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South of the Border, Part 7 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG)
🕑 Added 2024-01-04 00:36:35 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Story Tier Prompt
When a group of college students go south of the border to Mexico for spring break, best friends Angus and Jared decide to party a little too hard. Their insensitivity to local custom annoys a local bruja, who decides to transform them into a pair of Mexican twin sisters who can’t even understand English anymore. They can only turn back if they help her with the household chores, but things take an unexpected turn for all three.
Part 7: Mexican Maids
The two former party jocks were now a couple of Mexican maids. They looked like they’d walked out of one of their own former fantasies, except there was nothing fantastic about scrubbing down toilets, changing sheets that had sex stains on them, and clearing out webs and crumbs and all manner of mess from poorly taken care of rooms. They were assigned to a local hotel called The Toledo, which was probably a little ironic given that a) it was located in Knoxville, Tennessee, and b) it was a Spanish-themed hotel that nevertheless mostly hired Mexicans, assuming most people would think they were the same because of the shared language. Was that ironic? Amarissa and Josfina argued about it: grammar had never been their strong suit. Perhaps it was just amusing.
Either way, their days were not particularly fun. Being a maid was, in fact, very hard work, and not at all how Hollywood (or pornos) made it look. The outfits weren’t scandalous, though they did fit quite tightly around their respective busts and hips, but they had the classic black and white colour scheme that nevertheless aroused fetishes everywhere. Amarissa and Josefina knew this, because from day one they were already experiencing rude comments and come-ons, most of them from middle-aged men who quite literally had wives with them during their vacation. They said things like:
“Well, looks like I should go to Spain sometime if the views are so nice. Or just south of the border if I want the views closer and cheaper.”
“Make sure to clean the doormat too, since it’s so filthy. I’ll just stand here and make sure you do a good job. Don’t be afraid to bend over, darling. I like a plump pair of fruits.”
“You know, that uniform looks one or two sizes too small for you, young woman. Or perhaps you’re just one or two sizes too big, if you know what I mean. If you want, I can give you a real big tip if you show me up close which it is.”
The last kind were the worst; the men who implied that they would like to fuck them, sleep with them, have sex with them, however one wanted to put it. Even with their broken understanding of English, it was obvious what was being said and suggested. It was even easier to read between the lines when the lines themselves were quite blurry, though both were starting to pick up more of their old language. Josefina and Amarissa had only been there three days and had both been given such ‘wonderful opportunities’ over five times each and counting, and that wasn’t even considering the double-ups from the same men repeating themselves. It was, perhaps, a bit of karma for their own fetishising such women: Aaron had literally bragged that he was going to fuck a ‘hot Mexican mamacita maid’ while down in Cancun. Now she was the maid, and it was anything but sexy.
Well, anything but sexy unless Miguel got to see her. The four of them were staying not at the Toledo but a hotel that was much more of a dive, but still within walking distance (if one counted a mile’s walk as within walking distance. Amarissa didn’t, given that her wonderfully thick thighs no longer had much muscle to them). And while it was a relief to get out of the maid costume before heading back, it was clear that both of the brothers had a bit of excitement themselves at seeing the girls wearing the classic outfit of feminine subservience. It didn’t hurt that they looked quite rugged and manly in their work tank tops and shorts. Marco didn’t have lots of muscle, but his form was delightful to Josefina.
“You look like you might one day put on a lot more,” she teased, stroking his small bicep. “Especially if you keep working this hard.”
Marco smiled softly. “And you look beautiful, especially in your uniform. Can I . . . can I see it again? I’d like to draw you in it, if that’s okay.”
Amarissa shot her a look, but Josefina was increasingly having a bit more fun with her current form. Besides, she wanted to feel not so shit while wearing it, and this gave her a bit of excitement. She left the room to change, and when she came back she waltzed right in, swaying her hips from side to side and waving a cheap little duster she’d bought just for the occasion.
“Very hot,” Miguel said from across the room, Amarissa slumped against him. The two were tired, but she pulled herself up to glare.
“Are you serious? That’s my sister!”
“Um, but you both look identical!”
She jabbed the laughing man in the chest. “We’re still different people! I can’t believe you! And we look different in the uniforms anyway! We move differently, and I wear my hair more professionally. And she doesn’t have my nametag besides!”
Miguel relaxed back, showing off his lithe but actually quite muscular arms. He tweaked his moustache slightly as he grinned. “I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I’ll show you!”
