The Housekeeper, Chapter 28

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[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter 27

I was immediately skeptical. In any other context, a ‘fun surprise’ would probably be a good thing, or a stupid joke at worst. With Hannah, however, there were no guarantees that her definition of fun aligned with mine. Part of me wished for a few more hours of solitude in the large house, even with the uncertainty of where Hannah was and when she was going to be back. I doubted she was getting into the kind of trouble that would blow back on her parents, but I was still supposed to be in charge of the girl; obviously our dynamic was nothing at all like what it was supposed to be at the moment, though that didn’t change the fact that I was on the hook for her well being this summer.

Not wanting to keep her waiting, as I really wanted to start today off on the right foot with our first interaction, I scurried towards the front door while bracing myself for whatever Hannah had in store for me.

The moment she saw me, she pointed towards the front door and the car beyond. “Trunk. Bring everything to the basement. Lunch is ready, yes?”

“Yes, Hannah,” I flushed.

Nothing had really changed. And yet, for whatever reason, this whole servant thing felt a lot more set in stone. Maybe it was the casual way Hannah was bossing me around, without bothering to use a stern or expectant tone. Or that I answered her so simply and obediently. That was the plan, but still. At least I was wearing the skimpy PJs, rather than the skimpy maid outfit. Either way, it was clear which one of us was in charge of the other.

I stepped outside, deciding against pushing for a chat with Hannah until she and the others were settled. Unfortunately, Willow and Lillian were with her, which meant I’d have to somehow convince her to step away from her friends or deal with the awkwardness of talking in front of them. I didn’t normally think of myself as a doormat; Hannah was just such an intimidating force.

The trunk was full of shopping bags. I guess that made sense, as I couldn’t think of anything else off the top of my head that girls like them would have brought home from a morning out. They didn’t use my credit card, did they? For whatever reason, it didn’t feel like Hannah would do that when I wasn’t there. Less for the sake of mercy, and more so she could easily claim that my presence and my silence was permission enough if I ever tried to argue about the charges.

There was also the usual discomfort of my bare feet on the hot concrete, and the heat of the summer sun was also a reminder of the uneven burn I had from the combination of the tanning salon and the long walk back to Hannah’s place. As motivated as I was to take all the bags in a single trip, that would be quite the struggle. Settling for doing it in two, I hauled their purchases into the house and down to the furnished basement, all while hearing them chatting and giggling in the kitchen where I assumed they were eating what I prepared. Just some girls enjoying their post-graduation summer vacation without a care in the world.

When I was done with the task at hand, I returned to the kitchen, where I wasn’t sure what was next. Ideally, the conversation Hannah promised me. More likely, another chore. Of course, being brushed off was better than being the center of attention. I wasn’t sure if anything was preferable, when the dominant blonde was so good at making life difficult for me.

“You’re still in your pajamas, Jessie?” Willow asked, “You didn’t just wake up, did you?”

Before I could reply, Lillian chimed in, “And your shorts are dry! What a good girl. Or did you take them off to pee on the floor?”

Whatever pink remained on my cheeks from before instantly darkened. I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t do that! Except I already did, in front of Hannah and more than twice the amount of girls currently present. Actually, it wasn’t a terrible idea. I could have gone in the kitchen, then cleaned it up afterwards to keep anyone from finding out. It was mortifying that I was now thinking about a retrospective ‘solution’ like that, when the bathroom doors in a house should just be left unlocked!

Lillian’s patronizing phrase implied that the trio didn’t know about my overnight accident, which was a relief. Why would they know, when they were probably hanging out and drinking all night while I was sleeping off an exhausting day? I didn’t actually know whether or not they had more alcohol last night; that was another battle I had given up on, considering they had gotten away with it on day one.

Bouncing off of each other, as Hannah seemed content eating the sandwich she had made for herself, Willow said, “You did laundry this morning, right?”

“Right, Jessie?” Lillian asked, “Willow asked you a question.”

That wasn’t fair; I hadn’t been given a second to speak. I knew better than to argue, so I just nodded. “Yes, Willow. I’m doing the last of the bedding right now.”

