Every bit as bad as she thought, and worse

Veronica's new home was every bit the backwood shack she expected. Set on a lot that was barely two acres, it only had six bedroom and eight baths. It lacked an indoor pool and the outdoor one was barely fifty feet by twenty. The head staff did not have their own quarters, but instead had one of the ground floor bedrooms. Smithers did have his own office, but it was tiny in comparison to the one he had back at their old house. Though, as Veronica could not help but notice, there was still room in the desk well for a girl to fit.

Once the basic tour of the house was finished Veronica was sent to her bedroom to wait for and direct the movers when they brought her belongings. Her eyes went wide as she stepped through the door and since she was by herself she was fully able to admit that it was way better than she'd ever expected. It was half again as large as her old bedroom. It had a small exercise area with the latest and best in equipment. There was a home entertainment center, complete with theater style seating and an eight foot theatrical quality TV. Off to the side was a wet-bar of all things, and a fridge and wine-rack that were both well stocked. The bed was big enough to accomodate the most **** in sexual gymnastics.

There were a pair of french doors that led out to a balcony that contained a hot-tub big enough for a half dozen people with a sauna tucked to the side. The balcony overlooked the swimming pool and if one were inclined it would be easy to dive into the deep end from the railing.

The first thing she did, after pulling out a simply sheath dress from her carry-on bag to wear, without underwear, was to duck behind the wet-bar to find some imported mineral water to wash the taste of Smithers' commoner cum and cock out of her mouth. She was gargling and about to spit into the small sink behind the bar when she was distracted the door to her room opening and a huge middle aged black man stepping into the room with a box of her possession, which looked tiny in his massive hands. He was wearing levi pants with his belly threatening to fall over his belt. Not that he was fat. Far from it. His bare forearms displayed the powerful muscles of a man who made his living moving heavy objects.

Veronica's lip twisted into a sneer, while her eyes glinted with annoyance at him coming into her room without even bothering to knock. Her disdain had nothing to do with the color of his skin. Veronica would never judge a person based on their skin color. She did so based on the expense and fit of the clothing they wore. To her eyes a far more accurate metric of their worth.

"Wow! Nice room. Come check it out Chuck," the burly mover called as he got a good look at Veronica's room. She ducked behind the bar before he could see her, and then instantly felt annoyed. Why was she hiding. This was her room, she belonged here, unlike the uncouth mover who should have just walked in, set down his load and left.

Another mover followed the first one into the room. Like the first he was a big black man, but he was closer to Veronica in age. "Hell yeah, dad. This is like something from that show, lifestyles of the rich and horny," said the presumed Chuck, who was slightly taller, if not as heavy, than the first speaker. The box in his hands was marked as her daddy's personal effects. How inefficient. They should have both brought boxes destined for the same room. There were over a dozen boxes and articles of luggage they had to carry up here. It was a waste to split the destination.

Veronica sneered at the two commoners. Bad enough their job gave them temporary access to her room, must they blather? "You can put that box over there," she instructed as she came out from behind the bar, pointing at the area in question.

"Fuck, you scared me, girl!" Joe exclaimed as he gave a startled look toward Veronica. To him she had popped up out of nowhere.

"Wow, this room really does come with everything," the younger black mover said as he looked Veronica up and down as she stepped into view. He casually set the box he was holding down on a sideboard and walked toward the slim brunette with a lecherous look in his eyes while a bulge grew in the front of his dungarees.

"What are you doing! That box has to go to my daddy's room.!" Veronica snapped.

"What the fuck do you think he's doing, you little bitch," the big man growled in anger at her tone. "Like me he's a hardon that needs being taken care of. I might do myself an injury otherwise totting all this bales."

Veronica sneered at the man who was more than a foot taller than she was, and at least three times her weight. "Then I suggest you go in search of someone more suitable for a man of your class." she said in a scornful tone as she looked him up and down with every evidence of disdain, really where had he gotten those clothes, good will?

"Say, dad, I don't think this little girl likes our kind very much," Chuck said as he put his own burden down.

"What do you know, he can think," Veronica said sarcastically. "Can you count to ten as well? Because I'm giving you to the count of ten to leave my room!"