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MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO - 2
By Monica Graz
CHAPTER 4
"Do you want to marry me Chris or should I say Cristina and move in with
me?"
It was several weeks later and we were having a nice glass of chardonnay
sitting at an elegant caf? not far from the UN building when Pat asked
me the question that was dropped like a bomb. But I knew her well enough
by now not to be completely surprised. That was her style all right. She
loved to come out with big things out of the blue without any previous
warning.
I replied cautiously with questioning eyes, "Wow! What do you actually
mean Pat? Are you proposing me? And where are we going to stay? Aren't
you still living with your parents?"
She giggled in her usual flirty way, her pretty face shining with
anticipation, "Slow down Chris and I'll explain everything. But first I
have a present for you."
She opened her bag and took out a small box that pushed towards my side
of the table. I instantly knew that it was a ring. Was she offering me
an engagement ring?"
I cautiously opened the box and looked inside. "Oh my God! Is this for
me?" I squeaked like a teenage girl as people turned around to look at
us.
"Yes, this is for my darling Crissie. Try it on; I want to see it on
you."
I looked around slightly embarrassed as I slipped it on my finger. It
fitted perfectly in the middle finger of my left hand as it was ordered
for me. It was small and delicate and made me feel very emotional. Tears
started forming in my eyes as Pat took my hand and looked at it.
"It suits you Crissie; your hand instantly becomes more feminine. So,
can I presume now that you accept my proposal and you are engaged to
me?"
This time my tears were freely flowing down my face as I said in a
slight sob, "Oh Pat, you are such a devious person. You took me totally
by surprise. But of course, I accept. I am honored that you asked me and
I am double honored that you made me feel so feminine."
As I said that I stood up and gave her a a big hug and kiss forgetting
the surroundings and all political correctness.
But then I looked back at her still with questioning eyes. "Please,
explain to me. What happened suddenly and you made that big step?
Something changed in your life that I don't know? Please, please tell
me, I'm dying to know."
"Fair enough," Pat said her warm eyes looking mischievously at me. "Try
not to interrupt me though and I'll explain everything."
We both had a generous sip of our wine and Pat started talking.
"Remember a couple of weeks ago we celebrated my 25th birthday. That was
the day you met my parents. There was a small reception at their
residence and then you took me out to dinner to a nice Mexican
restaurant."
"How can I forget? I was ever so nervous meeting your parents," I said
smiling.
"Yes, I remember your nervousness. But at the end they both liked you,
in particular my mother who though that you were very polite and not al
all trying to show off."
"And of course, I was so amused seeing their maid Conchita wearing
exactly the same uniform I have," I added with a cunning smile.
"Yes, I saw you looking at her admiringly. If she only knew that you
were jealous of her uniform, she would be very amused."
She stopped and looked at me accusingly. "Please try not to engage me in
a conversation, I have to finish my story."
"Yes Miss, sorry Miss," I said jokingly.
"That's my girl," she replied winking at me then continued, "So a few
days later I received a letter from a Mexican solicitor's firm informing
me that the moment I was going to turn 25 I would be able to access a
trust that my grand father, that is my mother's father, created for me
when I was a child. They were two conditions in that trust in order to
be activated, the first one I mentioned already, to be 25, and the
second one to be legally married to a man who is of catholic faith!"
"Wow, that's so cool," I managed to say astonished, but Pat raised her
hand to stop me and continued, "And that's how you come in, you are my
catholic faith man and I have to marry you to activate the trust!"
"Wow again," I said, "but is that trust so important to you? Are we
talking about a considerable sum of money?"
Pat looked at me and said with a beaming smile, "The trust is worth
according to the solicitors close to two million US dollars. It contains
various forms of investments and cash, all safely sitting in a
Californian bank."
"That's a lot of money Pat; you are a rich woman by all means. Are you
sure you want to marry a poor guy like me?"
She looked at me annoyed. "You shouldn't even mention that. You know you
are my choice, I told you so some time ago, you are my special person,
my muxe, my girly boy and I already proposed you and you accepted. So be
it! You are going to be my bride."