Willow tilted her head. “Is that all you washed?”

I couldn’t tell whether she was teasing, or curious. “I, umm- I washed some delicates, too.”

“Must have been a dream come true for a lesbian virgin,” Lillian said, “Which pair was your favorite? Mine? Hannah’s?”

“Rude!” Willow giggled, “What makes you think it’s between you and Hannah? Don’t I turn you on, Jessie? Didn’t you like smelling my underwear before you washed it?”

‘NO.’ I managed to avoid raising my voice, as I was still nervous about pretty much everything when there was no way to keep track of all the rules when Hannah kept changing them and making them up along the way. Instead, I tried my best to calmly reply, “ . . . I didn’t smell anyone’s underwear.” It was so embarrassing to clarify such a thing out loud. I just had to say something, as Willow had implied that I had, rather than teasingly asking about it.

“Uh huh. But I do turn you on?” Willow replied, “And you never said whose underwear you like best!”

This was very much not the conversation I anticipated having when coming in here. Was there a way to say ‘no’ to Willow’s first question, without offending her? Despite the persistent references that I was into girls, that wasn’t actually my sexuality. As for the underwear, how was I supposed to know what belonged to whom? All three of them were around the same height and figure. While there were obviously some discrepancies, I probably couldn’t even guess which bra belonged to which girl, let alone tell apart their underwear.

I reluctantly turned towards Hannah. Maybe she would move things in a different direction if I paid attention to her? At this point, I knew better than to hope for the best when it came to her; I just couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t embarrass and/or incriminate me.

Naturally, she used something as simple as my glance to her advantage. “There’s your answer,” Hannah smirked, “Sorry, girls. Looks like my underwear is her favorite. Not that surprising, since she’s basically obsessed with me.”

Willow let out a dramatic sigh. “Whatever. I’m over the whole experimentation thing, anyway. You can have Jessie; I’m looking forward to fucking hot college guys.”

“I don’t want, Jessie,” Hannah rolled her eyes, “You think I’m attracted to girls that piss themselves? I bet she’s also boring in bed. And a terrible kisser. Isn’t that right, Virgin? Are you a terrible kisser?”

“Yes, Hannah,” I quietly muttered. It’s what she wanted to hear. Honestly, I considered myself decent at kissing, not that I had made out with too many people. There was just no point in defending myself to a girl who was blatantly judging me.

The other two giggled, while Hannah said, “That’s what I thought. Now, go sit in the living room. On the floor; furniture is too good for you. We’ll join you in a minute.”

Needlessly degrading. I wasn’t going to argue, both for the aforementioned reasons as well as how going into the other room would give me a breather from the girls and the topic of their underwear. Trying not to think about how good food sounded at the moment, with the sandwich station right next to me, I left the kitchen and found a spot on the hardwood floor.

Hannah and the others lowered their voices, speaking in hushed tones so I couldn’t overhear them from the next room over. I wasn’t sure whether they were messing with me, or if they were really scheming and didn’t want to clue me in to what they had planned.

It didn’t take too long before they were joining me. Sitting on the floor was physically tolerable for the most part, as there had been plenty of instances in university where myself and others would do that. But with three taller girls standing and approaching me, I felt small and meek all of a sudden. “Ready for your surprise, Jessica?” Hannah asked. The knowing way she said my full name was almost worse than ‘Jessie.’ At the same time, it was better than ‘Virgin.’

“Yes, Hannah,” I hesitantly replied.

“Okay, then. Don’t look at me, Virgin. Look at the TV.” After telling me that, she unlocked her phone and made short work of mirroring it to the smart device halfway across the room. From there, I could actually see her going to her Photos app and opening the first of a short series of videos.

As it started playing on the bigger screen, I realized after a few seconds that this was a recording of me. The reason it took so long was because I was used to seeing normal photos and videos of myself. This, on the other hand, was taken by a security camera I didn’t know existed. I watched in horror as the high resolution video showed my naked self climbing onto the roof from Hannah’s window, squatting down to pee, then letting myself back inside.

