FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

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Postby blurmy » Sat Nov 18, 2017 3:11 am

Can't wait to see how deep under cover Sheila goes!
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Sat Nov 18, 2017 12:46 pm

Hello Div & Blurmy,

Thank you for reading the story.

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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Sat Nov 18, 2017 1:09 pm

Marco arrived at Sheila’s flat a few minutes after midnight, coming in through the back entrance as usual.

“I don’t have to be to court until 10:30 tomorrow, there’s an earlier case but I’ve given it to my assistant, this way we’ll have more time together.”

Marco nodded, scoping out Sheila’s appearance, he was impressed on how well she presented herself for his visit.

Sheila’s mane was once again in a ponytail but arranged lower and without hairspray keeping her locks in place, and minus cosmetics, Sheila looked rather apathetic.

Sheila waved Marco on, escorting him into the kitchen, “I’ve been working very hard getting into character…”

Sheila’s clothes were boldly atypical to what she would normally wear; a black tube top and flashy multicolored shorts, her potbelly riding over the waistband.

“….I nibbled throughout majority of the day, nothing extreme but I called my maid and had her pick me up some Mexican pastries and that she shouldn’t be worried about dinner, I was going to have take-out. I arrived home at around six, ate the pastries and then before coming here, stopped off at that place we dined last night. That food is awful but I finished the entire Mexican Supreme Meal or whatever they call it.”

Sheila emphasized how stuffed she felt by smacking her belly, “Damn, I hate the idea of getting fat, even if it’s for a little while.”

“I think you look sexy”, Marco admitted, preferring Sheila looking undistinguished rather than sophisticated.

Sheila slipped her hand into the cabinet, removing a bottle of top priced tequila, “As soon as I made it here I took a nap, then while waiting for you I sporadically viewed Telemundo.”


“I admire how you’re willing to see this through”, Marco said as Sheila poured the tequila into a pair of nice size glasses.

“Way I see it, this bust will make my career, I’ll reach the pinnacle much faster than I expected!” Sheila arrogantly smiled as she handed Marco his glass.

They clang their glasses together, Sheila wrapping her arm around Marco’s waist as they sipped the expensive liquor.

“All good except stop sounding so smart and make a habit of talking Spanish”, Marco instructed her, “Even when you’re thinking, use Spanish.”

Shelia nodded, Marco giving her a kiss, subsequently adding, “And I think when you use English, butcher the language. You okay with that?”

Marco deliberately suggested the idea not only for her benefit in going undercover but having her relegated into the familiar type of female he readily entertained. Sheila was less intimidating and far more appealing without all her pomp and circumstance.

“Si, me try. Me try very, very hard, Marco”, Sheila cutely grinned like she didn’t have a brain in her head.

“Before we take it into bedroom, you take my picture for ID card?” Sheila continued the charade.
“I put on makeup, first. Look pretty, like real America girl, no?”

Marco chuckled as he pulled out his cell phone, “Stand over there, no makeup. You need to look natural, okay, Sasha.”

“That’s my undercover name, Sasha?” Sheila said after taking a step back, Marco taking her photograph.

“Yes, you’re now Sasha Martinez, originally born in Mexico, recently arriving in Los Angeles from Texas.” Marco informed Sheila. “If anybody asks about where you grew up, say it was a small Mexican village that isn’t on the map. You never went to school and worked in the fields since a young child.”

“I’m totally illiterate then?” Sheila squinted.

“Bred in poverty and incompetent other than menial labor, understand?”

Sheila inched herself within Marco’s space, she fluttered her eyes and smiled, “Si, Marco. You find your woman good job, nice place to live?”

Marco seized Sheila by the waist, “You’ll be working in this bar and grill, the manager is a friend, he has you working in the kitchen and maybe being a waitress. You’ll make $4.75 an hour plus tips.”

“That’s not lot but it’s not like it’s my choice in a career…” Sheila replied.
“Well, you’re illegal and he knows it. The dupe won’t work otherwise; an American born Mexican might tip the Panamanians off.”

