Status: Part 4

“Date prisa te necesito!” Felipe called from outside the staff house.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way.” Grumbled Kyle as he turned off the hot water, having filled the communal basin so that Rosa could hand wash her and her husband’s clothes. In truth he was taking his sweet time with it and Felipe was well aware that that’s what he was doing.

“VAMANOOOOOS! COME ON!!” He screamed again, this time tapping his shears on the bathroom window.

“I SAID I’M COMING!!” Kyle shouted back angrily. “Fucking bullshit.”

He wiped his hands off on a towel before running them over his scruffy face, enjoying the warmth and moisture from the water. He pulled up his rugged jeans with strong, sleeveless arms and sighed, centering himself for another irritating day under his new boss.

(1)

Ever since he’d had to move in with his mom and stepdad, Kyle had been made to live in the staff house on the manor grounds and work to earn his keep until he found a better job. He’d argued several times that he couldn’t go out and get a job if he was already working full time for Gideon, but both Erin and her husband had shot him down with the reminder that he was also getting to live on the estate completely rent free. His girlfriend was free to come and go as she pleased, and so was he so long as his chores for the day were finished. He could apply online in his downtime or put in applications on the weekends, but that was just the cost of living in a fancy place for basically nothing. They dressed it up as trying to teach him some lesson about work ethic and responsibility but he didn’t buy it.

His mom was the kind of woman who worked hard for what little she used to have, but then married rich and stopped needing to worry about money ever again. Still though, she took the marriage as an accomplishment won by her hard work, and now believed that EVERYONE should have the same hard time as she did instead of her using her newfound wealth to make life easier for her son. So now while his mom was off living it up on some beach boardwalk resort or whatever, living it up with her rich husband, Kyle was stuck helping “the help” pull weeds and clean pools all day.

(2)

Kyle marched out and dutifully put his gloves on while the other darkly tanned Mexican workers from on and off the grounds gossiped to each other in Spanish, laughing to each other eagerly as the scruffy blonde man picked up the first of many bags of fertilizer for the day and hauled it over to one of the planters. Kyle pulled out his work knife and stabbed it into the bag before pulling it out again and ripping the plastic open with his strong arms.

“Crees que su novia vendrá hoy?”

Kyle knew they were making fun of him. They always laughed and chuckled to themselves, probably yucking it up over the prodigal son of the new lady of the house having to dig through literal shit to make his living. It didn’t matter. The work actually did make him feel accomplished when it was done and no one could say he didn’t do anything with his day.

He had a job, a decent place to live (even if he was actively trying to leave it), and some extra money to help treat his smokin’ hot girlfriend the way she liked being treated. Every time she showed up, he could hear the other workers pipe up and start chattering to themselves, but he didn’t mind terribly. He knew she was hot and even if she flaunted her beauty and dressed a certain way, it was *him* that she was going to bed with at the end of the night. She was classy and cute, but wasn’t overly enthused by having nothing to do or wear when they got together, so in that regard, having a job was important. Lucille may not have had the boujie standards his parents did, but she wasn’t going to allow her man to be a scrub either. In that way, Kyle considered his work well worth it.

(3)

Towards the afternoon, his parents had come home and the in-house staff rushed to attend them. Kyle was still finishing up tilling a planter and thus wasn’t yet free to leave his duties to go and greet them after the weekend away from home. Kyle continued working, wiping the sweat from his dirty brow as he looked up just in time to see Lucille sauntering out towards him. He stood up in surprise just as Gideon appeared in the doorway, his ring gleaming in the distance.

For a moment, the world shuddered.

“Hey babes, what’s up? You still playin in the mud?” Lucille asked a little too casually.

“Lucille? Hey! Uhh…I didn’t know you were coming over today.” Kyle stammered slightly, his head throbbing.

Lucille scrunched her face up in mock disgust, her eyebrow quirking upward behind her fashion sunglasses. She had sauntered over in a bright blue and yellow outfit complete with a cute little sunhat, perfect for the beach. As usual, her fat, perky tits were on clear display beneath a provocative top.

(4)

“The fuck? You should have. We said we were coming back today.” She said coolly, fully sounding like she genuinely believed he should have known and pointedly less than shy about saying so.