"Bride?" I asked a mixture of excitement and anxiety in my voice. "What
do you mean by that? Like I'll dress in a white dress and veil and you
will be wearing a tuxedo?"
She laughed good heartily as she replied, "I wish it could be that
simple my darling Crissie. What I mean is that you will metaphorically
be my bride, but during the ceremony I'll wear the dress and you will
wear the tuxedo but under your outer clothes you will wear of course
your pretty undies."
"Oh Pat, I'm so touched," I said again with more tears on my eyes. I
promise to be a good spouse/partner to you."
She looked at me with her big eyes sparkling, "I'd rather prefer you to
be a good housewife to me dearest Cristina-Crissie because really and
truly I expect you to take all the housewifely duties the moment we move
to our new house. Would you agree to that?"
Blush, blush and butterflies in my stomach. Pat was touching my hidden
buttons again. I thought I could be bold again, "I'd love to be your
housewife and why not your maid at occasions. You know how much I enjoy
wearing my domestic uniform."
"I know indeed and I'll remember your promise when we start our life
together."
Then she raised her glass and clinked it with mine. "To our future life
together for better or for worse, in joy and in sorrow etc... dearest
Crissie!"
Being bold again I winked and answered, "To our future life hopefully
for better and mostly in joy Miss!"
CHAPTER 5
Everything moved very fast after that. Within two weeks we were married
in a very low-key civil ceremony at the Town Hall. The two witnesses
needed by law were Pat's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Torres.
Pat was dressed in a simple but very expensive and elegant white dress
and I was wearing a dark grey suit, a white dress shirt adorned with a
black bow tie and a red carnation on my jacket's left lapel. Of course,
I was constantly aware of the snow-white feminine underwear I was
wearing underneath.
Then the four of us had champagne and dinner at a very upscale
restaurant and at about midnight we said good night to Pat's parents and
just the two of us ended up at the bridal suite of an expensive hotel
where more champagne was waiting for us. I could see that the night
ahead was going to be wild. And wild indeed it was. After all that
champagne and a very special and varied love making, we both collapsed
in each other's arms wearing again matching night gowns. I fell asleep
with a smile on my face, thinking how lucky I was that I found that
jewel of a girl who as of tonight was my legal wife.
As we were having a leisure breakfast or rather brunch the next morning
Pat laid out her plans for our future life together. She definitely had
the money and definitely had been taking all the decisions. I was quite
happy to follow; after all I was going to be just a housewife as she was
reminding me whenever she had the chance.
"We're moving in to our new place in about a week's time," Pat started
after a sip of her coffee. "The basic furniture is there, but we'll
probably need more furniture and other stuff after we move in and start
living in the place."
"I can't believe that I haven't seen it yet," I said looking at her
accusingly in a jokey way.
"I did that on purpose sweetie, I wanted it to be a surprise for you,"
she replied and continued, "But you will have the chance to inspect it
very thoroughly in a few days when you are going to give it a very
thorough cleaning. Would you be able to do that? You will be able to
wear your maid's uniform and feel the real thing, not just pretend to be
a maid cleaning your miniscule apartment."
Once more Pat managed to startle and excite me at the same time but I
replied cautiously, "I'm not certain that I know how to do a
professional cleaning Pat, especially in a place that has been renovated
and not cleaned for some time. I don't think I have that experience. I
would need some coaching for that."
She looked pensive as she answered, "You have a point here Crissie dear;
I tend to forget that though you like to play the maid you never really
had the experience to be a proper one."
She stopped and then clapped her hands happily, "Eureka!" she yelled, "I
think I found the solution to that. I'm going to ask my parent's maid
Conchita to come and help you, or even better to come and be your coach.
She will show you the ropes and you will be able to have an advance
course in being a proper maid. She is very experienced.
I was all of a sudden very worried and my excitement faded away as I
said, "But you can't do that Pat. Are you going to expose me to your
parent's maid? Then she will tell your parents and I'll be totally
embarrassed. How could I face them?"
"As you face me wearing your maid's uniform sweetie. You are not
embarrassed in front of me, are you?" she answered rather coolly, then
she mellowed and added, "I think it's time now to tell you another
secret of mine. Both my mother and Conchita know that you are my muje."