Sheila kissed Marco, congratulating him, “You’re very clever, smart idea.”

“I’m glad you finally admit it!” Marco brazenly grinned.

Marco then told Sheila, “The flat I got you isn’t much, especially compared to this apartment or your home. Matter of fact your landlord has chickens in his yard. But it’s nice; I usually reserve this place for out of town company.”

Sheila understood, “Drug smugglers.”

“All types of people but yeah, mostly my partners down south you might say”, Marco nodded, “Two bedrooms, nice size front room, small kitchen and bath. I’ll be staying with you until things are all set and business is taken care of.”

Shelia ran her fingertips down the length of Marco’s face, “You make it sound like I’ll be away for quite duration of time, how long is this going to take?”

Marco strengthened the hold on Sheila’s waist, “I can’t rush things, a week, ten days.”
“That’s longer than I thought, how will I explain my absence away from the office…” Sheila worriedly droned.

Marco sensed Sheila was getting cold feet, “Whatever, baby. Trust me, when this goes down, you’ll be big, you have no idea how your life is going to change.”

There was a positive twinkle in Sheila’s eyes, “You make this sound so thrilling. I’ll own this city; I’ll be positioned among the uppermost echelon.”

“You’ll really clean up, I guarantee that!” Marco rattled off.

Sheila sighed, “My work load is very thick but I’ll come up with something, maybe a leave of absence for personal reasons.”

Marco patted Sheila’s rump, “There you go, always thinking straight on. You do that.”

After their glasses were refilled, they took it into the front room, Sheila snuggling up to Marco on the sofa like a smitten teenager.

Sheila inquired when would this venture begin, she would need at least a couple days to put things in order down at the office. Marco suggested Thursday; his numero uno hoochie girl Yolanda would come by the apartment in the early afternoon and give Sheila a makeover. Transforming her from prestigious lawyer to an insignificant Mexican gal.

“This is exciting, although I concede it’s tremendously dangerous, I’m experiencing a natural high!” Sheila conveyed.

Marco unsmilingly drilled Sheila on the urgency to quit sounding smart and Caucasian on top of it.
“You gotta get with the program, chica! You cannot sound brainy or white or else they’ll know it’s a set up and you’ll get hurt, and I mean bad!”

Sheila crinkled her nose, and then scratched her head, running off in Spanish, “You really do care about me! But don’t worry…”

Sheila finished her sentence in broken English, “…Sasha ain’t too smart, she illiterate Mexican girl.”

Marco gently squeezed Sheila’s thigh, “That’s okay but work on it. Now about telling somebody outside our scheme, what about that guy Frank?”

Sheila sighed, “Frank Faylen, he’s the biggest brown nose around, always sucking up to the boss and the son-of-a-bitch is always trying to one up me!”

“I know all about your personal differences with the asshole but telling him is the best alternative. I mean if anything goes wrong, he’ll be able to notify the Feds immediately, no question.”

Sheila suggested telling her boss, the District Attorney instead of her assistant but Marco disagreed for seemingly logical reasons.

“If you tell the District Attorney he’ll steal your thunder, remember it’s an election year, he can use all the good press he can. I’m sure he’d take full credit, maybe acknowledging you as the woman going undercover but little else.”

Sheila slithered her cheek against Marco’s cheek, favoring him with a kiss.
“You’re right, telling Frank makes better sense, but I really hate that guy.”

Marco returned the kiss.
“Truth is, honey, once the smoke is clear and everything is done, Frank will have little to do with you anymore. I so think you’ll be in a world where he knows he doesn’t belong.”

Sheila concurred, “That’s what I want to hear. The sooner I’m rid of that measly weasel the better.”

Marco sipped his tequila, “You know, while you’re undercover and functioning as any other woman from my neighborhood, I can finally take you out, we can be a couple in public without keeping it a secret!”

Sheila humorously giggled, “Maybe so, Marco. Sasha doesn’t have so many male prospects for good time fun. Me simple girl, no experience mucho romance, like be your girl.”