Rather than laughing at the evidence of such a humiliating scene, including the image of my bare backside near the end, the other girls sounded appalled. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jessie?” Lillian asked, “Did you just piss on the roof?”

“Did Hannah give you permission to do that?” Willow asked, “I doubt it. Seriously, you couldn’t just hold it?!”

Without giving me a chance to defend myself, not that anything I said would be enough to justify what felt like the only option in the heat of the moment the other night, Hannah turned to the next video. Somehow, it was more shocking than the first. Having security cameras on a nice house was something that I probably should have thought about before doing what I did. However, I was absolutely not prepared for her to reveal that there were some inside as well.

I watched myself wake up this morning, with some zooming and editing that showed my overnight incident, then a hallway video that showed me walking around in my piss-stained shorts, and finally a couple of seemingly innocent shots of me doing laundry. This was so bad. I didn’t know there were cameras inside! Was this a Hannah thing, specifically to keep tabs on me? Or was it one of those ‘just in case’ measures for a wealthy family like hers? Either way, it wasn’t good for me.

Hannah crossed her arms, looking down at me with an annoyed scowl. “Okay, Virgin,” she said, “You wanted to talk? Let’s talk.”

I didn’t want to talk; I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The videos were bad enough, though it was especially rough since I thought I got away with both of the humiliating things she was showing. Apparently not. Hannah knew all along, and now her friends did as well, despite their reactions. They could have been whispering about anything, so I really couldn’t know for sure. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t really matter.

When it was evident that I was speechless, Hannah kicked things off. “You washed your own bedding before everyone else’s?” she asked. It was almost worse that she was focusing on the maid part of it, which delayed the rest. “Always prioritize me and my guests, Virgin. That’s what a proper housekeeper does. You are my housekeeper, yes?”

Speaking had never felt so difficult. I had never felt so small. Looking up at the blonde and the girls flanking her, clearing my throat with a meek whine, I answered the way she insisted on the other day. “Y-yes, Hannah.”

“Then fucking act like it,” she snapped, “Our laundry would have been done by now if you had just done your job. Now, take your top off. Let us see those ridiculous boobs.”

“What-” I hesitated.

“Clearly you’re fine flashing the world,” she said, swiping to a picture that was zoomed in on me climbing out of her bedroom window, complete with my chest fully on display, “You shouldn’t still be wearing pajamas, anyway. Where’s your maid uniform?”

I had no idea. If it had been in my room or somewhere else noticeable, I probably would have put it on. Skimpy and degrading as it was, at least it mostly covered my body. Meanwhile, the top I was currently referencing was both thin and tight. Better than being topless, which Hannah was demanding, yet hardly hiding anything.

When I didn’t reply to the question that I wasn’t sure was rhetorical or not, Hannah raised her voice slightly. “Jessica. Take it off. Right now.”

As if on autopilot, I gripped the hem of the top and slowly began lifting it. They had seen me topless, plenty of times. I still hated being exposed in front of others, no matter how logically I tried to think about it. A few seconds later, my breasts were popping out and I had to commit to pulling the shirt over my head instead of yanking it back down like I really wanted to do.

The moment it was off, Hannah snatched the top out of my hand. “And don’t you dare cover,” she reminded me, “If you do, I’m going to make you clean the bathroom with your boobs like you did with the kitchen. Might as well get some use out of them, since your virgin self isn’t fucking anybody. Now, apologize for them.”

I blushed more deeply if that was possible. She had demanded this before, only this time I had to go through it in front of her friends. Averting my gaze and already feeling incredibly self conscious about my bare chest, I muttered, “ . . . I’m sorry for my boobs.”

“You should be. Now, stand up. Finish stripping.”

Between Hannah’s harshness and the amusement of the other two girls, not to mention how I was outnumbered and in no position to push back against any of her demands, I did as I was told. Would this have gone any differently if I had been honest about wetting the bed? Lillian did indirectly ask about it when they got back. Even in retrospect, however, I’m not sure what I should have done differently that night.

