Back to.America

Jean Sallemen smiled and petted Juanita Juarez's jet black hair. "My dear girl, you have changed so much. No one would recognize you now. When you came here two years ago, you were a proud, rich, stupid white woman. Now you're just my little latina whore. You can't even speak English anymore. I don't think you'd be capable of going back to your old life even if you wanted to, but it would certainly be humiliating to watch you try. That's why I'm sending you for a few weeks to America on your Venezuelan passport."

Juanita gasped and for a moment, some of the brainwashing, chemicals, and conditioning faltered. "Wha, I... pero I no can speak English now, how I live?" Jean laughed and put a finger on her whore's lips to shush her. "I have a friend there who is willing to let you clean for her. Of course, you'd have to do a few other things to make money. America isn't cheap after all."

Juanita recognized the house that the taxi had dropped her off at immediately. It was the house of one of her old rivals at her firm. Rebecca Lawrence had hated Juanita when she'd been Joanna, especially after Joanna had undercut her for a promotion. The last time she had walked up this driveway, she'd been Joanna Paulson, driven American career woman in a stylish pantsuit and flats. Now she strutted toward the house in denim minishorts, thong, cutoff tshirt and 4 inch heels as Juanita Ximena Juarez, cheap Venezuelan whore and maid who could barely speak any English. The gold plastic hoops in her ears hung down almost to her shoulders, and her long black hair hung down over her worn backpack halfway to her ass.

Rebecca answered the door and gawked at the sight before her. Joanna looked like a cheap latina slut. "Oh my god, Joanna, you don't look anything like... well, you!" Juanita blinked and said the line she'd been practicing, "Good day my name is Juanita Juarez and I an from Venezuela. Senora Sallemen say that I clean your house for you. Is ok?" Juanita smiled at her new employer. Something felt strange, she thought. This woman looks familiar, but how could that be? I am from Venezuela and have never been to America.

Rebecca laughed and played along. "Well come in, 'Juanita Juarez from Venezuela.' I am so glad to finally... meet you. You can call me Ms. Lawrence." She showed Juanita to her room, a small guest room that had some uniforms, a dresser and a bed. As Juanita took her few clothes out of her bag, Rebecca stared openly at her. "Jesus, she did a number on you. You don't even move the same way. If I didn't have such a clear memory of Joanna and the stuck up bitch she was, I'd never know you were the same person." Rebecca marveled.

After Juanita got unpacked, Rebecca explained her new chores to her. She kept having to stop and repeat herself for her new maid, since Juanita's grasp of English was so poor. After far too long, Rebecca was satisfied that her former rival understood enough to start working.

Juanita got dressed in her new uniform, which was extremely revealing. The black and white ensemble was halfway between lingerie and a maid's uniform. The top was essentially a shelf bra with puffy short sleeves, and was so low cut her nipples peeked out of the top. The thin lycra material over her tits did nothing to hide her now prominent nipples and nipple rings. Her maid skirt was closer to a tutu than a skirt, and the slightest bend at the waist would show off the black string thong underneath. She finished it with some knee high fishnets and 4 inch pumps. At her neck was a black lace choker with "Maid" on it. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought she was a little overdressed compared to when she was working for Senora Sallemen.