Ava adjusted her apron of her maid’s uniform, her perky breasts straining against the thin fabric as she wiped down the dusty room. The uniform, a barely-there ensemble of a short skirt, a low-cut top, and thigh-high stockings, left little to the imagination. She sighed, as her cloth trailed over the surfaces, leaving streaks in the dust. Cleaning this place was a never-ending battle, and today, the air felt heavier than usual, the dust clinging to her skin like a second layer. Latina is Ava’s boss, a strict and dominating Latina woman. She is tall, attractive, with dark hair, and big, brown eyes. She has a no-nonsense attitude and is not afraid to use discipline when it comes to her employees. Latina entered the room, “Ava, what is this? Do you call this clean?. You’re not even trying.” Ava’s cheeks flushed, her heart sinking. Latina’s eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable. “Hours? And this is all you’ve managed? You’re slacking, Ava. I’ve had lazy cleaners before, and I will