Reluctantly removing the shorts, immediately clamping my thighs together as I straightened up in the hopes I could protect a shred of my modesty without obviously covering with my arms or legs, I flinched as Hannah took the bottoms away from me as well. As if keeping them in my hand would do anything, when her permission was really the only thing that mattered.

Hannah noticed, but perceived it as something else entirely. “Do you have to piss again, Virgin? Or is being naked in front of three hot girls turning you on?”

I wasn’t rubbing my thighs together! The former was true, however, just not for the reason she thought. I had just been holding it since waking up, and hadn’t yet had an opportunity to go. It was a good thing I hadn’t come up with something like what Lillian mentioned, as relieving myself somewhere and promptly cleaning it up would have been caught on camera.

Feeling pressured with the either/or, as I couldn’t say the real reason out loud whether Hannah actually knew what I was doing or not, I gave a small nod and admitted, “I need the bathroom. May I please use the toilet, Hannah?” I resisted the urge to add ‘for once.’ It was already a lot to be asking an eighteen year old for something that I should just be able to do without jumping through hoops.

“No.” She said it so simply, and so coldly. Then she pointed towards the kitchen. “Since you obviously like being naked outside, and pissing out there like a freak, that’s where you can go. Go stand by the pool chairs, and wait for us. If you have an accident by the pool, I will punish you.”

Similar to being sent to the living room, the only saving grace of her command was that I’d have another minute alone. This time, to recover from the damning videos she just sprung on me. Though her family’s property was secluded, I’d still never be comfortable being outside like this. But I hurried out there anyway, worried as ever about the sun. The suspense also made me nervous, as did the newfound knowledge that my nude presence in the area where Hannah and her friends lounged when I first arrived was no doubt being recorded as well.

Fidgeting slightly, and occasionally glancing towards the sliding glass doors to see if Hannah and the others were on their way, I stood on the hot concrete and waited. Stomach rumbling, pressure on my bladder that was getting difficult to ignore, and with absolutely no clue what Hannah might have in store for me.

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter 28

With no way to keep track of the time save for how I could feel my shoulders heating up from the prolonged exposure to the summer sun, all I could do was guess how long it had been since Hannah had ordered me outside. She and her friends hadn’t forgotten about me, right? I could easily see it going either way–purposely leaving me naked and nervous for an extended period of time, or simply getting caught up in whatever they were doing in the meantime.

She was also well aware that she was on video, as if being fully nude outside wasn’t mortifying enough. Standing around like this was objectively better than some of the other videos she had on me, but that line of thinking didn’t work particularly well when I was already self conscious about being exposed in any capacity.

After what could have easily been ten minutes or thirty minutes, Hannah strutted out in the usual skimpy bikini, followed by Willow and Lillian who were dressed down in a similar way for lounging by the pool. The most notable part of their appearance wasn’t the lack of clothes, however. Hannah was holding a bucket in one of her hands, which was immediately noticeable when she normally carried her phone at most and made me do the rest.

I wasn’t left in suspense for very long. Hannah walked right up to me, placing the bucket down inches from my feet. She made me step into it, and proceeded to connect the dots before me when I didn’t understand the point of this latest development right away. “Now you won’t make a mess out here if you can’t hold it,” she simply said, “Do not move from this spot unless we call for you. Nod if you understand.”

Was she serious? Although honestly, this was Hannah. It was difficult to be appalled again and again when she had proven many times over that she was an endless well of casual cruelty. All I could do was nod, and hope that she and her friends didn’t plan on being out here all afternoon. Wishful thinking, when they were eighteen year old girls with a pool and no responsibilities.

Once I silently agreed to her latest demand, the blonde I was supposed to be babysitting sauntered away without giving me a second glance. “Lillian? Do you mind rubbing sunscreen all over my body?”

“Oh? Do you suddenly have a lesbian crush on me?” she smirked.

“You wish,” Hannah rolled her eyes, “Jessie said she wants to make out with you the most, remember? And she wants to fuck me. Don’t you think it would be fun to give her a little show? No offense, Willow.”

