She ignored her interrogation and offered her the key to the room. “They are men there, just a few and their apartment need a clean-up.” She said, “Remember to always focus on what you’re there to do,” Sofia remarked, her hands still outstretched, waiting for Isabella to take the key.
“Oh… but am I the only one that is supposed to go to the room for the cleanup?” Isabella asked, feeling frightened to be cleaning a room where a bunch of men are. What if something happened to her and they were too late to save her?
Sofia rolled her eyes. She knew Isabella was right; she isn’t supposed to go alone to clean the room on her own since one person isn’t capable of doing that. Sofia didn’t care anyways; Isabella should have known what she was getting herself into when she accepted the job in the first place. Besides, who would want to seduce a fat, middle class woman like her? Thinking of it just made Sofia whole body shudder in disgust. “If you don’t want it, I can give it to someone else” She tried to take back the key, but Isabella snatched the key out from her grasp.
“No, no, I will do it,” Isabella said, although she was scared of going there alone. She tried to motivate herself and assured herself that nothing could go wrong. She won’t let anything bad happen to her.
“Good, and make sure you clean the room properly,” Sofia said and Isabella nodded. “Hey you,” she called out to one of the cleaners that just came out of the elevator with a cart in her hand.
The lady pushed the cart along with her as she approached the receptionist.
“Give it to her,” Sofia ordered, and the lady bowed her head slightly before she departed, leaving the cart behind. “There is a spray and everything you need to use for cleaning inside,” she said, and Isabella looked inside the cart and saw the cleaning tools and equipment were all inside. “Now get out of my sight,” she ordered, going back to work as she began to type on the computer in front of her.
With the way Sofia behaves cold towards her, Isabella couldn’t decide who was ruder; the receptionist or her boss. She discreetly rolled her eyes and began to push the cart to the elevator. She entered the elevator and pressed the 25th floor button before it closed. She turned to the mirror, which was cling to the wall in the elevator. She began to check herself out through the mirror as she adjust her dress, pulling it down a bit just to reach her knees since it was way too short. She brushed her hair backwards to smoothen it, then pinned her lace cap perfectly on her hair and took a step to check herself out; the outfit really did fit her perfectly and complement her curvy body.
The elevator opened, and Isabella came out, pushing the cart along with her. She felt chills all over her body as she walked down the corridor. The whole place was cool due to the air conditioning and quiet as well. There were different big doors at either side of the wall as she walked through the long corridor, searching for room 25. She kept scanning each door’s number until she found room25 and unlocked the door with the key.
Isabella felt a little uneasy about being the only one here alone in this environment that she felt like running away. She breaths, she had already signed up for this… At-least she will get paid after everything; that’s all that matters.
Isabella comported herself by taking all her thoughtful fears away and straightened down her uniform. Leonardo had told her she needed to look nice to attract the client, which she was doing. She took a deep breath then knocked twice at the door and waited patiently for the door to open. She put a smile on her face as the door opened.
A middle-aged old man with gray hair was holding the door slightly open with one hand, and his other hand was placed above the entrance of the door frame. He was old but looked healthy and well-shaped. He was strong and masculine. He had a wrinkled face, white hair, and a long beard which showed he was aging. He must be in his middle sixties just by looking at his shirtless muscular body.
The old-man observes her for a moment then lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her breast.
Isabella stepped back a bit instinctively when she noticed him staring down on her boobs. She bowed her head, saying, “Good day sir, I’m here for cleaning”. She lifted her head to look at the old-man and she felt uncomfortable with the way his eyes were still fixed on her breasts as if he wanted to devour them. So disgusting. She never expected this from him.
It’s her fault; she blamed herself for having such a big breast that could attract men. And also this shameless old-man here.
“Sei nuovo?” He asked to be sure she was really working here. He hasn’t seen any women like her around here working. He has mostly seen only a slim, sexy, attractive white woman with little or small boobs work around here. Isabella’s presence seems like a shock to him. “Are you new here?” in English.
“Non capisci l’italia?”. He asked when he saw the confused look on Isabella’s face; She was trying to figure out what he was saying but couldn’t. “You don’t understand Italy?” In English.