She stormed off, even as Josefina posed slightly sensuously on the other couch as Marco began to draw her likeness. She loved his drawings, not just posing for them but seeing the cute concentration on his face. He worked hard on them, and was careful to capture every part of her as best as he could.
“Keep holding still.”
“With my cleavage out like this? You just like drawing my big tetas, don’t you?”
He blushed completely, nearly dropping his pencil. “It’s just . . . a very good pose, alright?”
“I’ll bet it is,” she teased. “But hurry up! I want to see it!”
Meanwhile, Amarissa emerged in her own uniform, looking admittedly quite identical, but with her hair done up tighter and her nametag indeed different. She twirled on the spot, letting the looser dress part flow a little.
“There? See!”
“Ah, you’re right, much hotter.”
She frowned suddenly. “This is what you wanted. You planned this!”
“Well, you seemed eager to fall for it. You look very beautiful, Amarissa. Incredibly so. I won’t lie, I like a woman in uniform. Mine isn’t quite so good.”
She bit her lip, drawing closer to him. “It isn’t as formal, but it shows off your chest. Very guapo. Very handsome.”
She teased at the hairs on his chest, the hairs she missed on her own. But when he looked down at her cleavage and then up into her feminine face with its olive features and wavy dark curls, she couldn’t help but let go of that want. Instead, she kissed him.
“All finished!” Marco declared, showing Josefina her picture. It was indeed an incredible likeness. He had indeed made her look as beautiful and sexy as she posed, but it was her face that he had put the most effort into. Despite being identical now to her former friend-turned-twin, there was something unique in her expression that marked her clearly out as Josefina.
“It’s amazing,” she said. “You’ve seriously captured me.” She gave a naughty grin, her own engine beginning to rev. “And that deserves a reward, handsome.”
Soon the pair were making out also. It didn’t progress to full penetrative sex this time for either pair, but things certainly got handsy, and both women moaned in orgasm as their tits were played with to such an extent that it overwhelmed them. As they erupted, they shared a look across the room, astonished at what had happened.
But Josefina looked away quicker, willingly losing herself back to the pleasure.
“Marco, you’re s-so goooood! Ohhhh . . .”
***
As soon as they had enough money to continue their journey, the two girls up and left, as did Miguel and Marco. The latter pair had been working under an abusive manager who thought he was hot shit because he was the only documented immigrant among them, but Amarissa and Josefina were just happy to be out of the Toledo on account of how endlessly repetitive, boring, yet hard the work was. Scrubbing toilets and putting used condoms still dripping with old semen in the trash can was not their idea of the life they wanted to live. The only true enjoyment they got, other than the ‘maid roleplay’ that Josefina especially enjoyed with Marco afterwards, was the camaraderie that existed with the other maids. One other Mexican woman named Gabriella was a particular aid to them. She was in her thirties and had been at the hotel for over eight years, and had much sage advice to give about it and all future jobs.
“Just remember never to complain to management, my hermanas,” she told them explicitly. “The second there is trouble, they will turf you out because you are undocumented and easier to deal with, and they are getting money from the customer, not you. So keep your mouths shut, put up with it as much as you can, and if you have a problem, come to me. We women have to look out for each other and ensure we’re not taken advantage of. If you get a violent customer, we have ways of dealing with it, si?”
“Si!” the pair said, taking to this den mother immediately. It was saddening to leave her just a couple of weeks later, but at least she had helped them prepare for any future maid jobs they would need to take on, and given them more than a few lessons in the social interactions and little tactics that would disentangle them from disgruntled managers and customers alike. And they would need to take up the maid uniform again, because while they’d built up enough cash to keep their journey going, the repair on the car was only a patch job. Furthermore, they still needed money for stays, food, clothing, and other necessities, as well as a few pleasures. Josefina was increasingly taking a liking to some of the local fashion and wanted a few sports bras. Active as she always was, she wanted to go on runs, taking Marco with her to get him more in shape and let him see some wonderful views to paint.
Amarissa had to clamp down on this. “You can get all romantic with hot women when we’re back in our old bodies, hermana! I know these are just the compulsions of the curse, but can’t you see that?”
Josefina bit her lip, struggling to look her sister in the eyes. “I - I think so. But at the same time, I’m starting to wonder if this isn’t something more. I mean, Marco is really nice. I feel a sort of connection to him. More than I have for anyone. Don’t you feel the same towards Miguel? He’s always making you laugh with his silly jokes, and you are passionate when he is passionate. You liked going from woman to woman and never getting attached when you were a man, but you feel different now, right?”