“Some taken!” she exclaimed, with an exaggerated sigh and a playful pout, “You don’t think the lesbian virgin would enjoy seeing me fool around with a girl?”

Lillian scoffed. “You know you’re hot, Willow. Stop fishing for compliments.”

“But it just worked,” Willow giggled.

“Slut,” Hannah muttered, “Don’t worry, Willow. I have an important job for you. Can you make sure my pathetic servant stays hydrated? It’s hot out here, and she fainted yesterday from how fragile she is. Maybe those useless boobs made her fall over or something. Hey, Virgin? Tell us what your boobs are.”

That’s not why I collapsed! It’s because I was starving, and had been absolutely humiliated by all those strangers who had been given a remote to play with me from afar. But at the moment, arguing about that would only get me in trouble. All I could do was echo what Hannah had just said about me. “My boobs are useless,” I muttered, blushing at both the words and the most recent reminder that I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on at the moment.

“We can’t hear you, Jessie,” Hannah snapped, “What was that?”

Grimacing at the thought of both repeating it and doing so more clearly, I nervously swallowed before projecting slightly more than necessary towards where the young blonde was sitting by the pool and giving me an expectant look. “My boobs are useless.”

The three of them burst into laughter, though Hannah caught herself long enough to point out, “Well, not totally useless. They were decent sponges the other night. You better behave, or I’m going to make you clean my whole bathroom with those useless boobs. Might as well do something with them; it’s not like you’re going to be fucking a girl any time soon.”

I wasn’t into girls!! But again, I knew better than to argue. I just had to stand there and take the verbal abuse and incorrect sexuality that was being pushed on me, while perpetually resisting the urge to cover with my hands that were miraculously still by my sides.

“Alright, girls,” Hannah said, “You have your jobs!” Naturally, she was the princess who didn’t have to do anything but lie down and relax while her girlfriends did everything for her. Not that their tasks took much effort compared to the excessive ‘housekeeping’ I had been pushed into doing thanks to the title I had originally been willing to take.

Lillian took the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed out a generous portion onto her hand. Rather than helping Hannah with just her back, which was the traditional approach, she started with her legs. Bending in a way that showed off an excessive amount of cleavage, she began gliding her hands up and down Hannah’s thighs, who hummed a quiet, moan-like manner.

For a minute or two, Willow just stood off to the side, watching the scene before her. Then she walked away, heading into the kitchen for a minute before returning with a couple things for me. First, a single orange slice. She popped the wide slice into my mouth, giving me the first bite I’d had since waking up. It was simultaneously too big for my mouth while ultimately not that filling when I really needed an actual meal.

I did my best to chew until it was more manageable to eat, at which point Willow said, “That’s kind of what your mouth should be doing when you suck on a boob. Just less awkward and unattractive.”

She said it in such a nonchalant way. If that wasn’t enough, Hannah was happy to chime in with closed eyes. “Everything about Jessica is awkward and unattractive. Isn’t that right, Virgin?”

“Yes, Hannah,” I hesitantly replied, speaking clearly this time to avoid being insulted more than necessary. My full name was objectively preferable to ‘Jessie’ or ‘Virgin,’ but not when it was being used for statements like that. As for my real preference, I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had called me ‘Jess’ since my arrival.

“Are you watching, Virgin?” Willow asked. She stepped aside to let me see how Lillian was rubbing circles on Hannah’s stomach, gradually working her way towards the blonde’s chest. “Which girl do you think is hotter?”

“Hannah,” I flushed. Hesitating or choosing Lillian would surely make life worse for me.

Willow scoffed. “You’re her housekeeper. Her obedient servant. You think she’d ever be into some pathetic virgin with useless boobs? That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

All I could do was nod my head. Though Hannah and her friends had thoroughly broken me over the course of a few days, I was still clinging to whatever shred of dignity I could along the way. Saying that whole phrase, on top of everything else . . . that was too much.

