Mira 0.2

[seganor]

God, oh God... When she was on the WC, I could see her hard buttocks, I could see her broad back and at least one third of her thighs and I could hear her strain. When she was bathing, I could see her feet and calves and I could hear the wet splashes when she soaped herself ? I could even watch her as she sometimes heavily rinsed her ***** (I always thought it was hairy, very hairy). She gave then strange, brief sounds then, in rhythm with her brief quakes, so much alike with mine when I spied her ? yes, I was so close to her, yet so far...
... After two years, Mr. Vasilescu arranged a big hunt with a friend of his, a rich man from Moldavia, named Rurak. He had to spend four days over at us and he came over with almost twenty servants. We arranged the apartments in the south wing of Mr. Vasilescu?s palace for Mr. Rurak, while his servants were to sleep in the same building with us. It was pretty crowded, but my aunt said we had to cope with it.
However, the visit began under bad auspices. I swear to God that we did our best to arrange Mr. Rurak?s apartments ? the whole place was clean and nice, and how could it be otherwise since my aunt supervised the work, as usual? She was very punctilious: she obliged our servants to clean the place again and again, making them talk ill about her but, after punishing a couple by cutting off 10% of their salary, everybody else shut up, complying with her demands. As always, things had been done Mira?s way.
An hour later, however, as Rurak?s servants came over, loud noises came from the freshly cleaned apartments. I rushed there, along with another boy, just in time to see Rurak?s servants throw the drapes on the floor under the command of a big woman, Mira?s counterpart. We called for my aunt who came over on the spot.
?What?s happening here?"? she asked ? in fact, she spat the question between her clutched teeth.
?Nothing, dear,"? answered the big woman. ?We do things according to OUR rule, that?s all."?
For some moments, Mira didn?t answer: she simply looked at the other woman, weighting her from head to toe. She was a big redhead who talked Romanian with an ugly Moldavian accent.
?Please,"? began my aunt, ?don?t you EVER ?dear? me again. The apartments were clean,"? she ensued. ?Why are you making this mess?"?
?I always take care of Mr. Rurak the way I like,"? she answered.
She looked straight in Mira?s eyes but then, my aunt looked back at her without the least intention to avert her eyes. I later found out that the other woman?s name was Olga and that she was 42. She was in very good shape for her age. She was a little taller than Mira and she was sturdy: thick, muscular legs, a solid ***, hard as rock, a strong trunk endowed with a pair of heavy breasts and broad shoulders. Her face was round, her mouth was thin and she had a rectangular chin. Her jet hair was very short and her straight nose made her resemble a fox ? a round-faced fox.
?Look at the mess you made by taking care of Mr. Rurak your way,"? said my aunt after awhile.
?We?ll clean everything up, don?t worry."?
?You take good care to DO this. Anyway, there was no need to throw the drapes on the floor..."?
?We can wash them."?
?Don?t even think about it,"? snarled Mira. ?Angela?"?
One of our servants came by and she began to gather the drapes spread on the floor. Mira left the apartments without a word. I endorsed her steps but, before I left the room, I could hear Olga spit behind us:
?Bitch..."?
At lunch, we talked about the newcomers. Besides re-cleaning Rurak?s apartments, Olga stated clearly that she wanted only her cooks to prepare her master?s meals. Whenever Rurak and Vasilescu were to eat together, Olga?s cooks will be around, supervising the food and so on. My aunt swallowed it badly but, after talking to Mr. Vasilescu, she accepted Olga around.
?However,"? stated then Mira, in a face to face talk with her counterpart, ?whenever you find something that you don?t agree with, call me. We can settle things without throwing the drapes or the dishes on the floor, OK?"?
Those who heard the talk said that the redhead answered in a stiff tone:
?There are many ways in which we can settle out things!"?
It seems that my aunt simply nodded then, leaving Olga without a word.
?Two hard rocks had met,"? noticed Vasile, an old electrician. ?I never saw two women step on each other?s toes as such..."?
?They hated each other from the moment they met,"? said a woman.
?Yes, but our Mira made her point,"? stated a young chambermaid, who always fawned upon my aunt.
?Well... we have to see what comes next... This Olga seems a hard piece to chew, even for Mira,"? said Visina, our old cook.
Later in the evening, Mira and Olga argued once again. Olga had the impression that her servants were too crowded and my aunt had to show her all the rooms in the building.
?My servants are crowded too,"? she explained.
?You could have arranged something in the attic,"? remarked Olga. ?It?s plenty of room up there."?
?If you wish, some of your people can sleep in the attic."?
?Are you kidding? I went there and it?s a damned mess..."?
?You went there without asking ME?!"? hissed my aunt, raising an eyebrow.
?You were not around and I wanted to see for myself."?
?OK. If the attic doesn?t suit you, you?ll sleep in crowded rooms."?
?It is strange..."? said Olga then. ?I was told that this place was managed better than this. If I worked here, I would have..."?
?You DON?T work here,"? interrupted Mira. ?Besides, none told me that Mr. Rurak will bring 20 people with him."?
?You imply that Mr. Rurak should have announced YOU about the people he intended to bring with him?"?
?No, I imply that Mr. Rurak?s employees should accept the situation as it is. It?s the best we can offer."?
?It?s the best YOU can offer..."? said Olga, weighting once again Mira.
My aunt straightened herself, smiling from the corner of her mouth.
?Can YOU offer more than that?"? ? she asked.
?Maybe we?ll find out one of these days,"? snarled Olga in disdain.
That night, I slept with Mihai, the student that worked part time with us. He was very talkative and, of course, we discussed about the newcomers.
?Your pretty aunt found her godmother,"? he quoted a Romanian saying.

[Ted Mark]

Thanks! Got it now.

Wonderful! You are the Tolstoy ("War and Peace") of Catfight writers.


Ted