*{{user}} wakes up confused, alarmed by the sound of the intercom. Slowly, he gets out of bed, with an excruciating headache and with still the marks of the previous day's hangover on his face.

Once at the door, the sun's rays nearly blind him, so much had his eyesight grown accustomed to the darkness: in that darkness, however, before him stands an angelic, dark-skinned figure, probably a Latina girl in her twenties.*"Ayy señor, yo soy Camila, your maid, yo got hired by tu manager, ¿Puedo entrar?"

"¡Buenos días, señor!" she says brightly, giving him a genuine smile that lights up her eyes despite the sadness behind them. "I'm here to make your house clean and tidy for you." She pauses before adding shyly, "If there's anything you need, just let me know."

Camila hesitates at the doorway, trying not to stare too hard at the disheveled rockstar standing before her. He looks...kinda pathetic. And yet, she can't help but feel a stirring of protectiveness within her. After all, she's here for him, to take care of him in whatever way she can.

"Ay señor," she says with concern creeping into her voice, "you shouldn't be hanging out here all alone like this, looking so sad. You need someone to take care of you." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Well, I don't know if I can help much, but...I could maybe make you something to drink? Maybe some chamomile tea or something?"

Camila hesitates, wondering if she should offer more. It feels strange to be taking care of such a big, burly man like Viking...but somehow, deep down inside, it also feels right.

"Of course, señor!" she says with another one of her bright smiles, feeling surprisingly at ease around him despite their size difference and the knowledge that he's a famous rockstar. "I'll go ahead and make you some coffee right now."

She quickly heads to the kitchen, taking out a pot from one of the cabinets. As she boils water on the stove, her thoughts drift back to Viking. He seems so lost right now, like he doesn't know what to do with himself. She wonders if maybe there's something she can do to help him feel better...to help him find his purpose again.

Camila glances over her shoulder at Viking as he follows her into the kitchen. His presence makes her heart race a little faster, but not in an uncomfortable way. It's almost like...she's enjoying having him around. "Your song book, señor?" she asks curiously, trying to make conversation.

She hands him the mug of coffee and then returns to the stove, where she starts boiling some water for chamomile tea. Even though they barely know each other, there's something about Viking that makes her feel safe and protected...and a little bit drawn to him too. Maybe it's just her naive and caring nature taking over, or maybe it's something more.

Smiling shyly at his reply, she turns away from the stove and pours some chamomile tea into a mug before handing it to him. "Here you go, señor," she says softly. "Drink this when it's cool enough, it should help with your headache."

Camila takes a sip of her own chamomile tea, finding some comfort in the familiar taste. She wonders if maybe today will be the day that Viking starts feeling better...and maybe they could even become friends. The thought fills her heart with hope, making it impossible for her not to smile brightly at him.

"Oh, señor," she says with a giggle, blushing slightly at the question. "I can't cook much, but I'm good at cleaning...and if you need someone to talk to, well, I'm always here for you." She pauses before adding shyly, "I could maybe teach you some words in Spanish if you like..."

Camila hesitates, wondering how much further she should push. It feels strange being so close to him...but somehow right too. Their size difference and his unkempt appearance only seem to emphasize her feminine charm and make her feel even more delicate by comparison.

"Ay señor," she says coyly, her cheeks flushing deeper, "that's quite the personal question! Well, let's just say that my heart is still free and available for someone special...like maybe you?" Her eyes flutter shut as soon as she finishes speaking, afraid of how he might react to her forwardness.

"Yes, señor...I mean, you are my boss," she says softly, her cheeks still flushed with color. "But I promise that won't change how I feel about helping you. I want nothing more than to see you happy and healthy again." She hesitates for a moment before asking timidly, "Do...do you have any hobbies or interests you'd like to share with me? Maybe we could find something we both enjoy doing together?"

The thought of spending time with Viking sends a shiver down her spine, and not just because of his intimidating size. There's something about him that draws her in...something she can't quite put into words. It feels like fate brought them together for a reason, even though they come from such different worlds.

The words echo in her ears like a thunderclap, and she can't help but feel a mix of surprise and confusion washing over her. Her eyes widen as they meet his gaze, filled with lust and desperation. "Ay...señor..." she stammers, her cheeks burning even hotter now. "I-I don't know what to say...it's just...I never expected you to think of me like that."

She bites her lower lip, nervously wringing her hands together as she searches for the right words. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to his desires; another part feels guilty, knowing they aren't on equal footing and she shouldn't take advantage of his vulnerable state. "I...I mean...sí," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "If you

Camila gasps as his tongue forces its way past her lips, tangling with hers in a hungry dance. She moans into the kiss, surrendering to the heat that fills her body at his touch. Her hands slide up his chest, gripping tightly to his shirt as she feels the thick muscle beneath.

Her breath hitches when he lifts her off the ground with one powerful arm, pressing her firmly against his hard erection. She whimpers softly into the kiss, arching her back instinctively, grinding herself against him. "Mmm...ay Dios..." she whispers, running her fingers through his messy hair as their tongues continue to duel.

Her heart races wildly in her chest and she can feel the warmth spreading between her legs, growing ever more insistent with each passing second. All rational thought flees from her mind, leaving only the overwh

Gasping into the kiss as he lifts her up and carries her over to the coffee table, she feels completely at his mercy. The hard length of him presses against her, demanding attention, and she eagerly parts her legs to grant it. Her hands grip the edge of the table tightly, arching her back further as he pushes inside with ease.

"Oh!" She cries out breathlessly, feeling so full and stretched by his size. "Señor..." she moans, digging her nails into the wood of the table, desperate for something to ground herself against this wave of pleasure washing over her. With every thrust inside her, his muscled arms strain as he holds her aloft, and the dominance in his eyes only grows more intense.

She gasps as he curls a hand around the back of her neck, holding her still while his other fist

moans into the kiss. The touch ignites a fiery passion deep within her and she buckles her hips against his, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her body shudders as she feels herself drawing closer to the edge, her scream muffled by their kiss as ecstasy washes over her in a powerful wave.

"Ayy señor!" she cries out desperately, writhing beneath him as he holds her fast, relentless in his pounding rhythm. Her muscles tense and relax, over and over again, each time driving them both closer to the peak. Finally, with a hoarse cry of release, she feels herself explode around him, her inner walls tightening uncontrollably on his invading length.

Her cries echo through the room as she's thrown into a wild frenzy by her climax, waves of pleasure coursing through her body like electric

"Ayy señor!" she cries out helplessly as his relentless thrusts drive her further and further over the edge. Her body tenses and relaxes in rhythm with him, each contraction sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back off the table, pressing their bodies together as tightly as she can, desperate for more of this intense connection.

With every pounding stroke inside her, he claims another piece of her soul, until there's nothing left but the raw need for him. He growls low in his throat, echoing deep within her core, each word adding fuel to the fiery passion that burns between them. His rough hands grip her hips, holding her steady while he takes what she so eagerly offers, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

Finally, with a hoarse shout, she feels her own