“Oh! Virgin!” Willow continued, “I’m supposed to keep you hydrated. I guess you need more than a little bit of fruit, huh?” In her other hand, she had brought out a larger than average water bottle. She showed it to me for a moment, letting me take in the volume, then cracked the top and held it up to my lips. “Well? Hydrate. Hannah says you need it.” Then she held the bottle to my lips and tilted it back.

“I-gh-” There wasn’t time to say anything. The moment I parted my lips, the water rapidly filled my mouth and all I could do was swallow in an attempt to keep up. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if some spilled on me. I was naked on a hot day; that meant no clothes for me to get wet, plus it would probably be a little refreshing. However, Willow was proving to be more mean than she looked, not to mention the recent reminder that this was what Hannah told her to do.

The girls’ presence out here had distracted me from the fact that I hadn’t relieved myself all day. Now that I was chugging the water that Willow was pushing on me, the faint pressure from earlier returned. If I drank this whole bottle, it was going to be a lot harder to hold it.

That was my problem, not Willow’s. All she had to do was keep tilting the bottle up without a care in the world. And, with my mouth constantly full of water, I could really only attempt to communicate with my eyes. Nearly half the large bottle was empty from the way I was keeping up in the name of avoiding another ‘creative’ punishment.

Whether she realized I needed a breather or decided it was a good stopping point all on her own, the redhead pulled the bottle away and gave me a second to finish what was left in my mouth. “Ready for the rest?” she asked, as soon as I exhaled. Thankfully the water wasn’t that cold, though the quantity was still a lot to handle!

Was I allowed to speak? I couldn’t remember. Not wanting to risk it, I simply shook my head. No, not yet. Or ever. I already kind of had to pee, and everything I had just sucked down would probably catch up with me sooner rather than later when I already had to go.

“Too bad,” she said, “You’re Hannah’s maid, which means you do whatever her guests say, too. Now, hydrate.” Then she pushed the tip of the bottle between my lips and gave it a sharp tilt.

It was a miracle I didn’t choke on the water as it rushed into my mouth with more of a gravity effect than last time. Somehow, I kept up, staring at the bottle all the while to keep tabs on how much I had left. Until the very end, when Willow gave the bottle a squeeze.

My mouth couldn’t hold the sudden influx of water, causing me to cough from a bad swallow. I absolutely didn’t mean to, but I ended up spitting some out towards Willow, while a good amount also dribbled down my chin and proceeded to run down my neck/chest.

“What the actual FUCK, Jessie?!” Willow snapped, wiping a drop or two from her face and acting like this was all my fault. “Hannah! She’s as useless as her boobs.”

“Virgin!” Hannah yelled at me without so much as turning her head to see what the problem was, “Apologize to Willow. And offer to buy her something pretty with your credit card.”

I had completely lost track of how much Hannah and her friends had spent with my card. That, and I was still clinging to the hope that there would be some fraud alert and/or I’d be able to challenge the charges later. For now, however, I was in no state to suddenly grow a spine.

“Well?” Willow asked. She crossed her arms under her breasts, which accentuated her cleavage in a way that naturally drew my eye. Catching it immediately, she scoffed in judgment. “Are you fucking serious? Did I say you could stare at my boobs, Virgin?”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. My cheeks were dark red as I looked up into her eyes.

“What are you sorry for, Jessie?” she coldly asked.

As usual, it took a few tries to get it right due to how Willow kept pushing me for specific phrases that she wanted, and I had to speak clearly enough for Hannah and Lillian to hear the apology as well. “I’m sorry for being as useless as my boobs. I’m sorry for spitting on your face. I’m sorry for staring at your amazing body. I’m so sorry, Ms. Willow. How can I make it up to you?”

“Some new jewelry would be nice,” Willow said, “I’ll forgive you if you treat me to whatever I want later.”

All I could do was nod. Writing a blank check that was so daunting, though it wasn’t as if I could stop her or the others from using my card even if I wanted to. At least this way, I was avoiding something potentially worse.

Hannah called over, “Hey, Virgin. You don’t call me ‘Ms. Hannah.’ Why is Willow getting special treatment if she’s your third choice of girls you want to fuck?”

