Brazzers
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The stale scent of cheap champagne and regret still clung to the air as I scrubbed the marble countertop, another long night as the bitch maid in a mansion of fleeting pleasures. Last evening’s chaos was crystallized in a shattered highball glass, a relic of some forgotten argument between the resident diva, Heather Summers, and her latest fling. My fingers, raw from harsh chemicals, traced the ghost of a lipstick stain, a perfect crimson smear left by Heather’s pout, a deliberate mark of her dominion. Through the panoramic window, I watched the impossibly chiseled Keiran Lee strut by the pool, his confidence a tangible force field that both repelled and fascinated me. He never saw me, of course; I was just part of the scenery, a silent witness paid to erase the evidence of their decadent lives. I could still hear the echo of Heather’s throaty laugh from the night before, a sound that could curdle milk or make a man like Keiran fall to his knees. Now, collecting a discarded silk robe from the floor, I inhaled the lingering mix of her expensive perfume and his cheap cigar, a scent that told a thousand sordid stories. My own life felt like a distant rumor in this gilded cage, my desires and frustrations buried under the daily grime of their existence. Each polished surface and fluffed pillow was a testament to my invisible labor, a performance as choreographed as their own theatrical passions. This house, with its beautiful, broken people, was my prison and my stage, and I was forever the silent keeper of their most intimate, unscripted secrets.
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