The Mexican Housekeeper

This is my first attempt at a story so be gentle.


I am a 34 year old middle class overweight white guy that works at a local hotel because the economy and outsourcing to Mexico forced me out of a much better job. Like most hotels it is owned by a middle eastern family, who are very tight and don’t want to pay anyone anything. Which leads me to Mary, Mary is a 13 year old Mexican illegal who they let work nights. In exchange for cleaning rooms the owner lets her family stay in a housekeepers suite. She only works at night cleaning rooms that were late check outs so the public doesn’t see her. This being a semi rural area her family usually work odd jobs for different farmers and whoever will hire them and are rarely there.

Mary is a sweet girl, very religious, slender, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, about 5′- 5’1”, and a developing body and smile that gives me a rise every time she walks by or sees me to get her assignments.

Pretty early in my shift I checked a rather grumpy old business traveler into room#322 being the computer said it was clean and ready. Shortly thereafter he came back down luggage in tow, and gave me the riot act because the room had never been cleaned. I apologized stroked his ego a little bit gave him a better room and got him on his way. I checked to see who was supposed to clean that room and it was Mary. Apparently it was added to her list as she was finishing her other rooms and she never checked to see if there was an updated list.

My first thought was oh well Mexicans lost a job for me so C-Ya she would be fired for sure. But just then the more deviant side me took over.

Mary was wandering the hotel doing chores and the such, so I paged her to the front desk. She showed up promptly expecting an assignment. I told her we need to go check on a room, I grabbed the key I had previously made for the occupant and had her follow me to #322. She seemed kind of puzzled as to why we were there, I asked her if she cleaned this room and of course she said no, she even had her list she produced from the tight close fitting pocket of her jeans. “Look dis room no on list!”. I showed her the updated list that she forgot to check and she immediately broke into tears. “No no Hardev (the owner) will see dat customer moved and will see why..sob..and me and parents will be kicked out…sob..what will we do? My parents need place to live..sob..”. She was in absolute hysterics. Her tears making her brown eyes glimmer and her perfect tan skin to glisten as it became wet with more tears. Then came the magic words I wanted to hear, “Please don’t let Hardev find out I will do anything…please!”.

She had her back to me still sobbing, I approached her from behind and and started to slide the straps of her tank top to the side.