“Sir, please I don’t understand what you are saying.” Isabella said.
The man was about to speak but was interrupted.
“Arrivederci”, the female voice sounded from inside. “Goodbye”. In English.
The old-man quickly dropped his hand from the door and averted his gaze to the woman who was approaching the door.
A young-looking lady who was dressed extravagantly came in. She was looking so young and beautiful.
Isabella thought she was his daughter until she saw the lady lean closer to the old-man and kissed him on the lips. ‘Or maybe her sugar daddy’. Isabella thought.
“Ci vediamo ancora papà,” the lady said as she disengaged from the kiss with a grin. “See you again, daddy” in English.
The old-man leaned in and kissed her again on the lips, this time more deeply, before letting her go. He was unconcerned about Isabella’s presence in front of them. They didn’t seem to value her presence, possibly because she didn’t understand what they were saying.
“Vieni di nuovo bambina,” He said as they break up their kiss, and the lady chuckle. “Come again, baby girl,” In English.
Isabella felt the urge to leave at the moment since this was getting too much that she could take. She stepped aside and waited for the lady to walk through.
The lady smiled at her, and Isabella bowed her head, scared of being caught stealing a glance at her as she walked away.
As the lady passed through the door, the old-man spanked her ass, and she yelped, then muffled a moan and walked away, swaggering her hips for him while the old-man watched her until she faded away into the elevator then blew a kiss at her.
Isabella almost threw up but comported herself. “I should leave too”, She said, turning to leave.
“Hey Isabella…come in and clean”, the man spoke in English.
Isabella stops then turns to look at him.
“Che cosa stai aspettando? vieni dentro signorina!” the man spoke in an Italian language, which she couldn’t understand. “What are you waiting for come inside miss!” He moved aside as he opened the door wide enough for her to come in.
Isabella didn’t understand him, but she assumed he was gesturing to her to come inside. She swallowed hard as she looked in and saw two old-men inside the penthouse suite, seated on the couch. They both have strong jawline with a well-trimmed beard, and a white hair that flopped over to one side of their face. She felt totally uncomfortable that she was going to be working alone in a room with this two old-men inside.
Isabella took a deep breath in and held the cart, pushing it slowly before stepping into the penthouse.
The house was messed up and had empty packs of condoms and used condoms widely scattered around the floor. Are these old-men really this filthy? She thought. The whole place was smelling of sex and cigarette.
The old-man behind her turned back to check her out.
Isabella quickly turned around to face him because she felt as if he was following her from behind. She caught him staring seductively at her while he locked the door. The lustful gaze he held in his eyes, made her feel insecure and uncomfortable.
Her heart skipped a beat when the door shut, but she quickly calmed down as she turned to face the two men in front of her who were seated on the couch. They were both watching a movie on the television. “I came to clean the house”, She said and they both nodded, giving her a go ahead.
One of the old-man seated on the couch raised a question, “Non capisce l’Italia?” He asked and they laughed. “She doesn’t understand Italy?” In English. It was rare to find someone who couldn’t understand their language here.
Isabella wondered what was so funny. Is it possible that her dress looked ridiculous on her? She felt the urge to ask while they were laughing but she remembered Sofia warnings; to focus on what she had come here to do.
“Go on and do your work.” The other man seated on the couch ordered, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Isabella nodded then brought out the wiper and spray from the cart before she walked to the wall and started doing her job. She sprayed the paper-craft that was pinned to the surface and used the wiper to clean.
“Sarebbe così facile fare a modo nostro con lei.” The second man on the couch said. “It would be so easy to have our way with her.” In English.
” Scopiamola,” The moment the old-man, who was standing at the door said, “Let’s fuck her”, In English, he locked the door and discreetly took out the key from the doorknob then dipped it into his pocket before he returned to sit on the couch.
The way the three old-men spoke their language and smirked at each other was suspicious to Isabella. It was as if they were planning something bad.
She could feel their eyes staring at her back lustfully from behind as she was cleaning in front of them. Isabella began wondering if she was safe being alone with them.