I looked at her alarmed. "You told them about my other side? I though
that was our secret and we would keep it like that."
"It's not that simple dear. You see, when I announced to my mother that
I'm going to marry you, she asked me the question that all mothers would
ask their daughters, 'why you picked this guy, he is out of your league,
you could do better than that'."
I was hurt when I heard that, but Pat was just pragmatic. Her mother was
right, I wasn't such a catch for her daughter, I was a rather poor guy
with no great work or other prospects.
"Probably your mother is right," I said in a sad small voice, "I already
asked you that myself. Why you married a loser like me?"
She laughed but her voice was firm when she spoke again. "And I said to
my mother exactly what I said to you. I married you because you are my
muje you are my non macho guy, you are someone that will be there for me
in a supportive role and you are someone who will never cheat on me. So,
you see I had to tell her about your proclivities and tendencies. At the
end she agreed with me."
I looked at her skeptically, "In other words my various weaknesses and
the existence of a strong feminine side are becoming my assets for you?"
"Yes Crissie dear; those are your assets from the very beginning and you
better remember that." Then, smiling cunningly, she added, "As for
Conchita you shouldn't worry at all. Conchita has a son who is a muje
and at the moment stayed behind to look after the family, now that his
mother has to work in US. So, Conchita will be fine with you. In fact, I
think you will enjoy working with her and you will improve your Spanish,
in particular your Mexican Spanish. That will be useful when we'll visit
my country."
Another sip of coffee and then I had another question. "But you left
your father completely out of this. How I'll be able to face him in the
future when I become more feminine in my appearance? Look at me now, my
hair is considerably longer, my eyebrows are plucked and I have clear
varnish on my nails. He probably should know, don't you think?
"You don't have to face him as Crissie in the immediate future and you
won't be seeing him that much anyway. He is at the moment a single-
mindedly person pursuing his diplomatic career and very soon he will be
eligible for promotion which means another position as a full-scale
ambassador at some other part of the world," Pat said reassuringly
"That means also that they'll have to give up their apartment in New
York if they move to another country. Just as well that you've got this
new apartment for us. Aren't we lucky?"
"Indeed we are!" Pat said happily. In fact, I never stop thanking
silently my grandfather who created my trust more than twenty years
ago."
She stopped for another sip of coffee, and my mind drifted away as I was
looking at both of us, a smile on my face, as we were sitting finishing
our brunch wearing, not for the first time, our matching nighties.
Her voice brought me back. "And I just realized how free of relatives
and commitments you are as a matter of fact. Your mother died many years
ago and your father has moved back to Italy and remarried there. You are
such a free bird yourself."
Her words brought back tears to my eyes. "Yes Pat I'm a free bird but
now I have you and I would love to become your caged bird because I
belong to you now."
She stood up and gave me a long and supportive hug. "Yes my Cristina -
Crissie, you do belong to me and I will always be there for you."
CHAPTER 6
"Wow! It's much bigger that I thought," I said to Pat as we finished the
guided tour of the apartment. "Three bedrooms with ensuite bathrooms, a
vast sitting dining area, a very well-equipped kitchen, a laundry room,
even a maid's room with its own WC- shower facility. Did I forget
something?" I said in an admiring voice."
"No, that's about it," Pat answered but immediately added, "You
shouldn't forget the back service and traders' door. The door is
connected with the service elevator. I like that, is so old fashioned."
"How are we going to use that? I asked in a half innocent voice.
"We'll talk more about that at a later stage," Pat said dismissively and
continued, "At the moment let's make the immediate plans. Tomorrow you
start the cleaning and hopefully you will be done in a couple of days
with the coaching of Conchita."
"And how are we going to organise that?" I asked half expectantly half
hesitantly thinking about my 'official debut' as a maid tomorrow.
She opened her bag and gave me a set of keys. "This is your personal set
of keys Crissie, three keys are in the key ring as you see, main
building entrance, main apartment entrance and traders' and domestic
staff entrance. Be here tomorrow morning at 8.00. I'll join you with
Conchita within the hour. Conchita and I are going to do some shopping
beforehand, we need cleaning material and other stuff for the apartment
and she is compiling a list tonight."
