William had such a way at drawing her in. After just a few minutes of sweet words, he'd convinced Eliza to strip down to her chemise. His eyes stared at the curvaceous nature of her body. How her breasts caused the chemise to fall perfectly over her hips. How her nipples hardened under the silk fabric. Her skin was so beautiful to him, the brown color becoming even more apparent under the glow of the incandescent lights.

In a heated but sweet rush, the couple found no time to get into bed. Instead William lifted Eliza onto her small kitchen counter, and she sat back resting the palms of her hands behind her. Her head rested on the cabinet above. As she looked into his eyes, slowly she opened her legs to him. The sight of her plump, brown pussy caused him to flinch in his pants. He held her knees, as though to keep her legs apart and take it all in. His blue eyes were in awe of the sight, his pink lips lowered to connect with the beauty.

Eliza's hand lifted, she began pushing against the cabinet above her. Her other hand gripped onto William's hair, further encouraging him to lick and suck the area. Her hips moved back and forth as she met her center with his tongue. As though she were on a seesaw, she constantly moved back and forth, meeting her core with his tongue. He loved the taste, he loved the way his tongue caused her to moan. The sweet symphony of their sounds of passion together filled the air. After several minutes of him stimulating her clit, she released into a shaking orgasm.

William knew the job was done, and so he stood up from the position. Eliza breathlessly watched him as he walked over to the dining table, picking up his homburg hat that he placed on the chair. Then after nodding, he put the hat on his head.

"You're leaving?" Eliza hopped off of the counter. As she stood, she realized her legs needed a moment to gain strength. She gripped the counter behind her, pressing her legs together. The wetness left over from their moment made a sticky, webbed mess between her thighs under her chemise.

"I have to. I've got business to tend to." He told her, which caused her some sorrow. Then he flicked his thumb on her chin, as he usually did. "But you were the first on my list."

After leaving a kiss on her lips, it took only but a few steps to walk out of her small apartment. That left Eliza all alone. She took a shower, then hopped in bed to catch some shut eye. Then she began to get dressed for her second job, putting on her black and white maids uniform.

She walked out of her apartment and down the flights of steps. In the lobby she smiled at the maintenance man. "Hi, Francisco."

He murmured a hello, but quickly walked off. Eliza stopped and looked at the man, wondering why he acted so strange to her all the time. But she figured she couldn't stay and think about that, she had to make her way all the way to the East Side.

She arrived at the building that housed the Buffett family. After letting herself inside, Eliza got to work. Thoroughly cleaning the house. Their kitchen, their living room, the bathrooms. For one family, they had a large space. Their apartment took up two entire floors, and so it was a hassle to get around to everything.

Around her were furniture from the last decade. Relics from the old world. The gothic furniture, the cluttered porcelain objects on claw foot tables, the crystal of the chandeliers. Photos were placed everywhere. On the wall were some circular photos, a curved glass protecting the fuzzy black and white pictures of the family. Some were single portraits, some were taken on vacations in Westchester, others were from cruises.

Eliza picked up one photo of the lady of the house, Miss Marion Buffett. She was a young girl in the photo, a proper Gibson girl. Her hair was wrapped up fluffy upon her head, and a choker of pearls ornamented her neck.

Miss Marion often reminisced about her youth to Eliza. How she was a very beautiful when she was young, and grew up wealthy. Her family being from the south with a history in cotton. She married Mr. Buffett, a European financial tyrant who swept her off her feet. At the age of 17 she left behind her Dixieland girlhood for the fast bustle of New York. And after many kids, the rest was history.

She placed the photo on the table, then picked up the next. She looked at the photo of Alexi Buffet, the man of the house. He wasn't so bad looking in his youth either.

Now the couple were old. Mr. Alexi still worked in oil, which took up his time in the day. Miss Marion often times went to spend time across the street in Gramercy Park. Eliza knew she'd be out for a while, so when it came time to do the master bedroom she looked in Miss Marion's jewelry box.

Her jewels were flashy and ornamental, very reminiscent of the style of the time. It was not only diamonds in her jewelry, but rubies and aquamarines, and peridots. It was a snapshot into the past. Eliza took one particular necklace, a pearl choker that was decorated with three large emeralds. And for a moment she placed it on her neck. She knew she wasn't permitted to do such a thing, but she felt she just had to try it.

She wondered what it would be like to have affluence. To have the entire world at your finger tips. She was willing to work toward it, but she wondered how far she'd get due to the color of her skin. Then Eliza walked to Miss Marion's closet, where she ran her hand along multiple dresses and furs. She plucked one dress that dated to the old century, and allowed her hand to run across the delicate silk.

Then she heard the front door of the apartment open. Quickly, Eliza ran back to the jewelry box. All of the jewelry were open, and it was obvious she was looking through it. She tried to quickly put them back in place. Then she looked in the three-mirrored dresser in front of her. She still had Miss Marion's necklace on her neck! She fought to remove it, her fingers slipping in the process.

Finally the necklace released and she was able to place it back into the box. After shutting up the box, Marion entered the living room.

"Hello, Miss Marion. The apartment's done now." Eliza announced. "You're back early."

"It was a little too cold outside." Miss Marion told Eliza as she stood there. Eliza walked over and helped her remove her fur. "I decided to come back in."

"I understand, Miss Marion." Eliza said as she brought Miss Marion's everyday coat to the closet.

"Eliza, you did a splendid job at keeping things tidy." Miss Marion commented.

"Thank you, Miss Marion." Eliza nodded as she followed her.

"Tell me, Eliza. Have you married yet?" Marion took a seat on one of the old couches of the living room.

"Not yet, Miss Marion." Eliza answered.

"Any family?" She asked.

"No, it's just me in this city. My family is out west." Eliza explained.

"Must get lonely, I suppose." Marion commented.

"I'm mostly okay." Eliza answered. Marion smiled at her.

"Anyway, you've done your work for today." Miss Marion waved. "Go home, now."

"Thank you, Miss Marion." Eliza nodded, finally leaving the apartment. Miss Marion was a kind boss, but had a way of being cold toward her. She couldn't quite figure out what caused her to be that way. Nonetheless, Eliza was happy to finally be able to go home.