Because one of the characters begins the story as an immigrant who does not speak English, I clarify that she will speak in broken English and that the parts written in italics are said in "Spanish".
Marriage of convenience 01
That April morning in 1987 started out as warm and full of life as any other that same month. The sun slowly rose over the horizon, fading with its golden light the few shadows that still clung to the mountains and the town, giving Royal Woods a magical and peaceful appearance that can only be appreciated for a few moments at dawn and dusk.
The thousands of birds, which had just returned from their respective egg-laying migrations, awoke surrounded by the hungry chirping of their chicks as soon as the entire firmament was filled with bright sunlight. On the outskirts of town, just like the birds, Liam Hunnicutt finished waking up and set out to begin the workday on his farm, one of many that were just discovering how easily soybeans adapt to Michigan's cold weather.
Contrasting the dense pine forest that gave it its name and bordered the edges of town -a place where the many wild animals awoke with grace and serenity- the new interstate heading into Detroit and other large cities to the south was already beginning to fill up with hundreds of rude and hurried drivers. One of those rude and hurried drivers was Chandler McCann, who was already twenty minutes late and whose boss, his father, had told him last week that he would be fired as soon as he was late again.
But even the town of Royal Woods itself was already beginning to buzz with activity. Young paperboys were pedaling at full speed on their bicycles through the residential areas while tossing the most recent copy of The Royal Woods Informer at the doors, and not a few windows, of every home in sight, and Rusty Spookes, also known as "the unlucky milkman," was driving his white truck while delivering the also white drink to not a few attractive and single women...but as his nickname indicated, none of them were interested in him.
In one of the most densely populated areas of the entire town, just over the main street, in an old, red-walled, three-story building, Tabitha "Tabby" Adlon was already locking the door to her second-floor apartment to head to her job at the vinyl record and musical instrument store a few blocks away, ready, like everyone else in town, to start her day off on the right foot.
Due to the perpetual bustle that enveloped the area, her parents never stopped trying to convince her to move elsewhere, but Tabby always told them that it would be extremely difficult to find another place to live so close to downtown and all the job opportunities that were only available there, plus her apartment was perfect for her, or at least it seemed that way to the young woman; the rooms were spacious and had high ceilings, the hardwood floors were in perfect condition, the thick walls managed to insulate almost any noise coming from outside and the hot water barely cut off or cooled down. In truth, Tabby loved her home... but she had to admit that not everything in the building was perfect.
"What do you mean that you don't have any money?!" an angry female voice shouted in broken English from the stairs to the second floor.
As soon as she heard it, all of Tabby's muscles froze with something very much like terror, preventing her from rushing back to open the door and fleeing inside her apartment as she planned to do.
"Look girl, I'm a little short on money right now. I'll pay you next month, okay?" replied the characteristic husky voice of her upstairs neighbor, with a tone of extreme disinterest that
Tabby already found equally characteristic.
Before Tabby managed to coordinate herself at least enough to even be able to exhale the air that was still inside her chest, down the stairs that connected the three floors of the building to the first floor appeared an albino face, the bearded visage of her neighbor, an extremely serious and ill-faced guy who always wore shirts in a very specific shade of orange.
With dark circles under his apathetic and indifferent eyes, with thick, coarse hair peeking out from between the buttons of his old shirt at chest level, which covered both his forearms and almost all of his 6'2" strong body, Lincoln Loud looked more like a retired porn star than a writer of mystery and science fiction stories for the graphic-novel publisher Wunderbar.
"No! No okay! You owe me two months already! You pay now!" barked the angry voice of Ronalda Santiago, a petite, brown-skinned woman who had worked for the past year as the albino's maid.
Both the man and the woman passed Tabby, who was still frozen outside her apartment in fear, and shouting at each other they continued up the stairs to the top floor of the building; Lincoln's apartment.
"Well, what if I paid you with something else instead of money? How about my watch?" Lincoln pointed to the old wristwatch he'd gotten from a garage sale for a few dollars.
"No. Nice watch, but not enough. You owe me more. You know…more! Much more."
Finally, in front of his apartment, Lincoln opened the door and entered his home before kicking it shut, not waiting for the maid to follow him inside. Ronalda, however, was already expecting her employer to do that so she hurried through before the door hit her in the nose.
Seeing that he had been unable to get rid of the Latina, Lincoln had no choice but to continue negotiating a way to pay her.
"Well, I can't pay you with dollars this month, so tell me what do you want in exchange for leaving me alone?"
That question certainly took the woman by surprise, but being aware that she would never have an opportunity as good as this one, she didn't take even half a second to answer.
