dating an heiress of English, Scottish and German heritage?' She responded with another truth instead, "I'm going to be honest, my parents wouldn't be happy about me dating an immigrant." "Why not? Weren't they immigrants?" "They didn't think it was the right thing for an American girl to do," Victoria replied, avoiding the lie necessary to answer Roman's second question. Sensing Victoria's choice of tense, Roman asked, "Are they gone?" Victoria gave a sullen nod. Roman moved his hands over hers as he said, "I'm sorry for your loss." "It's okay. It was a long time ago for my dad." "Me too." "It's just you and your mom?" Victoria asked. "Well, me, mother, my three sister and my brother," Roman answered. "That must have been nice." "You're an only child, right?" Victoria nodded before Roman replied, "That's so unusual for...I mean isn't it?" "For a Latina?" Victoria asked with a laugh before she said, "That's a little stereotyping my Polack friend." Roman laughed before he apologized and said, "You just think these things." "Well, I enjoy not being a stereotype." "So, your blood doesn't burn hot?" Roman asked with raised eyebrows. "I didn't say I don't meet every stereotype," Victoria answered with a grin to Roman's arousal while they continued to eat. Once they left the restaurant, they began to make the walk back to Roman's apartment building. She looked around the streets and saw homeless people sleeping up against the building foundations, while sketchy men prowled the sidewalks. She felt vulnerable and started to shake. This was not the kind of place she ever envisioned herself walking. Her parents would have forbidden her from stepping out of a limousine in such a neighborhood. Now, she was dating a man living with such shadowy figures. The feeling of Roman's arm coming around her plump waist made her fears instantly dissipate. He held her closely to him. She could not believe the strength of his hand and arm. It mad her feel safe with him as her protector. Without his domineering presence, she felt that she could never feel confident walking through the neighborhood alone. To Victoria, it was as if his presence was keeping the predatory wolves away. They walked up to the door of his building before he pushed the keys into the numerous locks to let them in. Victoria figured that he lived up the stairs, but he unlocked the steel door to the basement staircase instead. Victoria struggled to keep a disappointed look off her face as they headed down the staircase that was illuminated by two bare fluorescent lights. Once they reached the basement, Victoria saw the Building Superintendent's room. They walked past it and the utility room before they came to Roman's apartment. He unlocked the door to his apartment. He pushed it open and motioned for Victoria to walk inside. Victoria approached it with hesitant steps. She paused in the doorway as she looked around the small studio apartment. The yellow walls looked as if they had not painted in decades. The studio had Spartan furnishings that she felt was appropriate for Roman's no frills personality. He had little time for frivolous niceties. Roman cleared his voice from behind her before he said, "I know it's not much, but I'm saving my money for something better." Victoria nodded. That it was not much was undeniable to her. The apartment that Julia had lived in before they swapped roles was her measure of her a hovel before she stepped into Roman's apartment. Julia's dingy apartment with its discolored wallpaper seemed like a palace by comparison to Roman's. Still, Victoria walked in and took off her coat. Roman took it from her before she said, "You always were a gentleman," trying to make him feel better about himself as she knew he must have noticed her initial disappointment about his living conditions. "Thanks. This place definitely needs a woman's touch." "Everything here does," Victoria said as she touched him and offered a smile that brought a grin to Roman's face. As Roman closed the door to the apartment, Victoria started to undress. She felt an unusual shyness while disrobing in front of the man. He was so unlike the boyish, immature lovers she had known as Victoria Lightfoot. Those boys had never appeared to be intimidating to her. She had not cared if they were pleased by what they saw. Victoria clenched her eyes for a moment, knowing that they had seen something far better than Roman was going to lay his eyes upon that night. They had her firm washboard abs to look at, but those were as far removed from her as her long hair and makeup enhanced looks. As Roman removed his shirt, she saw his slightly pouched stomach that mirrored hers. His arms, however, were more muscular than even the most athletic of her former lovers that had tried to weasel their way into a piece of Victoria Lightfoot's fortune. She felt a quiver while she looked at him. Her shyness and panic melted away as she saw the eagerness in his eyes that let her know that he felt that she was good enough for him. 'Why wouldn't he? I'm Victoria Lightfoot,' Victoria thought with fleeting confidence that dissipated with a shake of her head. She knew she was not Victoria Lightfoot anymore. At that moment, she was Maria. She was a maid that did not even have a last name, let alone one associated with familial wealth. As that thought overtook her, Victoria began to slowly remove her bra. Her meandering efforts were halted by Roman who removed her bra with a skill that told her it was far from h