The Housekeeper, Chapter 31

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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.

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter 29

As I continued relieving myself into the bucket, thoroughly grossed out and humiliated as I felt the uncomfortable warmth pooling around the base of my feet, Willow continued pumping me full of water. It felt as if the contents of the water bottle were going right through me, though I knew that wasn’t actually how human anatomy worked. If the sound of my accident hadn’t already been heard by the other two girls, Willow made sure they were aware of it by raising her voice and chastising me. “Jessie! Are you pissing yourself again? Seriously?!”

What else was I supposed to do?! The bossy redhead had taken my bladder to full capacity and then some, and still wasn’t letting up. It was difficult to focus on Hannah when my attention was on keeping up with the latest round of chugging, but my peripherals were plenty to tell that she was getting up and coming over.

“This is why I revoked her bathroom privileges,” Hannah scoffed, “Hey, Virgin. You do realize you’re supposed to be here as my housekeeper, right? Making a mess is literally the opposite of your job description.”

“Are you able to dock her pay?” Lillian inquired, “She’s probably making too much, considering how bad she is at all of this.”

“Oh, I’m transferring every penny she makes to my account,” Hannah said, to my horror, “I deserve a higher allowance for putting up with her all summer.”

She couldn’t do that, could she? That would require access to my accounts, unless she was implying that she would make me do that for her at some point. Regardless, this job had already been so much more than I bargained for, to the point that the lucrative offer her parents made wasn’t worth the nonstop humiliation and excessive servitude. But to not get paid at all? Or, more specifically, letting Hannah get paid for putting me through all of this? That was beyond unfair.

Even if I wasn’t struggling to swallow the last quarter of the water bottle Willow was funneling down my throat, I was in no state to protest Hannah’s casual suggestion that she was entitled to more of my money than everything she and her friends had done with my credit cards. Naked and peeing in front of them? Not a great time to stand up for myself.

By the time the flow stopped, my bare feet and ankles were completely submerged in the small bucket now partially filled with my pee.

Willow moved aside once I was finished with the water, after which I couldn’t but let out a pained exhale following the exertion of all that drinking. With her friend out of the way, Hannah stepped forward and slapped one of my boobs. “Don’t just stand there, Virgin!” she snapped, “Get out.”

I blushed more deeply when she made it sound like I had to be told not to stand around in the gross bucket. The only reason I hadn’t moved was because I was too nervous to do pretty much anything without her permission. That, and I was somewhat frozen from how mortified I was.

Scrambling out of the metal container, now dealing with the different yet equally gross sensation of my feet being coated in urine, as I waited for Hannah to further berate me and/or demean me in front of her friends, she did something so much more horrible than that.

Once I was standing on the smooth stone, she reached down and picked up the bucket, and proceeded to empty it over my head.

It all happened so quickly. Before I could connect the dots or think to back away, the warm pee was soaking my hair and streaming down my face, while the rest landed on my shoulders and boobs. I just barely managed to keep myself from gasping, as I absolutely didn’t want to get any in my mouth, but that meant breathing through my nose.

It smelled so bad! It was all over me! I might have sprinted to the outdoor shower I had been made to use the other day, except my eyes were shut as tightly as my mouth was; that was all I had managed to do before being hit with the disgusting cascade.

Hannah then demanded that I get back to work, acting as if nothing had even happened. “Go find the lawnmower,” she said, “The whole yard needs to be done today. Water the plants. Wash the windows from this side. Right now, Jessica.”

Feeling completely defeated, I reluctantly blinked my eyes open and headed towards the side garage where all the outdoor tools were kept. It was only when I was just about to turn the corner of the house that all three of the girls burst into laughter.

The moment the girls were out of sight, I gave myself a moment to recover. It wasn’t much of a silver lining, but I would take what I could get at this point. A breather from Hannah meant that I could process just how horribly she and her friends were treating, not that it did me much good. Like she said, I was her housekeeper, and she had proven time and time again that she could make life worse for me if I didn’t do as I was told.

In this case, that meant landscaping chores. Didn’t Hannah’s parents already have someone for this? I distinctly remembered them saying I would only be responsible for indoor upkeep, just doing the bare minimum as a way to subvert the fact that I was actually there to babysit her.

As badly as I wanted to wipe my face off, or do any kind of damage control following Hannah’s latest act, that would mean my hands would be dirty as well. With the bathrooms locked and the outdoor shower near the pool, the only option I could theoretically take was the kitchen sink. Except it wouldn’t end well for me if I was caught doing that, plus Hannah and/or one of her friends could potentially be in there right now in case I decided to dart inside before getting started on the chores I was just assigned.