It was Amarissa’s turn to look away. She did feel that way, and it scared the shit out of her. She had always been the lover, the Casanova, the one who loved them then left them, who had the one night stands and kept the panties for the trophy room when he could. Now as Amarissa, she found herself spending more and more time with Miguel. Hell, she’d even wasted some of her hard earned money to take him out for a cheap dinner and a local movie. Her compulsions had made it a romantic comedy, of course, but it had actually been pretty funny, and she hadn’t fought him when he kissed her on the cheek and put his arm around her. Nor did she even want to fight making out with him afterwards. She was worried that sex, held off for two weeks, was just around the corner again.
“I do feel different,” she said coldly. “And that’s why I need to be careful. Why we both need to be careful. Remember our goal. Remember who we used to be.”
It was enough to make Josefina go along with it, and cancel the walk. Instead, they picked up the beaten-up Ford Tinto and, with Miguel driving and Amarissa in the passenger seat, got on their way.
***
They made another stop in Maryland, and this one for several reasons. They were running very low on fuel and food money, and Josefina was starting to feel quite sick. She had been complaining about her stomach for some time now, ever since she had eaten some Mexican tacos which she now had the capability to recognise were anything but authentic. Amarissa gave her another ‘told you so’ rant about it, annoyed that they had to halt their progress. Still, it was a necessity, and Miguel was getting restless besides.
“I am sorry, beautiful chicas, but I also would like to see more of this beautiful land of opportunity! I’ve dreamed about America my whole life, and I feel like we’re just skipping by it! Maryland has some wonderful sights, why not enjoy some of them cheaply while we get ready for the final leg, si?”
Even Marco was in agreement. He had purchased some more art supplies, but found it a struggle to engage in his hobby while in a moving vehicle. It left Amarissa as the sole voice of sanity in her mind, but she had to relent.
“Fine, fine! I suppose this means I’ll be a damn maid again. Josefina, you better get un-sick soon, because I am not doing this alone!”
Josefina did, thankfully, recover. She was still complaining of other things though: her boobs were sore and she was quite tired, and it was obvious to everyone - even the boys - that this meant her period was coming on.
“Dios mio, I didn’t even think,” she told Amarissa as they walked to the summer house they had been hired to work at after seeing an ad in the paper. “I don’t want to have a period! There’s blood and stuff! Besides, my tetas already are so damn ripe, now they feel sore and swollen.”
“They do look a little bigger,” Amarissa said, trying not to feel strangely jealous. “Maybe people will be able to tell us apart again. But this is what I was talking about, hermana. If we don’t stop being hermanas, you’ll have to experience bloating, bleeding, and sickness every month of your life. How about that?”
Josefina frowned, feeling a regret coming over. “I never said I wanted to stay a woman, just that I was enjoying parts of it, and that I feel changed by it.”
“Just don’t change too much,” Amarissa warned. “Take my advice from my old life: love ‘em and leave ‘em. I like Miguel - I like him a lot, just as you say - but I won’t see him again after this.”
“I’d feel bad doing that to Marco.”
“Then leave him with good memories,” Amarissa said. They reached the gate of the impressively wealthy summer home, and she hit the speaker to talk to the owner. After a few moments of pause, someone replied.
‘Hello? Who’s there?’
Amarissa, as the appointed ‘older sister’ bgthe twins, creased her brow as she focused on the words in English. She’d been relearning basic phrases quickly, but the curse had still left her with a lot of blanks.
“H-hello, my name is Amarissa,” she managed, her heavy accent coming through. “I am responding to maid job with my sister. From paper, si?”
‘Oh, yes! That’s right! We didn’t expect someone to answer so quickly. Amarissa was it? Come on in, I’ve just unlocked the gate. You can understand English right?”
“Um, si.”
The voice on the other end of the intercom giggled a little. ‘I think you mean ‘yes’ there! But come on through. We’ll evaluate you in person. Welcome to my folks’ house!’
The voice sounded eerily familiar in a way that neither Amarissa nor Josefina could quite place.
“I swear I know that voice,” Josefina said, puzzled. “But maybe I’m imagining things. I could barely understand the bitch.”
“She may not be a bitch,” Amarissa said. “But so long as she pays us, we can stand a little bit of attitude. We just need some extra funds, and we already have the maid costumes.”
She indicated to her fine form. Yes, she looked stunningly gorgeous, but she also looked very professional, with her hair back tight and a bag of cleaning supplies she’d bought just to leave a good impression. Josefina, much to her chagrin, looked a bit more wild: her hair was a bit looser, her uniform emphasised her bust a bit more (particularly since she hadn’t done up the top button), and she was looking around with interest, scratching her head.