Marco delicately strummed Sasha’s belly, “Marco show Sasha good time. Nice dinner, maybe we visit neighborhood festival or party, and then we amuse each other amorously at the apartment.”

Marco kissed Sheila, then continued, “You’ll be my girl, everyone in the neighborhood will know it.
Same type of people like from that Mexican village or the filthy Texas town I rescued you from.”

“You almost have me convinced I’m Mexican”, Sheila brilliantly smiled, “You’re an outstanding con.”

Marco cupped Sheila’s boob, stirring a romantic frolic where they kissed, cuddled and explored each others bodies.

A few minutes later the activity was brought into the bedroom.

“In my smallest jewelry box”, Sheila instructed Marco as she removed her clothes, “You’ll find the protection.”

Marco shook his head and grinned.
“For what you pay for just one of these I can get five or six.”

Sheila crawled into bed, her thighs sparingly quivering but there was a nice roving motion to her rump owing to a nice deposit of flab.

“If it’s all the same to you I’d rather not be cheap”, Sheila remarked, “The significance in doling out a few extra dollars benefits both of us. I can satisfy you far better and take pleasure in the experience without worrying.”

Marco fleetingly grimaced, “Damn, babe! You’re still talking too smart.”

“We’re not in your neighborhood yet”, a smug smile hopped onto Sheila’s gorgeous face.

Marco joined Sheila in bed, “The condoms I get ain’t that awful, they do the trick.”

Sheila unfastened her ponytail, deliberately revising her vocabulary and tone of voice to humor Marco, “Well, I just wanna be sure there’s no surprises nine months from now!” she said in an air-head twang.

Marco gently embraced Sheila, placing her over his lap, “On the positive side your tetas will get huge!”

They shared a kiss, Sheila whimsically rattling off, “I’d rather keep my breasts at their current size, and by the way, I’d rather not have to deal with the stretch marks that can accompany the growth or the big belly.”

Marco sighed; the couple proceeded to commence their sensual escapade.

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“Oh shit!” Marco’s blurted in panic, “I think your overpriced condoms are defective!”
“Looks like you might be getting that big belly after all!” Marco added with a mischievous smirk.

Sheila frantically scrabbled up the bed, barely feeling Marco’s semi-flaccid penis slipping out of her, “WHAT THE…THE…!” Sheila screamed.

Before the wicked game could go any further, Marco laughed, breaking the pretense.

“I’m kidding, it’s fine but your face was a picture!” Marco chuckled.

“You ass!”, a relived Sheila chastised Marco, “Don’t ever do that again!” her pounding heartbeat returning to normal.

Sheila adjusted herself in bed, wiping the bangs out of her eyes, “I’ve told you countless times I can’t afford to lose my advantages. Not until I’m on the top where I belong.”

Marco knew exactly what Sheila meant, she had delivered the speech several times about shamelessly using her appearance to her benefit; “A woman must incontestably use her looks to progress in this world!”

Sheila inched closer to Marco, cupping his face before giving him a kiss.

“Okay, you had your fun”, Sheila whispered half apologetically, “You sort of scared me for a minute.”

Another kiss, Marco compliantly shook his head as Sheila persuasively conveyed, “Waddling around the office with a big belly and wearing maternity clothes won’t get me where I want to be.”

Sheila and Marco lowered themselves onto the mattress, locked in each other’s arms, a long torrid kiss before he laid it on thick about respecting her ambition and desire.

Marco lowered his hand, momentarily but intentionally rubbing the plump package of flab that inflated her belly, duly aware she was terrifically self-conscious about the blemish to her figure.

From there Marco began massaging her kitty, causing Sheila to emit a relaxed purr while he spoke of his admiration toward her bull-headedness to succeed and her commendable traits.

Sheila opened her thighs, signaling with her eyes and lips that she was anxious for another sexual romp.


Shelia’s tousled locks; the marginally slack condition of her figure took an edge off the dynamics of their relationship. Sheila didn’t look so special; she could have been any undistinguished female he managed to shack up with.

Mentally he conceded to the thought, nimbly removing himself off the bed without acknowledging Sheila with an explanation.

