Isabella focused on cleaning the glassy wall and the photo frame while the old men stared at her from behind as they engaged themselves in a deep conversation.
“Questo è il motivo per cui amo le donne di colore ” (This is why I love black women). One of the old men moaned quietly as his cock hardened inside his pants. “Voglio scoparla; il suo culo mi fa diventare duro” (“I want to fuck her; her ass makes me grow hard”)” He added.
“Ho sentito che donne nere tettone come lei sono molto più calde e anche molto brave a letto ” (I heard busty black women like her are way hotter and also very good in bed)” the other one said, and all of them nodded in agreement.
“Of course,” they all agreed.
“Mi piacerebbe assaggiare la figa di una donna di colore” (I would love to taste a black woman’s pussy)” the second old man said.
“Mi piacerebbe scopare la sua figa” (I would love to fuck her pussy),” the third man added.
“Se viene qui a pulire la tavola, la prendo e la scopo subito” (If she comes here to clean the table, I’ll get hold of her and fuck her at once).” The first man said it, and they all nodded in agreement, having set up their plans to molest her.
Isabella could hear them whisper behind her from where she stood. She felt as if they were plotting an evil plan among themselves since they were speaking in an unusual language. She wondered if this was a sign that she wasn’t safe here.
Isabella glanced over her shoulder to check if any of them had made any stupid move to approach her, but instead, she caught them all staring avidly at her. Her mind was telling her to leave immediately, and her body was becoming increasingly uneasy as their lustful gaze locked on her body. She would have left if she had a choice, but leaving this job behind means losing her money. She worries about her mom so much and needs the money, so she can’t risk losing this job. She shoved the thought out of her mind, but it still kept bothering her. She returned to work and paid no attention to it. She didn’t care to bother herself since it was none of her business. She was more focused on what she had come here to do, which was to work. She finished cleaning the wall and walked to the coffee table.
When they saw her approaching, the old-men averted their gaze to the television and pretended to be watching the movie showing on the television.
“Sir, can I clean the table?” Isabella asked. She wanted to be sure she wasn’t going to block their gaze from the TV or distract them when cleaning the coffee table.
One of the old men slowly nodded his head, and a half smile appeared on his lips. “Go ahead and clean the table, honey,” he responded.
“Or how about you clean up naked?” The second man suggested with a lewd expression on his face.
“We’d pay to see that.” They all laughed in agreement.
“Women are willing to do anything for money.” The third man added
Isabella was frightened and shocked at his response. Why would he call her that? Not to mention what these two men just said? She shook her head, not wanting to think about it any longer. She assumed everything was just a joke and a kind gesture. She bent down slightly to sprinkle some of the spray on the table before she began using the wiper to swipe the table clean before them.
The old man’s gaze was drawn to her cleavage, which was revealing through the gaping hole of her collared dress. Their cocks grew harder and harder, pressing painfully against their pants as they stared hungrily at her breast. The two old-men cleared their throats and darted their gazes over her face as one of them groaned in his pain.
Isabella stole a glance in their direction and noticed the bulge in their pants. They all appeared uneasy, sitting on the couch with their hands clenched on each side, struggling for a release.
They spoke for a moment, saying, “Non posso più aspettare; Vorrei afferrare una manciata di quelle tette” (I can’t wait any longer; I wish to grab a handful of those boobs.)” The man said through gritted teeth.
“Fottiamola già” (Let’s fuck her already)”, they agreed, and they kept silent, waiting for one of them to make the first move.
Before one of them could stretch out his hand to touch her, Isabella straightened up from the table.
“Can you all move to the other chair, please?” Isabella pleaded with them, as she needed a little space to clean the other side of the table.
“Be free and clean the table,” the other responded.
Isabella nodded her head then slowly adjusted her dress, pulling it farther down to her knees, before she walked around the table and stopped in front of them. She sat down on her knees and began to clean the table, while the men who sat on the couch behind her placed their hand on their cock and rubbed their bulge through their pants. She pushed the table further, then bent down with her ass jutting up to clean the underside of the coffee table.
“Fuck! Her sexy ass,” One of them groaned silently, then reached forth to rub his hand against it.
Immediately Isabella felt a hand on her, she gasped in shock before turning her head to look at them. At first, she thought it was a mistake, so she went back down to continue what she was doing.
The man spanked her ass and groped them softly again.
Shockingly, Isabella jolted up to her feet and turned to look at them. She was stunned. Did this old man just spank her? She looked at the three of them furiously, trying to figure out who among them would spank her ass, but they were all grinning hard at her. She realized it wasn’t a mistake but a purposeful action. She should have known all along that this old men just wanted to take advantage of her.
There was only one thought that came to her mind when she saw that naughty look on their faces: RUN!
“I think I should leave,” Isabella said, making a move toward the door.
One of the men stood up and grabbed her by the wrist, trying to stop her from leaving, but was shocked at what he received.
Isabella spun around quickly and slapped him so hard that his face twitched to one side. She freed her hand from his grip, turned to the door, and scooted towards it in panic before they could get her.
“What the fuck, she slapped me!” With his hand on his assaulted cheek, the man groaned angrily.
Isabella got to the door and began struggling to open it. She twisted the knob, but it refused to open. Her heart thundered hard against her chest as she whimpered silently, “Come on, please, open.” She begged, battling with the door and looking back to see if they were after her; neither of them had stood up to stop her from leaving. She twisted the door knob and pulled harder but couldn’t open the door, no matter how hard she tried. It became too late when she realized the door had been locked and the key wasn’t anywhere near the door. She checked her pocket, but she couldn’t find the key. They stole it from her.
The man who had been slapped stomped towards her. He grasped Isabella’s hair tightly from behind and yanked on her hair.
Isabella gasped, leaning her head back on his shoulder to try to ease the pressure on her scalp.
“Do you think you can get away, huh?” Ram asked as he grabbed her left breast, squeezing it tightly through her dress.
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. She squirmed against him, trying to get away, but he tugged on her hair tightly to hold her still while he squeezed her breast aggressively. He was grunting loudly against her ear, making her feel irritated about an old man’s touch-old enough to be her father.
“Nice boobs.” He said, his voice trembling from shivering while holding her breast in his hand.