Elsa arriving home sported a shorter hairdo but one that spoke volumes of elegance and feminine beauty. Immediately greeting Marco outside on the patio, they shared a brief amorous moment where Marco complimented her abbreviated hairstyle between kisses.
“I’m giving myself a real day off, so wait here while I slip into my bikini!”, Elsa elatedly announced.
“I’ll find the maid, have her prepare us a nutritious lunch, we’ll dine out here”, Marco conveyed.
“Don’t bother, I’ll get Yolanda”, Elsa said breezily, “I’ll tell her. But we’ll eat light for lunch, I have a design for pizza tonight, and that’s the sole no-no food on my diet that I allow myself to overindulge.”
“You’re so cute”, Marco affectionately squeezing Elsa, giving her another smooch, “Pizza is it then, and with the works.”
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Elsa found Yolanda in her bedroom vacuuming, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention, “Yolie, I’m back!”
Yolanda turned around, shutting off the vacuum, pleasantly addressing Elsa, “Nice hair, brings out your lovely features me tinks. In my neighborhood guys call you smoking hot.”
Elsa giggled at the flattery, “Thanks, Yolanda. Nice to know how I rate in your neck of the woods. But would you mind making Marco and I a nice lunch? Nothing too heavy, we’re having pizza for dinner, and when I say we, that includes you too.”
Yolanda rubbed her imposing large belly, being around Marco soured her mood but she forced a smile just to appease Elsa.
“That’s plenty nice inviting me but you have romantic pizza dinner with senior Marco, me intrude, no want that…” Yolanda modestly declined.
Elsa warmly smiled, humorously in her reply, “You have no option, I’m the boss, remember. And when you’re through with your work, come outdoors and join me on the patio.”
Yolanda’s features became sullen, looking downward, folding her arms over billowy breasts.
Elsa recognized the negative body language, “Yolanda, what’s the matter?”
Yolanda couldn’t expose Marco for the thug he was; the consequences would be quite unfavorable.
Instead Yolanda droned another reason not to socialize with Elsa, “It isn’t right for me to be friendly with you, I’m peasant, a nobody, maybe I should not work here…”
Elsa quickly embraced Yolanda, “Hey, none of that talk. Peasant? You’re just as important as everybody else, and I really do like you. I know you work for me, so what? I’d like to have something of a convivial relationship with you.”
Yolanda sighed, Elsa melodiously chirped, “Just finish vacuuming and prepare a nice lunch for me and Marco, the remainder of the day you’re off duty but I expect you to hang out with me.”
Elsa pulled herself out of the embrace, “A fruit salad would be peachy…” she smiled at the pun, “…..apple juice for a beverage. I mustn’t disregard my diet too much but we’re having pizza tonight and I can never have enough pizza.”
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Yolanda resumed her vacuuming and then prepared a modest lunch for Elsa and Marco.
Elsa and Marco dined alone on the patio while Yolanda cleaned up the kitchen.
Marco was thrilled as Elsa spoke about Yolanda.
“That poor thing has such a third world mindset; she even called herself a peasant. Can you believe that?”
Marco put forth a bogus explanation, “Well Yolanda is a peasant if you think about it. Born in a small Mexican village in complete poverty, no indoor plumbing or electricity. I would imagine she worked in the fields, had few real pleasures.”
Elsa nodded, “That does make sense.”
“Yeah, Yolie’s probably overwhelmed by your home, you and your kindness”, Marco went on to say, albeit fallaciously, “My guess is that she feels uncomfortable around such luxury.”
Marco glided his eyes over Elsa who was wearing a multi-string bikini, “Your looks too, I mean there’s a chance Yolie is intimidated by your beauty as well.”
Elsa mildly blushed, “Thanks, Marco. I have lots of advantages that Yolie never had, including the opportunity to maintain my appearance.”
Marco reel back his head and squinted, “No, You didn’t have plastic surgery?”
Elsa giggled, sipping her apple juice before casually informing Marco.