"Me, illegal immigrant. The best thing for me is to get married so I don't get deported. I don't want to go back Mexico. If you do with me marriage you pay off debt and I do for free everything you want every day for year until divorce."
Hearing his maid speak, a smirk settled on Lincoln's face; that idiot immigrant had just confessed to him that she was an illegal! Getting rid of her would be as easy as picking up the phone and calling the police... although upon taking a slightly better look at the thin blouse she was wearing, so full in the breast area, the white-haired man was convinced that maybe he could get something more out of his maid before getting rid of her.
"I don't think so. I know it is said that women from your country are experts in bed affairs, but you are quite short and very bitter, and I am turned on by voluptuous and passionate women. I would only marry a woman with those characteristics."
Ronalda didn't let that discourage her.
"I fuck better than ten white woman together," assured Ronalda, and hearing that answer, Lincoln knew he had managed to deceive her. "I used to live in home town. After few weeks all the boys come after me. Nothing the others. Me become famous. The others envy me. The others beat me. Three of them. Me, alone. They more than me. They older than me. Big fight. Them bad in bed, bad in fight. Them lose. Them crying and asking for forgiveness. Then them being mine in bed many, many times."
The sneer disappeared from Lincoln's face, as he really didn't expect to hear something like that. He especially never thought his sullen maid was capable of that last part!
At the start of his plan, Lincoln had only hoped to trick the stupid Latina into letting him have sex with her only to report her to immigration after that... but the smile Ronalda was now giving him gave away that it was he who had fallen into her trap and not the other way around.
Knowing she had her employer right where she wanted him, Ronalda kept talking.
"Since then I in charge in the home town. You see. Me, short, yes, but very fiery and strong. All Mexican women are very, very fiery and I am even more so. You, bigger and stronger, of course, but I can dominate you. Cleaning up I found your perverted magazines under the bed. I know what you like. You like leather and whips? You want domination and get dominated? You want sex very violent? You want all that every day for a year and for free?"
His face flushed with the knowledge that his secret fetish had been discovered, Lincoln had to make great efforts not to smile, partly out of disbelief and partly out of a growing interest in those words. That petite dead fly didn't even reach his collarbones, but she still claimed to be able to dominate him in bed!
Lincoln thought about calling the police on the spot and thus ridding himself of his growing problem with the maid, but he couldn't help taking a second glance at the woman in front of him. With bushy eyebrows and crooked front teeth, Ronalda was somewhat ugly of face, but she had thick, striking lips, her brown eyes had an intense glint that gave her gaze a fierce, defiant look, the lustrous black hair that fell in a ponytail almost to her waist gave off a sweet, intense scent that could only be compared in charm to her naturally tanned, gleaming skin. The Latina's petite body revealed, beneath the truly seductive softness of her curves, a firm, lean, almost muscular build. Her breasts, though by no means small, looked as firm and shapely as those of a teenager and her full ass always managed to divert Lincoln's gaze whenever she bent over. The maid was dressed understated as usual; jeans and blouse, no frills or jewelry, but truth be told, she could still stand out from the crowd.
As the albino, still undecided, studied her body from the bottom to top, Ronalda slowly began to take different provocative poses and when his eyes met hers again, Lincoln discovered that she was challenging him with her gaze, licking her lips before sitting on the couch spreading her legs and wiggling. Lincoln decided to take advantage of this newly presented opportunity.
"Then I propose a deal. If you can dominate me like you say you can, I'll marry you. Otherwise, I'll spread your legs right here before I throw you out on the street. Agreed?"
Hearing this, Ronalda's smile deepened and her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.
"All right. You laugh now, but later you cry and I rule".
Lincoln approached the little Latina and she stood up.
In all honesty, Lincoln had no intention of hurting her. He only planned to grab her by the neck, maybe shake her a little after a brief struggle, lay her down on the couch, open her shirt, spread her legs, shove his cock all the way in, and have a good time at her expense. Unfortunately for him, the Latina had other plans.
An iron-like foot impacted like a shot into Lincoln's stomach, causing the incredulous albino to fall to the ground with both hands covering his belly.
Without wasting any time, Ronalda began to kick him in the back and arms, which had barely managed to react fast enough to cover his pale face from the beating. However, and still taken by surprise by the attack, Lincoln managed to grab with one of his hands a foot that was heading for his face to crack his skull, and pulling it, he made her fall.
With both of them now on the floor, they both rolled around in a cloud of kicks and punches until Lincoln managed to end up on top of her and taking advantage of his newfound advantage managed to slap his attacker. Ronalda responded to the slap with her fists, managing to connect a right hook to his jaw that knocked him down, leaving them both again on their sides on the carpeted floor, but this didn't slow them down either as they continued attacking each other with kicks and fists until they were able to get back on their feet facing each other.