I took the keys with a beaming smile. "My own set of keys, thank you
Pat, I feel very privileged."
She raised an eyebrow and smiled back. "Don't feel that privileged
sweetie, those keys come with certain obligations as well. You are going
to understand that soon when you take full responsibility of this
place."
She didn't give me the chance to answer because she continued in a
rather bossy manner, "Now, listen carefully. Tomorrow when we arrive
with Conchita, I expect you to be properly dressed ready for work. Your
will wear your functional uniform and try to be as femininely
presentable as possible. Don't overdo it with makeup though, you are
going to work hard and you don't want mascara running down to your face.
Would you remember that?"
She smiled again but in professional manner as if she was instructing a
subordinate. The familiar feelings of stomach fluttering were back, her
bossy manner and the way she was addressing me sent waves of pleasure
through my body."
I gave a weak smile and replied hesitantly, "Yes Miss, I'll remember
that."
She winked cunningly at me. "And since you addressed me as Miss just
now, I would like to tell you that tomorrow in front of Conchita you
will have to address me as Miss or Miss Torres. She is always formal
with me, and addresses me as Se?orita or Se?orita Torres in Spanish of
course. This is the old-fashioned Mexican way and it would be unfair to
her if you were casual towards me. You are both going to be my maids
tomorrow and I'll be your employer."
I blushed as I heard her telling me those things. I wasn't certain if
that was the result of embarrassment of excitement or most probably
both. She was constantly planting submissive seeds inside me; she was
constantly stimulating all my senses.
She saw my reaction because she added winking again, "I can tell that
you clearly like what you hear from me Cristina dear. I can see that you
are ready to let completely out your feminine and supportive side. You
are going to be such a great wife and maid to me!"
Blushing again I said, "Si Se?orita Torres!"
CHAPTER 7
I was dressed and ready as I looked for the tenth time at my reflection
in the hallway mirror. My front buttoned dove grey dress with its white
piping around the short sleeves the collar and the two front pockets,
covered by a functional white full apron, my white flat canvas shoes, my
white band to keep my longish hair back and my modest makeup with a
touch of lipstick gave me the look I wanted, the look of a professional
and dapper female domestic.
On impulse I gave a small curtsey in front of the mirror saying in a
small feminine voice, 'My name is Crissie and I am employed by Miss
Patricia Martinez-Torres as her housemaid!'
At that moment I heard the bell in the front door. 'My God, they are
here!' I thought as my heart started fluttering from excitement. One
last look at the mirror, a slight straitening of my white head band and
then I walked briskly to the door and opened it purposefully.
Pat, a beaming smile on her face, was standing there all fresh and
beautiful in her morning outfit of jeans and T-shirt. Behind her
Conchita wearing a similar to mine grey dress without the apron was
carrying many parcels of various cleaning materials.
I gave a small curtsey and smiled back. I spoke in Spanish, "Buenos dias
Se?orita Torres, buenos dias Conchita!"
Pat was surprised with my Spanish as she answered happily, "Hola
Crissie, que tal?"
Then she added in English, "Good girl Crissie, you must insist on your
Spanish today with Conchita, her English is very limited."
"Yes, Miss Torres, I'll remember that," I replied not forgetting my
place and addressing her formally since she was presently my employer.
Conchita put down her bags, an exhausted look on her face. She looked at
me and said in rapid Spanish, "Hola chica, could you please carry those
bags to the kitchen, my arms are killing me."
Pat looked meaningfully at me as if she was saying, 'Now follow
Conchita's requests and instructions without any fuss.'
I quickly said, "Yes, of course, I'll take the bags to the kitchen and
please join me there, I just made fresh coffee."
As I was picking the bags to carry, I turned to Pat. "Would you like
some coffee Miss?"
"Yes Crissie, coffee would be nice, I'll have to give you both
instructions of what has to be done today and tomorrow."
Pat left after half an hour. We had our instructions and Conchita
decided that we should start the cleaning from the bedrooms. She asked
me to remove my white apron and made me wear a pinafore or overall style
apron that covered my grey dress front and back. It was made of a blue
cotton gingham material and as she explained to me it was traditional
for a maid in Mexico to wear it when involved with heavy duty cleaning
like we were doing now.
