Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

Finally, Natalie had muttered under her breath after she had closed the doors behind a group of women that had been over for brunch. Pretentious stupid bimbos, she continued and turned around towards the stairs of the huge mansion she was living in. As part of the old aristocracy it was her duty to host events like these for people she did not care about at all. Though the class of nobility had lost its power, that did not mean it had lost its influence and maintaining good relations with the other families was a vital part of advancing on the social ladder and furthering businesses. Lady Natalie Porter knew that, she had known that all her life, even before she married Duke Earl Porter a few years ago. He was handsome enough and from a good house, which made it a logical match and once he had started to court her, she was willing to let him, knowing that once she would be his wife, her title would actually rise up to Duchess. She did not insist on being called that at all times, yet it was good to know that she owned that title and that it displayed her superiority over other people. Being far from stupid, Natalie always saw through the charade of the aristocrats, but at the same time being part of it made her feel better. She was better! So despite having gained a higher rank in the hirachy, life itself with her husband was mundane. He was a boring man, only interested in his money and how well other people would like him. The Lady of the house Porter was different in that regard, sure she liked the riches, but did not care one ounce if she was being like or not, in her mind everyone was beneath her anyway. When she finally reached the stairs she had a change of heart and turned around once more, walking slowly through the lounge and towards the door that lead to the huge garden. The Duke was out of the country for business and Lady Natalie liked it that way, as she did not need to indulge in pointless conversations with him or take part in what he called our time. He was as boring in the bedroom as his personality was and usually she would only have sex with him once every month if at all. Like in her normal life she was sure that she deserved unconditional servitude from her man in the bedroom, that it was his duty to satisfy her, but his skills were lacking and very soon after the wedding she had become sick of his feeble attempts to excite her. Him being away also meant that the staff was on its bare minimum. The Lady hated too many people around and usually gave most of them days off when her husband wasnt home. As she left the house and stood on the terrace she caught a glimpse of Idris Alba, the gardener. Every time she saw him it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Though she would never admit to it, it was obvious that Lady Porter was a racist. When her husband had hired the black gardener, she had tried to persuade him to fire him and give the job to some one else, but the Duke had one of his rare moments where he displayed a backbone and he had put his feet down. Later in the evening they had fought about it again and he had tried to explain to her that he came with high recommendation. A black man in her household, her father would be ashamed. She kept a close eye on him since, longing for him to give her an excuse to fire his ass. It her mind it was only a matter of time before he would steal something or do something else that would justify to lay him off. She took another few steps and sat down on the stairs, still in her expensive blue dress she had worn for the brunch. It was revealing but classy at the same time and it took only seconds for Natalie to notice that Idris Alba was eating her alive with his eyes. He did that a lot, staring in silence and she wondered if he was just thick and thought she wouldnt notice, or if he just did not care if she would. She leaned back and held his gaze, shifting her legs a bit to show off a tiny bit more of the smooth pale skin of her thigh. The corners of her mouth lifted barely visible as she enjoyed teasing him. She was sure he would imagine all kinds of fantasies in his little narrow mind, fantasies of how she would please him and admire him. She chuckled over the irony as her mind was filled with nothing but contempt for him. He was a thorn in her eye and she was like a bloodhound, always on his track, always looking for her chance to get rid of him. The way he was staring now, almost like a challenge made her angry. He stood there without a shirt, showing off his muscular body and even though she hated his guts, she had to admit he was in shape. He was just finishing a bottle of beer, something she would never had allowed but she knew it was something her husband had established. There were times where the Duke would share a beer with his gardener as they would both sit on the terrace of the mansion, or at the pool, or even just between some bushes in the maze. Lady Natalie felt sick by this, how could he treat him like a friend. He was staff, nothing more, and in addition to that he was black. The slender brunette locked her eyes on him and her facial expression changed into one that conveyed nothing but arrogance when Idris Alba approached her with the wheelbarrow in front of him. The way he stared, shamelessly and almost drooling over her. When he had finished talking she paused for a moment, letting her eyes wander over his stature. She noticed the big bulge in his jeans and judging from that he must be hiding a monster down there, but it mattered not. Not for her. Nonetheless she decided to tease him more, showing him what he could never have. While still leaned back she opened her legs a bit for a brief moment, quite clearly giving him a glimpse of her black designer panties. She closed her legs as quick as she had opened them and got up abruptly. Actually there is Idris., she sneered at him, making no attempt to hide her haughtiness. It was obvious that his question was not a real question and that he was planning to finish for the day and return to the staff accommodations on the outskirts of the grounds. With her husband gone however she had all the time she wanted to make his life miserable. My husband and I have decided that we want to improve the visual of the less visited parts of our property. There is a maintenance shed on the northern part of the grounds. It is quite small, painted in grey and utterly overgrown. We want you to cut the bushes and branches around the shed and remove the birch branches that have been nailed to the top of the handrail. She waited calmly for his response, knowing full well that this would mean another 3 to 4 hours of work at least, if not more depending on how difficult it would be to deal with the handrail. When he didnt answer right away she pushed further. Do you know which shed I mean? Or do I have to show you? Lady Natalie used a presumptuous voice, as if she thought he was retarded or something like that. Secretly she enjoyed making him feel lesser and to add insult to injury she had the audacity to give him a beautiful smile as if her words had been meant to be encouraging and not degrading.