Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

She looked at the gardener expectantly and had to force herself not to jerk away once he bent down. It came as a surprise to her and she wasnt quite sure what he was doing until she saw him pick up the bottlecap that was tossed in front of her feet so blatantly only moments ago. His warm breath touched her leg momentarily and again she suppressed the urge to move away. Though too far down for her nose to take part, she was sure it smelled like beer and for that reason a significant portion of anger rose up inside her. How dare he breathing his filth on me? Yet she knew better than to voice or even show her dismay. After all she would never be able to explain to the Duke that he had to fire his favourite staff member because she felt his breath when he picked up some trash in the garden. When he was standing tall again she had to lift her chin in order to look up to him as he was towering over her, making it almost look like she was a child next to him. Undeterred by her actual height of barely 5'2 feet she had always made herself look taller, be it by the support of fancy designer high heels or the sheer height of nobility that she was radiating out of every pore in her body. Nonetheless it did not help with the tall black man who took care of the flora on the grounds of the Porter mansion. He was easily a foot taller than she was, if not more. When he finally answered she nodded slightly, as if she had expected his answer from the get go, as if he was too stupid to remember all the parts and remote areas of the Porter property. His voice surprisingly melted with the warm afternoon temperatures, deep but still a hint of mellowness. Natalie could see how other people, people who are not as clever as she was, might mistake it for kindness and charm. Up until now the Lady of the house had almost not noticed the little golf buggy that was parked a few meters away. Only after Idris Alba had pointed it out and suggested her to climb aboard she had taken a closer look. It must have been one of the old golf buggies that her husband was using. Even at after a first short glance it was obvious that there was a reason why her husband had decommissioned the vehicle and apparently he had given it to Mr. Alba. Truth be told it made sense, after all the grounds were massive and in order to do a good job he had to move equipment around the grounds. Though she would never admit this in front of the Duke and much less so in front of the gardener himself, Natalie had to give him some credit, as the gardens and the maze looked stunning. That was the only thing about Idris Alba she was impressed with, or at least that was as much as she would admit to herself. She glanced at the things on the passenger seat and carefully moved the chains and padlocks to a box that was attached behind the seats on the buggy. Wondering briefly for what he might need those, she concluded that a lot of things must be locked away and in addition to that the grounds had several exits, some obvious and guarded, some small and hidden away, but still every one was locked. The next items were a belt, presumably property of Mr. Alba, a can of oil which she held with only her thumb and her pointer and quickly threw it into the box before wiping her hands on a the side of her dress. That would probably ruin it but what did it matter? It was unlikely she would wear it again anyway as she had been seen in it by other members of her social class and that meant there was no way she would wear it again. A noble life was at times a wasteful life, which might be a concern for other people, but Lady Natalie Porter did not care the slightest bit. After putting away a flashlight she grabbed the side of a newspaper and just when she picked it up a smaller sized magazine dropped to the floor in front of her. The careful manicured fingers of Natalie dropped the newspaper into the box before staring down to her feet and the magazine in front of it. It had been beaten up pretty badly but the pictures were still clear as a cloudless sky on a mild summers day, just like it was that very day. A black man of massive stature, not unlike Idris Alba was taking up most of the page, yet the eyecatcher was the much smaller white women who got apparently impaled on his huge cock. It was a vulgar and vile depiction of a sexual act and her first reaction was pure disgust. Yet after a moment she caught herself wondering what it must feel like for a woman to have that in her and unwillingly her eyes wandered over Idris Albas muscular body and the bulge in his jeans. In a flash of extreme weakness in her mind she imagined the gardeners big black member. Her cheeks grew some of that light reddish colour that she always got whenever she was excited, ashamed or embarrassed. Within a blink of an eye she regained control and picked up the magazine, offering the gardener a deep view down her dress, which if he would look, would tell him that she was not wearing a bra underneath. Quite clearly her small breasts were visible for an instant as the soft pink stood out of the shadowy colour scheme that was offering itself to the tall black man on her upper body. Once back up she glanced at him again, noticing his eyes locked on her and only then realizing that he might had witnessed another glimpse of what he would never be able to have. In order to not lose control of the situation she smiled at him confidently, trying to convey an aura of authority. She held up the magazine that read Interracial Monthly once she had closed it and changed her facial expression to one of disgust again. Delightful, she remarked tartly and sat down in the passenger seat and threw te magazine into the box before crossing her legs which meant that once more one leg was getting exposed and her colourless skin was once more on display for Idris Alba to take in. Natalie assumed he would do just that but right now she was pondering how to describe the way to the small shed since it has been some time since she had been there. If you would be so kind and just drive towards the maze for now and after passing it there should be a crossing with the path to the left leading to the guest house, the right to the fountain and the small cabin next to it. However we will go straight forward, passing the greenhouses and then another turn to the left and you should be able to see the shed. She finished her explanation and carefully pronounced each word in an exaggerated way, again in an attempt to make him feel stupid. With regard to his last words though, the petite brunette felt less confident than she was comfortable with. Was he messing with her? Did he try to unsettle her mind? If so he was successful as she was unable to explain his words. It felt awfully like he was mocking her and her relationship with her husband, but in such a subtle way that it was impossible to accuse him of anything. For the first time Natalie wondered if there was more to the tall black man that she had thought, was he playing her for a fool without her realizing it? Impossible, for that to be true he must have been cunning like a fox and in her mind that was just not a possibility that she could fathom. She stared at the sky for a while and had to agree that it looked like a change of weather was imminent, the probability of heavy rain seemed more than likely and she wondered if she had made a mistake in planning to overwhelm him with work on the far side of the grounds. Yet it wasnt all bad, as her mind was working out the details, she concluded she would show him the shed, then take back the buggy herself and make him walk after he is done with the work. If all would add up, he would even get plastered by thick drops of rain on his way back. A beautiful but diabolical smile appeared on her flawless face and she turned her head towards him, looking up to him once more as they passed the maze. I can not believe you dont know about the shed Idris. I am very disappointed! I thought by now you would know every corner of the grounds, my husband trusted you to take care of all the areas around here!, she blurted out in a tone that was reproachful but obviously not sincere.