“No plastic surgery, babe, this is all me. However, this isn’t my original hair color and it’s through diet and exercise I’ve been able to keep my figure in check.”
Elsa leaned back in her chair, roving her fingertips over her taut tummy, “I was a little on the chunky side when I was a teenager, not alarmingly heavy but I was getting there. I was around 16 or 17 and wearing a larger dress size than all my friends when I took the initiative, watching what I ate and working out.”
“Hope I didn’t shatter your image of me”, Elsa perkily smiled.
“Well, you’re not a mutant, I guess…” Marco joked, “…all Latina’s have a pedigree that somehow attracts fat cells!”
Elsa chuckled, “Smart-ass! That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Well it’s a theory, baby”, Marco comically defended himself, “Lots and lots of Mexicans and Puerto Ricans get hefty if they don’t watch it! Look at Yolanda for example…”
Elsa stood up, “Speaking of Yolanda, I wonder where she is? I invited her to join us.”
“You shouldn’t spoil the help, honey”, Marco bluntly remarked.
Elsa shot him an argumentative stare, “That aristocratic garbage doesn’t work for me, I prefer befriending my staff.”
Elsa leaned in, giving Marco a quick kiss to quell any unpardonable disagreement and then removed herself from her chair. “Be back in a minute…” Elsa chirped, hightailing it indoors to find Yolanda.
Marco checked out Elsa’s figure as she sashayed away from the patio, a quirky grin matching his inner thoughts, “You got a beautiful shape there honey, be a real shame if you get too involved with your maid and get fat.”
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Elsa searched for Yolanda just about everywhere in her home, even calling out her name several times to no prevail. Ultimately making tracks to Yolanda’s bedroom where Elsa overheard Yolanda shouting out loud at someone.
Elsa tapped on her door, then again harder, finally Yolanda answered.
“Yolanda, you okay?” Elsa inquired with a twisted brow, “Who are you yelling at?”
Yolanda laughed hard enough her belly quivered, “Ooooh! Me watching Mexican soaps! Helen is messed up with Jorge and the rat is up to no good.”
“Sorry, Miz Elsa, I get excited me tinks but why nice society girl get mixed up with gangster makes me plenty mad!” Yolanda angrily snorted.
Elsa bubbly smiled, “You are aware that’s just pretend and it’s not really taking place in Mexico. The show is filmed in Florida.”
Yolanda latched a hand over her burgeoning hip, her expression downright silly, “Ay Chihuahua! Me mistake!”
“Why are you alone watching TV? My invitation to hang with me wasn’t frivolous”, Elsa said cheerfully but added with some humor, “You’re going to hurt my feelings.”
Yolanda nervously wheezed, “Senior Marco okay with dis?”
Elsa wasn’t aware that she was indeed skimming the truth when she comically stated, “Are you afraid of Marco? Oh really, Yolie, that peasant social class barrier is so stupid. Now I want you to take off that uniform, put on your regular clothes and join us outside. Later we’re having pizza, hurrah!” Elsa charmingly chuckled.
“I got only dress with me, not so beauteous but next to Miz Elsa who is beauty? Not many chicas, nope!” Yolanda cheerfully remarked.
Elsa tilted her head, “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment but looks fade, I’d rather be admired on my principles.”
Elsa turned around and began walking down the hall, “I’ll see about bringing out another pitcher of apple juice, now hurry up, please.”
Yolanda wasn’t all hopped up about socializing with Elsa when Marco was in attendance but had no choice. Removing her housekeeping uniform, Yolanda garbed herself in the wardrobe she brought along, a colorful Mexican style summer dress that accentuated the rotund expanse of her whopping 300-plus figure.
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Not a half hour later Yolanda was situated on the patio with Elsa and Marco, drinking apple juice and shooting the breeze.
There was a sharp contrast between the females who coincidentally sat side by side.
Elsa slim, almost to the point of dainty, chiseled features, poised and with a crisp confidence in her voice, and radiating sheer eloquence.