Something in Kyle’s mind began to form from the aching, nauseating resonance of the world around him. Memories of him being offered to go on the family weekend trip, but then being denied due to a report from Felipe that he hadn’t been pulling his weight around the garden and even in the house. Instead, Lucille was offered the already paid for ticket, which she eagerly accepted.

“I still can’t believe you went with them on their trip. Without me, no less.” He said, his vision finally stabilizing.

“Well sorry, but like…that was a trip to fucking Cancun, like….I wasn’t gonna turn that down. I don’t really see why it’s a problem.” Lucille defended casually.

“The problem is that you went without me.” Kyle replied, a tinge of sadness seeping into his scruffy features.

“Well, I mean it’s not like there were four tickets. They only bought three. I don’t think I should have to feel bad just because you didn’t do your job when you were supposed to.”

“Anyways, your mom’s looking for you so you should go talk to her. I’m gonna go take a nap at the staff house. Later babes~”

“Later..” Kyle sighed, and trudged off to see what his mom wanted.

“Oh Kyle, I was looking for you! We’re back! How was the house while we were gone?” Erin asked politely, but somewhat indifferently. She looked to be pushing through pleasantries to get to something more important she wanted to bring up.

“Hey mom, welcome back. Uhh…The house was fine…I just spent my time cleaning, doing yard work, and hanging out….Just like always. I hope you and Gideon had a good time on vacation with my girlfriend.” Kyle said dryly, his discontent clear in his voice.

Erin barely seemed to react outwardly to her son’s tone as she set down her Versace purse and began fiddling with her large crescent earrings.

“Oh please. The only reason *you* didn’t go was because once again, you didn’t do the one thing we ask of you around here. Honestly I’m surprised Gideon has been as nice as he has and not docked your pay. And for the record, I advocated for you to go anyways, but he convinced me that rewarding your negligence and lazy behavior isn’t going to motivate you to change, so we decided to give the ticket to Lucy instead.”

Kyle grunted in irritation.

“Seriously? An attitude? What did you want us to do with the extra ticket? Throw it away?” Erin asked, still not quite paying full attention to Kyle as she bustled about.

“Or you could have…Oh, I don’t know….Actually taken your own son instead of replacing him with his girlfriend, which is already kind of weird as it is. HI hope the fact that she’s like 18 years younger than you didn’t put a damper on your fun.” Kyle said, his arguments growing more intense as his agitation rose.

“Actually that wasn’t a problem at all. Lucy looks so much like Gideon and me that everyone just sort of thought she was our daughter. A couple people thought we were sisters!” Erin chirped happily, finally looking Kyle in the eye during that last part.

As much as he despised seeing it, Lucille DID look like a younger version of his mother, which bothered him on more than one level at a time. She too wore low cut shirts from brand name designers that showed off her impressively large natural breasts and walked with the same kind of confidence while wearing them. They both had dark brunette hair that cascaded over their shoulders and vibrant, youthful skin. His mom was clearly the older of the two, he thought, but sisters wouldn’t be a bad guess either.

(5)

“Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. After spending some time with her, Gideon and I absolutely fell in love with Lucy and would like to have her around more. So we’ve decided to let her move into your old room and work on her degree. We figure that way she can still be around and you two can have more time together while she is still not so close to you as to be a distraction.” Erin smiled.

“Fucking WHAT?!” Kyle asked incredulously. “She’s fucking moving in?!”

Erin stared at him for a moment disapprovingly. “Yes she is, though I didn’t expect you to have a problem with that.”

“You went on vacation with MY girlfriend, decided ON YOUR OWN that you were going to move her into MY ROOM, and keep me living out in the fucking servant’s quarters?!?! Not only that, but you did this all without even asking me first?! YES I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT!!!” Kyle raged.

Erin merely rolled her eyes and sighed. “Well, she’s coming back in now so you can tell her all about it. I’m going upstairs for my bath.”

Erin smiled sweetly and wiggled her fingers at him before swiftly making her way up the stairs just in time for the door to open.

Kyle turned to look at Lucille, his face a mess of emotions as he noticed an out of place patch of makeup on her neck that wasn’t there earlier.

“……What?” She asked.