And, if I wasn’t caught, she would easily be able to tell later if I was magically clean after she purposely left me in this state before putting me back to work.

To say it was a rough afternoon would be an understatement. Mowing the lawn while naked made me constantly nervous that someone would drive by and see; the back and forth of taking care of the large property meant that I was swiveling my head at all times to make sure that I wouldn’t be caught out here like this. Hannah’s house was secluded enough that I shouldn’t have been worried, though that logic only worked so well considering my hang-ups when it came to nudity.

The good news was, the fluids on me dried/evaporated rather quickly thanks to the summer sun. At the same time, there was no getting acclimated to the lingering scent, and the knowledge of what was still there kept me from really feeling much better after the wetness was gone. There was also no getting away from the sunburn that I was going to be left with at the end of the day, particularly on my shoulders.

Doing everything Hannah had listed off used up most of the daylight that was left. At some point, Lillian came to check on me and clarified that the upstairs windows were part of the job. So after wiping down the perimeter of the house, including the sliding doors that made it so my backside was on display to the girls lounging by the pool for an extended amount of time, I had to grab the ladder from the garage and go through the arduous process of climbing up to do each individual window above.

Finally, after every window was done, I watered all the flowers that I had taken care of a couple days ago. When I was done, I hesitantly approached Hannah, half expecting her to reward me with another few hours of work. Unless they had taken an inside break while I was mowing, it seemed that they had been tanning and hanging out by the pool all day. They had just stopped their music when I returned from the garden, deeming it late enough to settle in for the night.

When Hannah noticed me on her way in, she asked if I was finished with everything. Upon hearing that I was, she simply pointed to the outdoor shower. “Rinse off. You’re a mess.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the pee, or how I was glistening from hours of working in the sun. Either way, I immediately said, “Yes, Hannah.” Anything to take the small mercy before she changed her mind.

Before walking away, she reminded me, “Cold water only.”

After an afternoon of working in the heat, a cold shower actually sounded somewhat refreshing. At first. Once I cooled off, it would have been nice to shift towards a warmer temperature. I was tempted to, since Hannah and her friends were inside. How would they know? But there was no way I was risking it. She could have snuck back out here to make sure I was being obedient, or would notice that I wasn’t shivering afterwards, or something. I had just finished all my chores out here, and had already experienced what it was like to be on Hannah’s bad side.,

As for the shower itself, I couldn’t rush through it like the last time I had been made to wash off like this. Between the pee and the sweat, I felt so gross. Using more shampoo than I had ever used before, I thoroughly washed my hair and eventually proceeded to do the same with my face and body once it felt like I had scrubbed everywhere at least twice.

The one upside of it still being relatively hot outside was that I could step away from the water and warm up while cleaning myself. I might’ve done a third pass of everything just to be sure, except I didn’t want to take too long in case the girls were waiting on me to make them dinner or something.

Though I had been naked for hours, the shower was something of a subconscious ‘reset’ in terms of me feeling like I should be putting on clothes like I normally would. Instead, I reluctantly left the poolside stall. What next? I didn’t have a towel, and I doubted that Hannah would want me to come inside while I was dripping. At the same time, standing around and ‘doing nothing’ while air drying could just as easily get me in trouble.

Splitting the difference, I walked up to the sliding doors. Resisting the urge to throw my arms over my chest and crotch as I saw the three of them drinking wine in the kitchen, I gave a quiet knock when it seemed like none of them noticed a naked girl standing right outside.

Hannah and her friends glanced over, at which they all burst into laughter. How could they not? I might have been clean, but I was still a mess. What kind of girl allowed herself to be stripped of literally everything, and was afraid of the bossy teenager she was supposed to be in charge of?

She took another big sip of the wine that I prayed wasn’t the good stuff her parents set aside, then stood up and came over to me. Opening the door just a crack, Hannah said, “Pick up everything by the pool. Then stand in your bucket until I fetch you.”

My lips parted in surprise, and I was this close to saying something in protest. She wasn’t going to do that to me again, was she? I just showered! But instead of asserting that it wasn’t fair, or that I deserved to come inside, or that she couldn’t treat me like this, I just mumbled, “Yes, Hannah.”