Yolanda was huge, naturally hefty based on her appearance, mechanically clumsy, a passive timbre to her warble, and pathetically browbeaten.
Marco couldn’t deny the sport in humiliating Yolanda, “Too bad you didn’t bring your bathing suit, you could really relax and enjoy the pool.”
Yolanda caught Marco by surprise when she giddily addressed the couple, “That be a fun idea, but no suit I have, too bad, I like being in pool.”
Elsa happily announced, “I’m so delighted you said that, I was afraid you’d be self-conscious.”
Again Yolanda answered in a manner Marco didn’t expect, her method in spoiling his design in embarrassing her, “Well, me always been plenty big girl, maybe around men self-conscious but here with kind boss not so much me tink.”
Marco held his slick smile at bay, pretending to be civil; he dug into his pocket and removed a wad of cash, “If that’s how you feel about it, here, Yolie. Next time you go clothes shopping, buy yourself a bathing suit.”
Yolanda blinked, Elsa encouraging her to take the cash, “We both want you to be comfortable, Yolie, and to leisurely enjoy the swimming pool, please take the money. You’ll insult Marco if you don’t.”
Marco pushed the dollar bills into Yolanda’s hand, a hundred dollars total, “Really, sweetie, Elsa really wants you to make yourself at home. Buy a nice suit.”
Yolanda placed the money in her pocket, “Thank you, senior Marco”; she smiled, although she reluctantly accepted the cash. “No not what to say…but um, thanks…”
Yolanda’s design at curtailing Marco’s debasing had backfired, now she had to buy a bathing suit, curdling inside as she pictured her gooey fat encased body waddling around the patio in swim wear.
Elsa stood up, “I know what to say”, and embraced Marco, “You’re one of a kind, thanks for donating cash for Yolanda’s bathing suit!” she then favored him with an affectionate smooch.
Marco played in the concerned boyfriend role, expressing his humanity toward Yolanda with a phony smile, “We ought to be an example to Yolie…”
Turning to Yolanda, Marco continued, “…It would be brutally unkind to treat you less than a friend; you should have all the advantages possible, basically since you grew up in third world poverty.”
Elsa looked at Yolanda, “Didn’t I say Marco was a special guy!”
Yolanda heaved an ambiguous sigh, “There’s nobody else like him.”
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Yolanda would mingle with the couple for a while longer, using as an excuse to clean her room, however, later that evening, and due to Elsa’s persistence, joined them for pizza.
In something of a recreation room in front of a gigantic big screen TV they noshed on pizza and soft drinks. Elsa answered the call to skip her diet for that sole evening, ordering one jumbo sausage pizza and one jumbo pizza with the works.
Playing down her appearance to put Yolanda more at ease, eradicating their employer / employee status, Elsa wore a regular T-shirt and yoga pants, although it didn’t masquerade their distinctively opposing shapes, Elsa did appear somewhat low key, akin to a similarly unpretentious co-worker and friend.
Elsa chumming up with Yolanda in such a way infected Marco’s raw nerve, he loathed it. Marco’s desire was for Elsa to treat Yolanda like a wetback servant not to befriend her.
Marco was already aggravated at the situation between Elsa and Yolanda, warmly conversing like old college friends catching up on their lives, his antagonism escalating; he eventually abandoned the females on their own to make a few private phone calls.
The females originally conservatively nibbled on the pizza but once they were alone, went ballistic,
“More pizza for us!” Elsa chirped.
Yolanda couldn’t restrain her appetite or the slovenly mechanics which had become her character and began to savagely gnaw on the pizza. Elsa giggled at the sight, and to Yolanda’s surprise, greedily chomped on the pizza in a correspondingly mode.
“Pizza is my weakness I’m afraid”, Elsa said at one point, “I rarely have it or else it would spoil my waistline…”
Yolanda chuckled, “All tasty food is plenty fattening….”
Elsa chewed with her mouth open, holding the slice an inch away from her lips, anxious for the next bite, “You’re not kidding, the most scrumptious food has ruin many a gorgeous figure!”