Sheila curiously squinted, “Something the matter?”

Marco peeled away the condom which he tossed to the floor, declining eye contact, grumbled, “I could use more tequila, so can you.”

“Plenty of ice!” Sheila replied.

Marco’s fantasy went into high gear as he forged his way into the kitchen, and it helped relieve the intimidating gravity Sheila enforced in their ’secret’ relationship.

Marco twisted off the cap, imagining Sheila working as a regular secretary down at the district attorney’s office; he smiled before taking a swig, never finishing law school, now taking orders instead of giving them.

Marco smiled that funky bad boy grin when he visualized his sweetie looking worn out and maybe a little disgruntle, laboring all day behind the desk, passively brewing coffee or sprucing up the conference room when told to.

“And dust the table while you’re at it!”, Marco could picture her boss talking to Sheila in such a hard manner, and of course Sheila would nod, timidly using words that were foreign to her current vocabulary, “Right away, sir.”

The anonymous working girl lifestyle, a slave to the time clock, eating lunch at her desk because her boss was expecting an important phone call.
Marco gulped another mouthful then made tracks back to the bedroom; the idea of Sheila living paycheck to paycheck and without any power was a big turn on.

“No glass?” Sheila mumbled the moment Marco entered the bedroom; he engaged in another sip and handed the bottle to her.

Marco wiped his lips, “I sort of think you ought to try getting accustomed to feeling less special.”

Sheila cradled the bottle against her breasts, flipping back her hair; she slowly nodded in agreement before taking a sip, subsequently another sip.

Marco walked over to the dresser where Sheila had the jewelry box that stored the condoms; he couldn’t resist a little humor at Sheila’s expense.

“You have to remember, sweetie”, Marco began somewhat affectionate, “You have to blend in with the chicas in my neighborhood, a simple girl, working class poor. No pretentious bullshit. If you’re found out you can get hurt.”

Sheila favored him with a smile, “I can do it, wait and see, but I really appreciate your concern.”

Marco equipped his member with the protection, Sheila could see he was already hard and that widened her smile.

“That‘s cool, very cool if you think so!, Marco elatedly charmed her, they aligned their bodies into position, he continued with a smirk, “At least you don’t have to worry about looking the part.”

Sheila groaned as Marco entered, unable to question what he meant, his vigor in mating influenced by the notion that his days of being emasculated were just about over and soon he would be the dominant member in their relationship.

During this especially energetic round of intercourse, Marco pictured his protection malfunctioning, what a sight Sheila would be with a big ol belly and chubby face.
Marco couldn’t resist snickering, imagining Sheila outgrowing her fashionable attire and struggling to lose the baby pounds.

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Sheila needed a minute to catch her breath once the mating was over, finally she managed to ask, “You said something about me looking the part?”

Marco grinned, cupping Sheila’s belly, he rather enjoyed taunting her.

“Baby, please, even you have to admit, the flabbiness makes you look less impressive. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were just some regular office girl, you know?”

Before Sheila could reply, Marco gently tapped her pouch, giving it a soothing massage afterward, “But it’s all cool, girls in my part of town can’t afford going to the gym, and dieting is well, pointless. Just don‘t get used to it, Mexican food is loaded with calories, you’ll have to overhaul your wardrobe, and like, carrying all that extra weight might be a major setback.”

Sheila self-consciously grimaced, “I told you once this is over and done I’m getting back in shape.”

“I hope so my pretty chica, I don’t mind my women with a little chub but damn girl, if this thing gets too big…” Marco emphasizing his point by squeezing Sheila’s belly at the curvature, “…I won’t come around too often.”

Sheila sneered, “You’re joking. I’m a professional woman not a member of your society, you know that, right?”

Marco pulled away the sheet, gazing over Sheila’s thighs, “You’re losing the firmness, baby, another ten or so pounds and you’ll have a chunky pair of thighs!” he then teasingly chuckled.

“Stop it!” Sheila demanded, “You’ve made your point.”