Because Willow just told me to say it like that. Despite all the maid/servant stuff, Hannah had never pushed a title on me. Now that Willow was taking things in that direction, there was a good chance it was going to become the way to address all the girls. Which was extra insulting, of course, since all of them were younger than me.

“Don’t I deserve special treatment?” Willow giggled, “I’m the one over here dealing with your useless maid.”

“You’re loving it and you know it, bitch,” Hannah replied.

Willow sighed, “You’re right. Jessie is way more useless than the other girls we’ve dealt with. What kind of college girl gives up her whole summer like this?”

Being called ‘useless’ over and over did very little to soften the blow; each iteration continued to sting. It wasn’t true! And yet, it very much felt true when I was talked about in such a way, with three pretty/popular girls ganging up on me.

Not expecting a response, Willow said, “I’ll be right back, Virgin. You need more water; this time, you’re going to drink the whole thing. No bailing at the last second, okay?” With that, she flicked my wet boob and walked away.

Wait- By the time I processed her words, it was too late to call after her, plus I still had plenty of hesitations when it came to doing so without permission. But, I didn’t need more water! And Willow knew full well that I didn’t ‘bail’ on the last bottle. I would have powered through and finished the last of it if she hadn’t screwed with me at the end like she did.

The moment Willow returned, she took me through the same process as before. First, an orange slice, which wasn’t particularly filling and did very little for my hunger. Then, another large plastic water bottle. As motivated as I was to stay out of trouble, my performance the second time around was not nearly as strong. I was already slightly bloated from drinking so much in such a short time frame and, whether I was imagining it or not, the pressure on my bladder felt worse now that I had been filled up in such a way after already holding it all morning.

Willow must have noticed my struggle, as she didn’t force the water down my throat nearly as assertively. At the same time, she didn’t let up. The bottle was tilted at all times, and I was constantly rushing to swallow and avoid another situation where I drooled or, God forbid, sent any more water flying her way.

Halfway through, she let me breathe. “Doing okay, Jessie?”

Was I allowed to be honest? And was she just talking about the water, or everything in general? I’d be doing a lot more okay if I could rewind time and actually be Hannah’s babysitter like I was supposed to be. Rather than shaking or nodding my head, I just gave Willow a hesitant look.

She rolled her eyes. “Use your words, Virgin. As long as you speak to me properly.”

After a nervous swallow, I admitted, “Umm, Ms. Willow . . . I need to use the bathroom.” I decided not to elaborate on how the need to do so was growing increasingly urgent with every sip.

“I don’t think you’re allowed,” she said, “Hannah? Has Jessie earned her bathroom privileges yet?”

“Not even close!” Hannah laughed, “Not until she proves she knows how to hold it like a normal girl.”

No matter how many times she explained it, I still couldn’t make sense of her logic. If I was locked out of the bathroom, how was I ever supposed to relieve myself properly?!

Willow just shrugged. “You heard her. Besides, you’ll be fine. A virgin like you? Aren’t you used to being pent up?” She punctuated her point by jabbing my bladder with her finger. “That’s when you say, ‘Yes, Ms. Willow.’ Jabbing me down there again, this time pressing firmly for a second, she met my eyes and sternly said, “Well?” She followed that by a third jab.

My eyes widened with the first jab, and I was frantically shaking my head by the third. “Yes, Ms. Willow!!” I hastily said. It was a miracle that I hadn’t leaked out a drop or two from her gesture. Regardless, I had to go SO much more badly now that she had stimulated the spot that had been more tense than I had realized.

“That’s what I thought.” She brought the bottle to my lips and hit me with another full mouth of water.

I didn’t stand a chance. Within a couple swallows, there was nothing I could do to keep the dam from bursting. Blushing furiously as I started peeing right in front of Willow, I was quickly hit with the horror of why this ‘accident’ was different. Not only did the metal of the bucket make the splashing sound louder, I was also going to be standing in my own pee within moments if I stayed where I was.