“I’ll make up for this tomorrow…” Elsa giddily squeaked upon snipping away a generous bite, “…45 extra minutes on the treadmill…”, and with that she readily consumed the remainder of the slice before seizing the next.
“Not at all worried about getting chubby?” Yolanda inquired while gnawing.
Elsa answered while gobbling up a subsequent slice, “Ah…not really…Yo…but let’s not harp on such things and enjoy the meal…”
As soon as Yolanda nodded, and likewise garbing her next slice, Elsa grudgingly admitted, “Yeah, I sort of worry about my weight, I can easily put on the pounds.”
“This is about it for me”, Elsa flexed her eyebrow, directing the alleged final slice toward her sauce covered lips, “The rest of the pizza is all yours.”
Yolanda tensely glimpsed over what pizza remained, “Have no worry me finishing it but why you not help me, no?”
“You’re a bad influence, Yolie!” Elsa chuckled.
Pushing the current slice between her lips, Elsa‘s cheeks distending sideways as she chewed, she slipped her fingers to another slice, “A very bad influence!”
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While the female friends were experiencing an unconventionally united front in pizza consumption, Marco was having a beer on the patio.
Clutching his cell phone, Marco pulled up a photograph, the sole representation of Yolanda’s pre-Mexico beauty that he kept. The snapshot captured Yolanda with a sassy expression, clothed in a halter top and shorts, few females he had known rated such a saucy appearance.
“You broke my heart, chica”, Marco sullenly spoke to himself, “Turning your back on me and defending Sheila. If I knew a way, damned if I could change you back.”
Marco sipped his beer, studying the picture in detail, Yolanda’s flat tummy, sweet looking thighs.
“All the betrayal, you did deserve to be fattened, if only you stayed loyal to me, it’s your fault.”
Marco removed the photo, determinedly phoning Jessie.
The conversation was brief and to the point, “Those two girls, who harassed Yolie, I have an assignment for them…”
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The next day while Elsa was in the shower and Yolanda was cooking breakfast, Marco popped into the kitchen, tactless as usual.
“Dammmm! You can’t keep away from the stove, ay, Jumbo?”
Yolanda turned around, “Dis breakfast for the boss, um, I mean Elsa, and I guess you too.”
Marco sighed, the cheesy smile upon his face a false front as was his words, “I’ve been thinking it over, maybe I’ve been too hard on you.”
Yolanda squinted, “Huh? What you say?”
Marco softly walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, “All things accounted for, I think the debt has been paid, your figure is bloated, you’ll never have the career you wanted. I’m willing to end this tiff between us.”
Yolanda nervously grasped her portly belly, giving it a firm squeeze, “Tiff? You mean, like, you stop being mean? Why, how come?”
“Elsa has taken a shine to you, and her kindness his influence me”, Marco glibly noted, “If she can put up with an overweight peon, then perhaps I should respect her, and treat you with some charity.”
Yolanda began to reply, “If you speak true…”
However Marco interrupted Yolanda, gesturing to the stove, “The eggs smell like they’re burning.”
Yolanda resumed her task at the stove, Marco moving in closer to her, wide eyed at the preposterous size of her rump.
“Really, Yolie”, Marco said almost choking on his words, “What you said yesterday too changed my heart. We were lovers, companions, the royal members of the scorpions. I should treat you better, especially now coz you’ve become an unfamiliar package who no longer has any importance.”
Yolanda inquired if Marco would leave Sheila alone too, Marco agreed.
“I no sure what me can say, you for real?” Yolanda said while sampling some bacon.
“I still resent you for betraying me and I’m very happy you’ve gotten fat, so why should I continue to taunt you?”, Marco’s smile a bit too syrupy, “We’ll get along better.”
Yolanda placed her hand over heart, “Ay crumba, if you speak true, me is happy too!”
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The remainder of the day went about the regular route but with one peculiarity.
When Yolanda walked into the laundry room she discovered Elsa gnawing on donuts and a large glass of milk.
