Play Dirty By Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

I said, looking at Mia. "Is that so?" Sandra raised an eyebrow. "My staff dirtied it, right? You’re responsible for cleaning. If they make a mess, you clean it. Isn’t that how it works?" "What if she keeps making it dirty?" I couldn’t believe it. "Then you keep cleaning," Sandra said dismissively. "How can I keep cleaning if she keeps doing this? If she throws waste on me every day, that's beyond my job!" I was frustrated. I wanted to stay in the company and even as a cleaner, I hoped to uncover some of Sandra’s secrets.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

**Author's POV** Sandra couldn't stand seeing Arnold looking so down, she decided to help him take his mind off his worries through sex. She walked to where he laid on the bed and got on top of him, then she began to romance his bare chest while grinding her ass on his dick. Arnold wouldn't even dare to resist a temptation like her. Sandra slowly took off her dress and then she threw it on the floor, she was now completely naked before him. Arnold smacked his lips as his hands grabbed her full boobs and then he squeezed them, causing Sandra to moan in both pain and pleasure.

After the shopping incident, Sandra entered the living room and found Lisa cleaning some furniture there. With a firm tone, she called out to Lisa. "Lisa, could you come here for a moment?" she said. Lisa immediately approached her attentively. "Yes, Mrs. Sandra. What's the matter?" Sandra pointed to her shoes in the corner of the living room. "These shoes look quite dirty. Could you clean and polish them to make them look neat?" Lisa nodded respectfully. "Of course, Mrs. Sandra. I'll do it right away."

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

I don’t remember much from that might, but I do remember her, I remember seeing her standing in a corner with a man who must have been her brother. The first thing I had noticed about her was her intoxicating brown eyes that bore into my soul, the next thing I noticed were her plush pink lips and rosy cheeks. She was wearing a dark black dress with a dangerously high slit and blonde curls that were in ringlets bouncing and flowing against her back.

A commotion near the barbecue caught her attention and distracted her from what she was about to do. Vivian jumped to her feet and rushed to see what was happening. Sandilo followed close behind. All the women and children were running helter-skelter. Some were even smearing the sand on their body. Tears formed in Vivian’s eyes as she took in this sight. She wondered what had spilled water on all her efforts. She saw Reese smearing dirt on her face too. Vivian grasped her hand and asked, “Why are you doing this? Didn’t I explain the importance of cleanliness yesterday?”

Sandra said pointing at me with her index finger. I did it, I clean the table, taking the dirty dishes and bowls to the kitchen to wash them. "When you are done with the dishes, I have some dirty clothes which need to wash, hand washed." I heard Sandra say in the dining room "sure I'll do that." I replied. Done with the dishes, I went to her room with a basket on my waist full of dirty clothes, I went to the back. "Where is that bucket?" I ask myself, I went to the general bathroom, took three buckets, fill them with water. I wash the dresses, I wonder if the heavens have a problem with me or something, the sun is scorching hot, and I could feel the sweat on my back, chest, forehead, my leg,

Mine, Anya had said, and the word reverberated in Sandra’s mind like a command she was helpless to resist. Anya’s fingers trailed up Sandra’s spine, nails lightly scraping, sending shivers that made her arch into the touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Anya murmured, her voice low and rough. The sound of it coiled deep in Sandra’s belly, igniting a fire that spread rapidly, uncontrollably. Anya’s thumb brushed the swell of Sandra’s breast again, this time with purpose, circling the sensitive peak through the thin fabric of her bra until Sandra gasped, her head tipping back.

"After the spillages, this table has undergone over the years, a drip of cleanser may come as a delightful surprise. The most liable candidate for leaving a crumbly deposit, would be a powdered detergent, such as, what did you buy? Ajax?" Sandra handed me the tin she had bought, and I continued, "I've scrounged a bucket and a sponge from a neighbour." I took the pail to the basin in the kitchen and filled it with warm water and stopped at the front door when a letter dropped on the mat. I put the bucket down and opened the envelope and removed a sheet of paper. Brian Flynn "It's from Brian Flynn," I said, "Do you want me to read it out?" "If you don't mind?" Sandra said, taking the bucket of