“Just look the part,” Amarissa hissed as she knocked on the door.
Seconds later, the door opened, and to their shared surprise the woman on the other side of the door was indeed someone they knew. She had honey-blonde hair and pale skin with cute freckles, and a figure that wasn’t half bad, particularly since she was wearing a see-through shirt over a cute blue bikini. She had what looked to be a girly alcoholic drink in one hand, and she was beaming at them.
“That’s Kaley,” Josefina said. “From our trip to Cancun!”
Indeed it was. Kaley had been among the richest of the spring break gang, and now that Josefina thought of it, she had often talked about her ‘summering’ in Maryland at her parents’ mansion. There was apparently even a huge pool, which explained her bikini. The odds of just happening to find work with one of their college and travel peers must have been astronomical - or perhaps simply karmically magical - but it still threw the pair off.
The woman raised her eyebrow. “Did I just hear my name? Oh, but of course, I was in the advert! Silly me! Well, since you know my name, it’s best I know yours. Which one of you is Amarissa? You must be twins - it’s soooo cute!”
They introduced themselves as best as they could in English, which Kaley giggled at, her attitude a little condescending. “Well, step on in. I’ll give you the run of the place and tell you all the jobs that need doing. I’ll check it all out before final payment: my folks are away and I’ve got a heap of friends over for several days, so I need everything spick and span while we’re trashing the place, lol! You do know what spick and span means, right?”
Amarissa was trying to keep up, and Josefina was even further behind. They simply gave a polite ‘si’ and a nod, which made Kaley act even more condescending.
“Did I hear you two talk about Cancun earlier? How did you know I went to Cancun?”
Amarissa acted fast, since Josefina was only good at improvising when it came to partying hard. “It was news. Saw face, and two men who were missing?”
She was fishing for information shamelessly, but it surprisingly worked. Kaley showed a flash of emotion.
“That’s our friends, Jared Hartley and Angus Izaac. They totally up and disappeared in Mexico when we were in Cancun. There was a police investigation and everything. They’re probably still whacked out on drugs, unless they pissed off the wrong person and ended up in a way worse state.”
The sisters raised an eyebrow to each other. Kaley was more right than she knew, not that they could or would tell her.
“I’m sorry,” Amarissa said.
“Me too. But they could also be total jerks. Aaron was a total hottie though. Would have liked to have seen him in board shorts again. Still, follow me.”
She moved ahead with confidence, giving them the tour of the place. With each room came a small history that seemed to show off Kaley’s family’s wealth, with explicit instructions on what they could and could not touch. She seemed to revel in pointing out that they were ‘unlikely to ever see a place like this unless you were cleaning it, right?’ which made Josefina clench her fists. But the real surprise came when she walked out to the pool, which was an extensive and incredibly expensive outside area with nearly a dozen other individuals in their early twenties all lounging around, drinking, and playing loud music while they flirted and chatted and laughed.
“That’s almost everyone who came down with us,” Josefina whispered to her sister. “There’s Hannah, and Ingris, and Mark and Peter. Even Georgie is here!”
“I can see that,” Amarissa said. Something about seeing them all here, chilling together, and not at all distraught over the loss of Angus and Jared, made her internally furious. The fact that Kaley kept looking at her and trying to thrust out her chest, clearly jealous of their forms, only made the whole thing seem so much more . . . shallow. As if they had changed, but everyone else had not. Experienced hardship, while these guys were still laughing it up.
“Hey everyone!” Kaley announced. “I’d like to introduce you to our new maids!”
“They’re hot!” Peter called.
“Peter!” a girl Amarissa recognised as Riley interjected. “You dog!”
“What? I bet they can’t even understand me. Are they cleaning up our shit? Because we’ve thrown around a lot of shit. I think Mark destroyed that crystal bowl out the front.”
They laughed together, including Kaley.
“That they are! Listen you two, we just need you to keep on top of everything, okay? We’ve already had one big interruption to spring break, and I won’t tolerate another. If you can get all your jobs done, I’ll happily pay you the full amount. Just make sure to hide the beers at the bottom of the bag, alright? Do you understand me, si?”
Amarissa sighed. “Si, senorita.”
That got a laugh from the group.
“Looks like we’ve got our own Mexican maids!” Mark called out. “And quite a sight for sore eyes!”
“You have no idea,” Amarissa said under her breath. She could tell from Josefina’s expression that she was thinking the same. Karma, history, and their peer choices were all coming back to bite them.
To Be Continued . . .