Marco smiled like he was doing her the favor being nice, “Okay, whatever. But you know in my part of the city fat girls are a dime a dozen, I can have my pick.”

Sheila grabbed hold the sheet, completely covering her body, she understood what Marco was implying - overweight females were not only universally common but didn’t have the advantages slim, sexier girls had in terms of male companionship.

Marco understood he was pushing the envelop, and flung his arm around Sheila, embracing her at the waist, “Yeah, I know, once this goes down and you’re back at the office you’ll lose the fat. If anything though, I more concerned with your stuffiness and high tone language. You really need to work on that, you gotta act and talk a little stupid and be modest.”

Sheila sighed, “I know.”

Marco sensed Sheila needed some convincing that he was legitimately on her side, he provided her with a back rub, all the while expressing his amorous feelings toward her and how he admired her intellect, ambition and beauty.

After the massage and before getting dressed and leaving, Marco reminded Sheila about setting out on this operation Thursday, and to square things at the office with Frank.
Sheila agreed, and after a goodbye kiss, Marco abandoned his woman for his neighborhood, the Spanish slum which Sheila would soon be calling home.


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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Junketh71 » Sat Nov 18, 2017 5:14 pm

And weight gain continues. Yay!
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby brightsun21 » Sun Nov 19, 2017 4:07 am

Another good chapter
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby TheGreatestView » Sun Nov 19, 2017 9:28 am

Fantastic story as usual Matt & Her Revenge! Just curious, how tall is Sheila?
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Sun Nov 19, 2017 10:21 am

Hello Junketh71, Brightsun21, Greatestview,

Thank you for reading the story.

I will put Sheila's height at about 5 feet - 6 inches tall.

I appreciate the question, thanks!

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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Sat Dec 02, 2017 2:08 pm

3.

The young lady who arrived at Sheila’s door looked nothing like she imagined.

Roving brown hair with a hint of red trailing down her back, her picturesque face diamond shaped while her slender form was clothed in a spaghetti string top and homemade blue jean shorts.

She couldn’t have weighed more than 120-pounds, not a trace of fat upon her figure.

“You maybe expecting somebody else?” She said in voice that seemed somewhat harsh and explicitly natural to the environment in which she belonged.

“You’re Yolanda?” Sheila surprisingly cringed as she stepped aside and let her in, shutting the door behind them.

“That’s what my driver license says”, Yolanda said with a tough smile.

Yolanda’s face sported a lucid coating of makeup, long eye lashes corresponding with the curly bangs which brushed her forehead. Cheap earrings dangling down from her ears but an authentic silver bracelet wrapped around her forearm. There was a whirling tattoo wrapped around her upper arm, and a couple more over her breast and forearm, a small image of a scorpion on her lower limb.

Yolanda dropped the bags she brought unto the floor, looking Sheila up and down, “You look just like Marco said, uppity but womanly.”

Sheila cracked an eye, “You’re nothing like I thought you would look like, I mean…”

“Right, coz us Latino babes are usually hefty, right?” Yolanda brazenly chirped.

Sheila quietly nodded, Yolanda comfortably buzzing, “I’m not offended by your prejudice, chica. Lots of my sisters in my neighborhood are fat, I’m just lucky, even after having my baby I lost the weight like that!” Yolanda snapped her fingers.

“But I see you’re carrying some weight on your belly and hips there!” Yolanda happily pointed out, “I thought white women kept their figures flawless.”

Sheila self-conscious gripped her tummy, “Is that prejudice on your part? But to be honest, Marco said I should carry a few extra pounds to fit in.”

“Shit!” Yolanda cheekily smiled, “You not fitting into anything until I get my work done. Then missy, you be mistaken as a hoochie for real.”

Sheila briefly averted her eyes away from Yolanda, “Just make me look Mexican.”

Yolanda studied Sheila’s appearance, subsequently stepping into Sheila’s face, “You have Latina blood, I can tell!”

Sheila reeled back her head, “A little…just a drop.”

“Your lips somewhat give it away, but your face, yes, it sings of your Spanish heritage!” Yolanda peeped.

