Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Racy Red

**ROMANY**

There were only three swimsuits in my closet and they were all bikinis. I released a frustrated growl as I realized that the only one that *might* fit was, of course, a string bikini in racy red. The other two, aside from being hideous, were made for itty bitty titties. At least with the string bikini I could somewhat adjust the fit. As long as the top wasn't *too* small. Less fabric meant less coverage and after what had just happened with Alex, I needed all the coverage I could get. I dressed in the dim light of my room, pleasantly surprised when it turned out that the swimsuit that I chose was actually a couple sizes bigger than the other two were, granting me plenty of coverage both topside and down. Even so, I still slipped on the white terry cloth robe hanging in my bathroom and tied it closed before I headed downstairs.

It was well after nine o'clock when I hit the first floor and I was kind of shocked to see so many people still milling about. Just like at breakfast, there were a good number of men and women scattered about and I had to wonder if they hustled and bustled like this regularly. Some were watching, some were cleaning... some were *glaring* at *me*. But then I remembered, the night that I arrived here, the place seemed virtually empty.

*These are all things that are not your business Ro. Get your ass to the pool.*

Walking toward the dining room I passed more than a few ladies who stopped working to glare at me. I ignored them, much like before, and headed straight out the sliding glass doors and onto the raised patio that led toward the pool. The air wasn't as warm as I preferred it to be during a night swim, but I didn't let it bother me. The steps down to the pool were made of some smooth white stone that felt like heaven on my bare feet. They extended down two levels, branching off to the right on each floor. I chose the bottom tier of the tri-level pool to swim in because that was where the lounges were. As I stepped closer to the water, lights came on all around the area. Illuminating everything around the pool as well as the pool itself in a cycle of colors. *Nice.*

beyond the pool, I shivered. There was a path that led into that

sure that I

to the next. After a few minutes of exercise, I floated toward the shallow end to rest. Just as I made it

gruffly, placing the items on the table farthest from the steps. Then he turned around and disappeared in the

the lights, but it wasn't permanent. I was perfectly capable of relocating that shit myself, so I let it go. Climbing out of the water I reached down for my robe and

if they did and I simply didn't notice them, why would they take my robe? *What the fuck?* "Assholes," I murmured to myself as I decided that my swim was over and headed for the dinner

to be fucken kidding me. Really?" The only thing on the plate before me was my fucking reflection. Nothing else. Not a carrot nor a pea, not a bean or slice of bread. Nothing. "Wow," I said, glaring at the wine glass and wondering if it was tainted some way, or worse... poisoned. "Fuck

it again and then again before giving up. The hallway beyond the dining room was still brightly lit and I could see people milling about in the other room, so I pounded on the door like a fucking madwoman, hoping I'd shatter the glass. Absolutely nobody cared. Not one of them. There were guards inside, scattered

the corner, away from the pool, I was relieved to see I'd found the double doors into the main hall. The windows on each side of me

me.