Lincoln took advantage of his longer arms and sent her to the ground with one punch, but she was back on her feet in a second. Another punch had the same effect, three, four, seven times Lincoln managed to knock his smaller rival down with a single blow, but she got back up like a spring-loaded doll after each time. With her thin, muscular arms tensed and her fists clenched, Ronalda managed to connect a jab to Lincoln's face that promised to give him a black eye.
Thanks to the shot of adrenaline that that punch gave him, Lincoln managed to gather enough strength to shake off the pain and punch her again, but the she-devil got up again and hit back. Three more times they exchanged blows just like that, but on the fourth time, it was Lincoln who went down.
Lincoln, unlike Ronalda, didn't have enough time to get up. The cinnamon-skinned woman fell on top of him, attacking him with her knees and fists as soon as his back hit the ground.
Still, Lincoln managed to get on his stomach and place both hands on the back of his neck to protect himself from as many blows and kicks as possible and remained like that for almost a full minute, until he felt her mount on his back so that she could hit him better. Only then did he decide to act and as fast as he could get down on all fours to get her off him. Ronalda failed to react in time so she fell to the ground with all the grace of a cement sack and Lincoln took advantage of this golden opportunity to pin her between his arms and the floor, leaving them both in a much more violent version of the missionary position.
Burning with desire and excitement like never before, Lincoln tightened his grip on her body before he began to rub himself against his prisoner, rubbing his crotch against hers as Ronalda tried her best to free herself from the painful embrace in which the albino had trapped her.
Just for that reason, Ronalda could not turn her head in time to dodge Lincoln's lips when they claimed her mouth in a voracious kiss, a kiss that had more in common with a bite than with a gesture of love. With both arms and legs pinned, Ronalda could do nothing to prevent the kiss from lasting more than two minutes.
Everything seemed to be in favor of the albino when he grabbed her blouse, causing the buttons of the garment to burst, thus committing a mistake from which he would not recover; for his lust was so great that Lincoln never noticed that by tearing off her clothes he had released his prey when she was not yet defeated.
Discovering that she suddenly had one of her arms free, Ronalda used all her strength in a punch that managed to land in the middle of the albino's face.
Lincoln was half stunned by that blow that he was no longer expecting and Ronalda took advantage of it to shake him off.
They got up at the same time, but Lincoln managed to finish a little higher thanks to his height advantage and threw a straight punch to the mouth of the maid who had challenged him, managing to almost make her fall against one of the walls of the living room. There he chased her with a hook to the liver and another one to the stomach. Ronalda, because of the shorter reach of her fists, missed a jab to the albino's chin and had to endure a retaliatory blow that bruised one of her eyes.
Lincoln thought he had won once again when he felt his nose being crushed by a blow that seemed to come out of nowhere. Knowing she was at a disadvantage, Ronalda began to throw punches like a madwoman as she tried to escape from the wall where she was cornered.
Feeling blood trickle from his lips, Lincoln began to punish with his fists the ribs of his petite rival. The first blow caused Ronalda to wince in pain, but the others seemed to have little to no effect.
Little by little, blow by blow, Ronalda pushed Lincoln back. He had his position, his weight, and his size in his favor, but none of that could prevent Ronalda from freeing herself from her disadvantaged position and pushing him by blows to the center of the room where Lincoln decided to stand. His honor as a man demanded it. He could no longer back down in front of that miniature bitch.
He imagined her defeated and naked on the floor, legs spread wide, moaning and crying with helplessness as he fucked her. That thought multiplied his strength and for four or five minutes the living room witnessed a storm of punches and kicks of incomparable bestiality until a kick to the chin sent Lincoln flying to the carpet and right into the realm of dreams.
When Lincoln awoke, more than five minutes had passed, he was completely naked and Ronalda was sitting on his chest, looking at him with an amused expression.
"You lose! Now we engaged. We getting married! Me, your wife. You, my husband."
Hearing those words, Lincoln felt a terrifying sensation, much like vertigo...or a monumental turn-on, run through his stomach.
"Hey, wait a minute! We can't get married just like that."
"You promise."
"I was joking."
"Our fight was no joke. Your fists no joke. My fists no joke. You face remember that?" Ronalda insisted, sitting on his neck and crushing Lincoln's face with her groin. Through the fabric of her pants, her sex felt wet and hot. "Now you will keep your promise. Me, good wife, good in the kitchen, good in the house, good in a fight, very good in bed," she added with a lascivious expression, tearing off what was left of her blouse with one hand.