Sheila sighed, rubbing her nose; she suggested having a drink before they got started.
“I have some tequila…”

“Tequila’s fine, I prefer brandy, got any of that?”

Sheila waved Yolanda on, “Join me in the kitchen, that’s where I keep the liquor.”

Sheila poured each of them glasses of top-shelf brandy, chatting for a few minutes before starting the makeover.

“I surmise you’re a hairstylist or something?”

“I’m not a hairstylist and please don’t ask if I’m a housekeeper”, Yolanda replied, “I work at a factory and not a laborer if that’s what you think. I’m a bookkeeper, going to night school twice a week.”

“That’s fabulous, good for you!” Sheila chirped.

Yolanda sipped her brandy, her features contorting in seriousness, “I hate the slums, you will too.
It’s either the gang mentality or domestic life. Having babies and looking after some man you hope is decent. A girl got to do what she got to; thankfully I’m wise enough to go to school.”

“More power to you, honey”, Sheila smiled.
“What exactly are you studying?”

Yolanda set the empty glass by sink, “Environmental service management. Hey, I’ll never get rich but it’s a living, and I’d rather boss people around then be bossed around.”

“Think we’ll become good friends!” Sheila said cheerfully.
Yolanda half-smiled, “Let’s turn you into a Mexican first; we’ll be bond in that way, yes?”

Sheila shook her head, “Ready whenever you are.”

Yolanda briskly left the kitchen, returning to the front room where she unloaded her bags.
Sheila right behind and watching Yolanda remove everything from garments and jewelry to hair products and makeup.

“You’re able to speak Spanish fairly well?” Yolanda asked in the language.
Sheila replied the same, “Better than average!”

Yolanda strutted over to Sheila, resuming English, “That’s cool, in my part of town you’ll be mostly talking Spanish but when you got to talk English, make sure it’s strange to you. Talk like you’re unsure and be a little stupid. You understand, this is important, chica. These people you’re dealing with are the worse thugs.”

Sheila’s expression took on an unobtrusive facade, and she chattered away like speaking English posed some difficulty, “Ay, I watch myself, Yolanda, me speak English no so good.”

Yolanda dropped some body lotion and shampoo into Sheila’s arms, “Shower up good and meet me in your bedroom.”

Sheila nodded, Yolanda added, “Wear nothing, unless you’re modest put on a towel.”

“Right!” Sheila exuberantly chimed.

Yolanda released a soft giggle, “Why we’ll here, work on the broken English a little.”

“I be very good, know very little English senorita Yolanda….”

Sheila turned around, making tracks to the bathroom when Yolanda interrupted her with a shout, “Wait a minute, I have you an ID card, made it myself with on-line tools, you’ll like it!”

Sheila walked in unison with Yolanda to her bag, and was handed the ID.

“I don’t weigh 155-pounds! You gave me chipmunk cheeks and my hair looks awful!”

“Easy, Senorita Sasha Martinez, it’s a cover, so I made you a little heavier”, Yolanda replied trying not to laugh but failing.

“Marco told me you were slightly plump, I didn’t know what you look like in real life and he didn’t give me more information, like about your weight!”

“I guess it’s all for show anyway, won’t people question my weight if they see the ID?” Sheila questioned.

“Well, you’ve been out of work, so you lost 15-pounds”, Yolanda explained, “And I needed to make your hair look nasty, you’re not rolling in cash and can’t go to those fancy salons.”

Shelia hesitated but agreed, Yolanda asking in a comical tone, “How much do you weigh?”

Sheila quibbled, “My weight isn’t relevant to this situation.”
Yolanda looked Sheila up and down, “I’m guessing 140 - 142-pounds!”
Sheila flexed her eyebrows, “Not quite, I’m in the 130‘s.”
“130‘s!”, Yolanda thought to herself, “You’ll be in the 150’s not long after taking a liking to Mexican food.

Sheila forced a smile, “Makes no difference, I’ll drop the weight in weeks after we’ve put those drug smugglers away!” she resented, on the border of jealousy, that Yolanda was in better physical condition.

