A job

I lay on the couch, feeling my back ache, but even so I ended up sleeping, I woke up the next day with the smell of scrambled eggs invading the room.

I got up, walked through the apartment until I reached the kitchen, and I had the fascinating vision of Pietro only in his underwear, at the foot of the stove.

The urge I had was to put my hand inside my panties and touch myself, but I couldn't risk being without a place to stay just because I couldn't respect myself, the way he said.

He noticed my presence and looked back at the exact moment I was devouring his ass with my eyes.

Pietro: Are you enjoying the landscape Jessy?

- It's the best landscape I've seen to date, do you believe it?

We both laugh.

Pietro: Sit down and I'll serve you.

- Don't you want help?

Pietro: Have you ever cooked in your life?

- In truth no.

Pietro: So there's no way you can help me.

- But you can teach me.

He stopped whatever he was doing and stared at me, his gaze was something that made me lose track of time and space.

Pietro: I see no reason to teach you if you're only going to be here for a few days.

- You're right, I just wanted to be useful.

He put scrambled eggs and some toast on two plates and juice in glasses and we ate in silence.

After everything I collected the dishes and washed them, at least that's what I was good for.

- Today I'm going after a job.

Pietro: You'd better leave at lunchtime, there's no risk of someone seeing you at that time.

- Isn't it better for you to tell Zuca right away that I'm here.

Pietro: No, he will want to make you his sex slave.

- And you care about that why?

Pietro: Is that what you want Jessy? Want him to use you and treat you like a bitch like he did last time?

I was silent, it was the best thing to do.

He went to his room, put on some clothes and left slamming the door, and I was left alone, trying to understand why he wanted to protect me so much.

I went to see the other compartments of the apartment and realized that there was only one room, which was his.

- Looks like I'm going to have to keep sleeping on the couch, I told myself.

I grabbed my backpack, separated some clothes, and remembered that I hadn't brought any shoes other than what I was wearing.

- What the hell!

I went to take a shower, then I went to get ready, and I had to go into Pietro's room to look for a hairbrush, but I ended up finding more than that.

In his wardrobe he had everything a woman needed, makeup, clothes, underwear, toothbrush, sandals still in the box.

- Our! Whose will these things be?

I decided not to mess with anything, I just used the hairbrush and the toothbrush and put a light lipstick on my lips.

I waited until lunchtime so I could go out, and I found Pietro in the alley.

Pietro: Are you going to look for a job dressed like that?

- I didn't bring many clothes Pietro, this is the best I brought.

Pietro: There are new clothes in my wardrobe Jessy, I bought them just yesterday, you didn't see why you were sleeping.

- Are all those things in your wardrobe for me?

Pietro: Have you seen it? What did you want going through my wardrobe?

- I was looking for a brush to comb my hair.

Pietro: And who did you think it all belonged to?

- I don't know Pietro, from a girlfriend.

Pietro: If I had a girlfriend, you wouldn't be sleeping in my apartment, now please go back there and change your clothes.

I kissed him on the cheek, and thanked him, he had no obligation to help me and even so, he was doing everything for me.

While I was going back to the apartment, some people were looking at me, but I thought it was normal, since it was a housing project and everyone knew each other, of course they would find my presence there strange.

I changed my skirt and my low-cut blouse for long pants and a well-behaved shirt, chose a brand new pair of sandals and wondered how he had guessed the size I was wearing.

Pietro: Now yes, you have something appropriate, good luck Jessy.

- Thanks.

I took a taxi and went to the central part of the city, where there were stores, but none needed someone to work.

It was late afternoon, I was hungry and tired, and I didn't want to spend the money I had, because I needed to save, I looked at the cell phone and there were nineteen calls from my father, and fifteen from my mother.

- They must be desperate, I told myself.

I turned off the cell phone to prevent them from continuing to call me.

While I was looking for a taxi to go back to the Bronx, I saw a sign on an establishment.

(House cleaner needed).

- Would I get along cleaning other people's houses? I asked myself.

It didn't hurt to try, so I joined.

- Good afternoon, I saw on the sign that you are in need of a house cleaner, how can I get a job?

Attendant: Do you have experience young lady?

- No, but I'm hardworking and I learn fast.

She looked at me thoughtfully.

Attendant: The preference was to get someone with experience, as our customers are very demanding with cleanliness, but we are really in need of someone urgently, I'll give you a chance, if you do well on the first day, you continue.

- Are you serious? Wow, thank you so much, and how much will I get for the job?

Attendant: At first I'll pay you 12.00 dollars per hour worked, when you get the hang of the whole thing, I'll start paying you 15.00. Fill out this form with your data, contact details and be here tomorrow at 07:00hrs.

I filled out the form as calmly as possible so as not to make a mistake, then handed it in.

- Thanks again, tomorrow I'll be here for sure.

She looked at the form I filled out, and then looked at me.

Attendant: See you tomorrow Jessy, and don't forget to bring your own cleaning supplies.

- Like this? Do you not supply the material?

Attendant: No, that part is up to you.

- What will I need?

Attendant: Here's the list and I wrote down the time so you don't forget.

When she gave me the list, I almost fell over backwards, it was a lot and there would be almost nothing left for me.

I came back to the Bronx with a job, but not knowing how I was going to get the material to work with.

It was already getting dark when I got to the Bronx and unfortunately I hadn't arranged the return trip with Pietro, but I was lucky enough to get to the apartment without being noticed by any of the guys working for Zuca, because they were too busy selling drugs for a group of boys.

As soon as I arrived at the apartment, I realized that Pietro wasn't there, and I was already feeling so hungry.

I put the list on the table and went to take a shower, feeling my legs were exhausted, then I went into Pietro's room and grabbed his shirt and one of my shorts.

- I don't think he'll mind.

Then I went to look for something in the fridge to eat, my surprise was that it was full of delicious things, I opened the cabinets and they were also full of food.

I took two Yogurts, and a biscuit and devoured it all.

- I'm going to lie down for a while to rest, and in a little while I'm going to the market to buy these cleaning materials, I told myself.

I laid down on the couch, and what was supposed to be a simple rest for a few minutes ended up becoming the whole night.