“Whoops!” Elsa giggled, “I can totally explain this.”
Yolanda placed the laundry bin on the floor, reeling back, holding her hands to her back which thrust out her belly, “Why explain? You da boss but no better eating in the kitchen or somewhere nice?”
Elsa sipped the milk, bringing a donut to her lips, “No honey, I should clarify this, okay?”
Yolanda wagged her head, loading the clothes into the washer, “Clarify all you want, what me care you eating donuts in secret. No crime bout that Elsa.”
Elsa pushed the remainder of the donut into her mouth, her sleek cheeks distending in cute round vicinity, a smudge of chocolate tarnishing her bottom lip.
Once Elsa had gulped down half the glass of milk, she provided an explanation.
“Okay, here’s the deal. I had a desire to have a few donuts but how could I eat my fill so to speak if Marco should walk in on me. I’d feel embarrassed.”
“You grown up woman, do what you like, Marco not boss of you”. Yolanda smiled.
“Yes, honey, you’re right but I don’t want Marco to think I’m a glutton, so what if I cheat on my diet once in a while. Right?”
Yolanda shook her head in agreement, “Sure. You gots to know, how I admire your beauty, jealous a little me tinks, but watch it.”
Yolanda emphasized her point with sliding her hand over her twofold bulging belly, “Pretty girl can look like me if not careful!” she snickered a squeal.
Elsa sighed as she seized another donut, “Well, this is just a minor abandonment. I’ll resume my diet tomorrow.”
Yolanda spoke while commandeering a donut for herself, “Right, I keep this our secret then.”
“I appreciate that, Yolie, thank you”, Elsa’s grin slightly silly, “By the way, for dinner, could you make lasagna? There’s a recipe in the kitchen draw closest to the fridge.”
Yolanda shrugged her shoulders, “Me do that but like, maybe you ought to go to work out room for while. Remember you say, 45-minutes on treadmill.”
“Tomorrow, Yolanda, tomorrow”, Elsa chirped, “I think I’m going to take a nap and then watch a couple old movies with Marco. Join us, please.”
Yolanda nodded, Elsa leisurely strolling by her, “Please get me up in an hour…”
Yolanda watched Elsa walk out of the room, “Keep cheating on diet, no more bikini for you!” the thought ricocheted through her head.
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The lasagna meal Yolanda made was complimented with ice cream, Elsa seemingly joyous in disregarding her healthy diet for another day.
While Yolanda was washing the dinner dishes, Marco once again approached her.
“If you’re not busy tomorrow, could you give me a hand with my apartment, it can use a real cleaning.”
Yolanda didn’t want Marco warming up to her, she hated him for lousing up her entire life, however, the rat vowed there was a truce between them, that he would treat her better.
Yet still, Yolanda remained unambiguously afraid of Marco, he might become hostile if she refused.
“Okay senior Marco, Yolanda go to your apartment, clean up tomorrow”, Yolanda forged a shining example of a smile.
Marco nodded while lighting a cigar, “Thanks, Yolie, you’ll be handsomely rewarded.”
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Toward the end of the evening Elsa made a quick visit to Yolanda’s room before turning in for the night.
Elsa’s blond hair skimming her shoulders, wearing an expensive nightgown which advertised her beautiful figure.
“I just want to thank you”, Elsa sweetly rattled off as she bestowed Yolanda a gentle hug, “You made this weekend very special.”
“Me just maid, nothing too special about Yolanda”, Yolanda conveyed, her dark locks straggly in an upward style, clothed in a cheap Spanish style flannel night gown that revealed the enormous scope of her belly and expanse of her hips.
“That’s where you’re wrong, you’re a wonderful friend”, Elsa smiled, “We’re going to hang out more often.”
“As you wish”, Yolanda replied, Elsa then mentioning that Marco was waiting for her and adding a goodnight.
Yolanda peddled backward, saying before closing the door, “Sure, you too, but you need to wipe your lips, there’s a chocolate ring round em’.
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