“Marco did say you’re strong-willed”, Yolanda cracked a comical smile, “You know what you want and nothing stops you from getting it.”

“Precisely”, Sheila smugly agreed.

Sheila spun around and walked to the bathroom, Yolanda giggled in her thoughts, “If Marco gets what he wants, you’ll be very plump and weak minded!”


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Sheila strolled into her bedroom wrapped in a towel, discovering Yolanda sprawled over the bed eating a sandwich while thumbing through a magazine.

“Make yourself at home why don’t you”, Sheila sarcastically commented.

Yolanda removed herself off the bed, “This ain’t nothing like my home.”

Yolanda slowly paced the room, nibbling on the sandwich, “Sometimes I feel these luxuries are wasted on the rich. After a while they don’t appreciate things, you know?”

Sheila took a seat on the bed, her posture straight, chin up, inquiring somewhat factitious, “Educate me.”

Yolanda crammed the remainder of the sandwich into her mouth, gesturing with her finger - 1 second - until she finished chewing.

“For one this bedroom is the size of my living room, your closet only a little smaller than my bedroom. I’m sure you have hot water, my water gets cold fast, and my plumbing sucks. You have no cockroaches either, right?”

“Of course not”, Sheila cringed.

Yolanda nodded a couple times, “All these things are not to be taken for granted. People in my neighborhood, they get by the best they can going without. Being poor isn’t pretty, would you know that? You entitled people don’t have it so bad.”

“I’m not going to apologize for being wealthy”, Sheila’s voice stern, a hostile glare from her eyes, “Now can we get on with this or do you want to spend the entire afternoon debating socioeconomic?”

“Of course, Sasha!” Yolanda deliberately using Sheila’s bogus name, “Park your butt at the vanity, I’m going to start with your hair.”

Sheila grumpily sat down at her spacious vanity table, Yolanda rummaged through her smallest duffle bag, pulling out a small zip lock bag containing generic Mexican chocolates which she tossed unto Shelia’s lap.

“What are these?” Sheila asked, dropping her head downward, staring at the bag,
“Chocolates from Mexico”, Yolanda smiled, “Try em’, chica, you’ll like.”

Sheila opened the bag and removed a chocolate nugget, “I never refuse chocolates, of course I enjoy them in moderation.”

Yolanda noticed by Sheila’s expression the taste was appealing, and encouraged her to have another sample, “Have another! You like them.”

Sheila nodded, “Okay, one or two more…”

“Eat as many as you want”, Yolanda humorously addressed Sheila; “We got to get you closer to 155-pounds if you’re going to look right!”

Sheila giggled, securing a handful and popping them into her mouth, “This going uncover work does have some nice benefits.”

Yolanda resumed rummaging through the duffle bag, her thoughts hardly complimentary, “Yeah, 155-pounds, you’re going to wish you were 155-pounds after this you stuck-up bitch! In fact I can picture you closer to a chubby 200-pounds!”

Yolanda finally located the illusive brush and resumed speaking to Sheila in a civil tone and candy smile.

“Okay, I’ll brush your hair and then I’m going to use the curling iron, make it wavy, Sasha, but then I’m going to mess up it a little, make it look like you’ve had a hard day, okay?”

“Sounds fine by me”, Sheila replied.

Yolanda diligently used the curling iron, producing a wavy look to Sheila’s locks.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, chica”, Yolanda buzzed, “I wanna us to be friends, Marco would like that too, if we got along!”

“You didn’t hurt my feelings”, Sheila flatly denounced the insinuation.

Yolanda placed the curling iron on the vanity table and began roving her fingers through Sheila’s locks, “Don’t talk unless you’re going to dumb down your language, and I mean it. I still think you sound too much like a big shot.”


“What would I do without you”, Sheila brazenly uttered.

Yolanda playfully giggled, “Right! I be looking after you, make sure you’re okay until the shit goes down.”

Sheila’s locks had an appealing wavy consistency, a smidgen ruffled to garnish the resemblance of a young woman who was either lazy or been through a difficult day.