"Well… if that's the way it is, let's celebrate"
"Not until the wedding."
"But that will take months while we organize it properly. Why wait?"
"Because you are a man who lies a lot, and because my fists are the better."
"Well, let's see about that."
When Ronalda tried to react, Lincoln pulled her off him and whipped her against the floor, and ripped her bra off. Her firm, tan breasts swung free as Lincoln attacked the zipper of her jeans. The first half of the zipper gave way, but before he could finish unzipping it, Ronalda drove the heel of her left foot into his ribs.
Lincoln was about to let her go, but he managed to hold her by the neck and slammed her to the floor once again. Ronalda moaned in pain and Lincoln slammed her again. Ronalda's resistance crumbled and Lincoln finally let go of her neck so he could finish ripping off her pants. Underneath them, and true to her style, she was wearing some very ordinary, but practical, gray panties. Lincoln was about to take them when suddenly Ronalda intertwined her two legs with his arm, threatening to break his elbow and thus forcing him to leave her underwear alone.
Seeing the opportunity, Ronalda tried to stand up, but Lincoln managed to grab her by her long hair and threw her back to the ground. He then pulled her head up and holding her firmly by her braid, began to hit her as if she were a boxing pear. Ronalda was already unconscious when Lincoln finally grabbed her panties and ripped off the last covering of her womanhood.
The maid, however, had amazing stamina. Within a couple of minutes, she was regaining consciousness. Lincoln was on his knees beside her, and all he was wearing were the torn remnants of Ronalda's panties, hanging from his erect penis like an eccentric ornament.
"Come on, sleepyhead. We still have the tiebreaker to go and we don't have all day," she looked at him in amazement.
"You don't rape me?"
"No, I fight fair," a shadow of discomfort passed fleetingly across Lincoln's face as he heard his maid's words. "Besides, we're only even. Do you feel like continuing?"
"The day I don't have the will to fight, I won't deserve my name."
"And what's so special about your stupid name?"
"It was my great-grandmother's name!" And after roaring that, Ronalda launched herself at Lincoln with a ferocity even greater than that of a hungry tigress. Using her feet and fists, she drove him relentlessly backward until she had driven him out of the living room and cornered him at the end of the hallway leading to the exit door. At the edge of his strength, Lincoln managed to land a blow to the base of her stomach that momentarily knocked the wind out of her.
"So what if your stupid great-grandmother had the same fucking name? I bet she was just another stupid bean-eater whore!"
Ronalda's eyes blazed with fury. Before Lincoln could comprehend his mistake, such a surge of blows fell upon him that only the wall behind him kept him from falling.
Lincoln desperately tried to defend himself and it was only after connecting another blow to the Latina's temple that he managed to escape from the hallway and return to the living room. Ronalda chased him there and finished him off with a kick to the head that ended him for good.
Lincoln awoke ten minutes later feeling something soft, warm, and very wet rubbing hard against his face. It was the pubis of the maid, the defiant maid who was now his fiancée! Sensing that the albino had just awakened, Ronalda gripped her vanquished rival's face much harder before rubbing it with renewed impetus against her clitoris until she collapsed amid moans of pleasure. When Lincoln tried to lie on top of her to finally fuck her, she rejected him.
"No. Wait for the wedding."
"But we are already engaged!"
"Whatever, you wait for the wedding. Not before."
"You've already had your fun! Why shouldn't I?"
"Because my fists are the better!"
Lincoln gave the only possible response in the circumstance. He launched an upward hook at Ronalda's tits that made her howl in pain as her left breast was thrown upward to almost touching her jaw, and then he drove a hook into her liver that bent her in two. Lincoln tried to kick her as she lay on the carpet, but the Latina rolled across the floor and clung to his legs making him fall too. They rolled around in a confusion of punches, kicks, and swears in two languages until Ronalda ended on top of him again and proceeded to smash his face with a barrage of blows that made him lose consciousness again.
When the albino awoke one last time, not only did he find that the maid was masturbating with his face once more, but now Ronalda also had a firm grip on his painfully erect cock, thus preventing him from resisting once again until she was done enjoying herself.
And knowing that he could no longer resist, Ronalda used the albino's face to orgasm not once, but three times.
It wasn't until after she was done having fun at his expense that Lincoln realized he got caught in his own trap, and that instead of getting quick and easy sex with a stupid immigrant, it was she who had gotten what she wanted from her employer.
In the apartment downstairs, and after listening to all the bickering and fighting of her crazy neighbors, a completely terrified Tabby, overcome with nerves, was busily counting the little money she had saved after months of work, already completely convinced that she had to move somewhere else.
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