The apartment was filthy and full of dust because of the recent
redecoration. As we were working together, she was explaining to me in
rapid Spanish the way we had to clean thoroughly and methodically. It
was hard work and soon my back started to ache and my knees were
slightly trembling.
She was watching me with an eagle's eye and was giving me orders and
instructions continually calling me chica (girl) all along. Only once
she used my name when she said to me, "Let's take a break Crissie and
make something to eat. I brought some fresh beard and cheese; you can go
and make sandwiches and some fresh coffee."
"Yes Conchita." I said relieved for the break, as I removed my rubber
gloves and wiped my sweaty hands on my gingham pinafore.
"Make sure you wash your hands chica before you touch the food," she
added bossily.
We were ravenous after all that manual labor and I never enjoyed a
sandwich as much as this.
We were back to work doing windows when Pat returned for inspection.
Conchita explained to her what was done so far and she praised me for my
eagerness to learn but she said very openly that I was not at all
experienced and I had a lot to learn.
And then she added meaningfully, "But Crissie is born a muxe and she
will learn fast. She will become a good mucama!"
Pat looked at me as I was disheveled and dirty, my gingham pinafore full
of stains and chuckled. "Look at you, the picture of a hardworking
Mexican mucama.
"Mucama?" I asked. "What that means Miss, I never heard that word."
"Of course, you wouldn't know it; it's a Latin American word, the
equivalent in Spanish is 'criada'. I'm certain you would know that word
Crissie."
"Yes Miss, criada means housemaid in proper Spanish."
"That's correct sweetie," Pat continued. "Now you better go back to your
chores, you have to finish today's work, bedrooms and bathrooms, all
windows inside out and give a nice polish to the wooden floors. That
means you will have to do it on your hands and knees. Conchita will
explain everything," she concluded an amused look on her face.
I realized then that Pat was getting a certain pleasure in asking me to
do all those menial jobs.
But I kept that thought to myself and simply said, "Yes Miss Torres,
I'll finish my last window and then we'll start the wooden floors."
Pat looked at her watch and added, "In fact I'll be back in a couple of
hours to pick Conchita. We both sleep at my parents' house tonight and
are back here bright and early tomorrow. As for you Crissie you can
spend your first night in the apartment. You can make the bed in the
maid's room next to the kitchen and sleep there. Have you brought a
nightie with you?"
"Yes Miss, I thought of that and I packed in my bag a nightie, a change
of underwear and my basic cosmetics."
"How thoughtful of you," Pat said smirking.
"But I don't have a change of uniforms Miss, so I guess I'll have to
wear the same working clothes tomorrow."
Pat smirked again, "Ah, you are wrong in this one sweetie, I thought of
that myself as a good employer and I bought you another uniform dress,
you will find it hanging in the closet in the maid's room."
My eyes sparkled form pleasure, another uniform dress for me? "Oh, thank
you Miss, you are such a good employer, I never expected that." I
exclaimed and as I finished my sentence, I gave a small awkward curtsey.
Pat laughed and Conchita who was witnessing the whole scene started
moving her head and muttered to herself, "Ella es una verdadera
sirvienta!"
Pat continued roaring with laughter, "You heard what Conchita just
muttered Crissie? Do tell me in English please, I want to hear it from
you."
I blushed all over; Pat loved teasing me and clearly enjoyed my
embarrassment.
"She is a true servant, that's what Conchita said Miss."
And who is she, this true servant?" Pat asked still enjoying herself.
I thought to become bold myself now that everything seemed to be out in
the open, in front of Conchita too. "This is me Miss, Crissie your
maid, you muxe mucama!"
This time Pat approached me and gave me a big hug. "That's my girl,
that's my chica," she said as she winked her eye to Conchita giving her
a meaningful look.
Then she clapped her hands. "That's enough chatting girls, back to work
now both of you, when I come back, I want the wooden floor in the three
bedrooms to be all clean and shiny."
"Yes Miss Torres," we both said in unison but only I tried again to give
a small curtsey, Conchita simply bowed her head slightly.
To be continued...
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