Sheila approved of the look, Yolanda having some fun, “You’re very pretty, round cheeks, tiny double chin….”

“What double chin!” Sheila vehemently replied.

It was a faint second chin but conspicuous enough for Yolanda to playfully pinch it.

“Ow!” Sheila yanked her face away from Yolanda’s fingers.

Yolanda stood with her hands over her hips, “I was just going to say you looking more Mexican than you think. How much Hispanic blood is in you?”

“Not much”, Sheila droned uncomfortably.

Yolanda chuckled, “Afraid your white friends will ask you to pick up after them if they knew!”

“Can we get on with this, don’t we have a time table!” Sheila huffed.

Yolanda abandoned Sheila for a moment and seized one of her bags which she brought over to Sheila and dropped at her feet.

“There’s your clothes, Sasha. There’s more to be delivered to your apartment later.”

Sheila tightly hung onto her towel as she removed the garments from out of the bag.

Yolanda walked by Sheila on route to the door, “I’m going to have another glass of brandy, Sasha…”

Adding with a pseudo warm smile and in Spanish, “Would you like one too?”

Sheila slowly nodded, “Good idea!” uttering back in the same language.

The clothes Yolanda brought Sheila were in terrible condition and cheap.

Generic brand panties, a silky but rather short spaghetti string top, natty blue jeans and well-worn vest. Sheila bit her lip, slowly putting on the wardrobe.

The black top highlighted her shapely melons but reveal the flabbiness of her waist, the jeans off white in color with whirling blue and pink stripes added dimension to her thighs while effectively rounding out her tummy pouch. Sheila found the denim vest a tight fit, the blue hue almost completely washed out.

Sheila described herself as needy looking and a bit on the husky side while reviewing her appearance in the mirror. She felt utterly self-conscious and in some odd way weak and insignificant.

“You look hot, Sasha!” Yolanda squeaked in partial amusement and astonishment.
“I swear if I didn’t know better, you’re the maid for one of the tenets!”

Sheila puffed up cheeks, deciding to go along with Yolanda’s comment.
“If me could only have such work, me clean up very good.”

Yolanda handed Sheila her glass, “That’s fine. You sound perfect. Now sit back at Ms. Marcus’s vanity table and I’ll do your eyes.”

“Only my eyes? Should my makeup be like yours?” Sheila inquired between sips.

Yolanda laid her hand over Sheila’s shoulder, “Later yes, but just your eyes for now. Latina’s speak thought their eyes, very arousing.”

Sheila nodded a couple times, “Yolanda smart, me do as she says.”

Yolanda thickly applied the eye liner and then with Sheila’s aid, gathered her things and picked up the bags.

“Two more things, chica”, Yolanda addressed Sheila rather benevolently, “Wiggle your hips when you walk, mainly around the guys, okay?”

Sheila nodded, “I’ll try…” adding with laughter, “This is so much fun!”

Yolanda smiled, an ominous thought slipping through her head, “Let’s see how much fun you’re having when you’re twenty-pound heavier, working for shit and just another one of Marco’s Hoochies!”

Sheila interrupted Yolanda’s moment alone in her mind, “What’s the other thing?”

Yolanda cleared her throat and sighed, “Once you leave your apartment until you return, remember you’re no longer Sheila Marcus, you’re Sasha Martinez”

“I completely understand!” Sheila chirped in Spanish.

Yolanda shook her head, on her way to the front door; Sheila grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Let’s sneak out the back way, a couple Mexican girls carrying bags might draw suspicion, we’ll be thought as thieves.”

Yolanda indignantly sniffled, but she held back her anger at the stereotype.
A pronounced giggle and with a silly expression, Yolanda agreed, “Yes, Sasha, of course..”

The females walked to the flat’s entrance, Yolanda smiling in her thoughts, “Little does she know that’s probably the last order she’ll ever give!”


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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Junketh71 » Sat Dec 02, 2017 6:46 pm

Thank you for the new chapter - it was very nicely written.
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby brightsun21 » Mon Dec 04, 2017 11:28 am

Thanks for the update
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