Bottom Rung

Life at The Pony settled a bit after that. Neera was very good with the financial aspects and admin. Alice had been struggling.

Now, Alice and Nadia were alternating between the front desk and all the other chores. Nadia was a workhorse — she relished in cooking and cleaning.

Alice had walked past the laundry room once and saw Nadia on all fours looking into the dryer drum. Her round ass popping out. Alice wanted to put her face between those gorgeous cheeks.

Nadia felt awkward around Neera's brashness. She shouted a lot.

Neera was this beautiful bodacious coffee-skin goddess who was always right. She didn’t give Nadia any slack, and Nadia felt like a second-class resident. A mere cleaner and cook. Not part of the team, rather a mop and frying pan.

She talked to Leon about this in the evening. They just went for their Sunday evening walk around the city.

“You know the staff at the highschool also treat me badly,” Leon said in his Nigerian accent — which Nadia found soothing.

”How so?” Nadia asked.

”They talk loudly to me… Give me orders like I am a child… I don't know if it is because I am a foreigner or I am just a janitor… But it is not right,” he said.

Leon understood her. They were not so different. So full of potential and dreams, yet living on the bottom rung.

“You know… Apart from that… I like being a janitor,” Leon laughed, “Cleaning is therapeutic…”

”I know right… It makes me so… calm,” she smiled.

“Then we are the same,” Leon smiled.

Nadia had this feeling in her stomach. She wanted to say something.

”Can we maybe go to your place tonight?” She blushed.