She frowned. “What the fuck, Jessie? You were calling her ‘Ms. Willow,’ weren’t you?” Hannah pointed towards her red haired friend, then met my eyes. “Why does she get special treatment? Aren’t I the girl you’re obsessed with?”

“Maybe she’s obsessed with all sexy girls,” Willow giggled.

“Horny lesbian,” Lillian chimed in.

“You’re my housekeeper,” Hannah reminded me, “From now, I think ‘Ms. Hannah’ is more appropriate. Don’t you?”

Compared to everything else, it wasn’t all that bad. Just another insult, when she was the younger one between us. Though I didn’t think it was appropriate at all, I merely glanced away and affirmed, “Yes, Ms. Hannah.”

And that was that. I went over to where she and her friends had been hanging out by the pool and collected their seltzer cans, bottles of water, and all the empty plates and bowls they had been snacking from while I was hard at work. There wasn’t a crumb for me, not that I would dare take a bite when I could be seen from the kitchen. I tried not to bend over while my ass was directly facing them, though there was ultimately very little I could do to avoid exposing myself in countless ways.

Hannah had implied that I wasn’t allowed inside yet, so I did the best that I could with her instructions. I brought the cans and bottles to the recycling bin by the garage, then piled up the dishes by the door. Finally, I grabbed the sunscreen they had left out and placed it next to the neat pile.

The bucket was right where Hannah had dropped it after pouring the gross contents over my head. The inside was totally dry now, as whatever drops had remained would have evaporated over the course of the afternoon. Still, the soles of my feet were going to be dirty from stepping back in.

Obeying Hannah, since I could only hesitate so much while she and the others were still within sight, I placed one foot after the other inside the bucket and braced myself for one of the girls to come out and start making me drink.

Of course, they weren’t that predictable. While I could count on Hannah to be cruel more often than not, she had also constantly thrown me curve balls and subverted expectations along the way. Between being a spoiled teenager and being in a position to make me do whatever she wanted, there was no telling what was in store for me next.

For now, she just left me outside. After what had to have been at least an hour or two, it was starting to feel like she had forgotten about me. The outside lights were off, and I was eventually left in the dark as the sun fully set beyond the horizon. I could still see, between the kitchen light streaming out and the dim moonlight from above, but that was it; once Hannah and her friends moved elsewhere, I had no idea where they were or when they were coming back.

By the time Hannah came outside to fetch me, I was feeling a little bit lightheaded from the lack of food and the fact that I had been on my feet basically all day. Like usual, that was my problem, not hers. Giving me a warm smile, she said, “Congrats, Virgin. You were finally obedient for a whole day. Mostly. Ready for your reward?”

It felt like a trap. Regardless, I let her take my hand and walk me inside.

Willow and Lillian were nowhere to be seen. In the basement, maybe? Or some room on the main floor that was out of sight? I would have known if they left to go home, unless I somehow missed the sound of a car starting on the other side of the house. Their absence was both daunting and a bit of a relief at the same time; the not knowing kept me on edge, yet it was preferable to only have to deal with just the one girl.

Hannah led me towards the stairs and up to her room. The first thing that I noticed was that my ‘bed’ was gone. As in, there was no pathetically small blanket in the corner like I had been given the last two nights. Would it be possible to sleep with absolutely nothing on the hardwood floor? I was pretty sleep deprived, and exhausted on top of that, so maybe.

“This is your reward, Virgin.” The young blonde turned to face me and casually stripped off her simple t-shirt, where she just as casually bared her breasts to me as she let the tee fall to her feet. “You get to sleep with me.”

I- I couldn’t do that! For starters, I had been hired to babysit this girl. Yeah, she was eighteen, but still. Then there was the important detail that I WASN’T ACTUALLY A LESBIAN.

No doubt noticing the look on my face, Hannah scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I said sleep with me, Jessica. Not fuck me. You’d be the most boring lay, like, ever.” She stepped aside and gestured to the mattress. “Well? Are you going to take my generous offer, or are you going to sleep on the floor where you belong?”

I was already starting to self-justify accepting. If asked, I would explain to her that I thought that’s what she wanted me to do. In reality, I just really, really, really didn’t want to spend the night curled up in the corner again. So I gave a timid nod, and said, “Your bed, please.”

[*Lady Lucia*]

CHAPTER 30

Hannah

So pathetic. Jessica was SO pathetic.

Instead of getting a rise out of her, which had been my intention, everything I had thrown at the college girl just proved how submissive she had become. Wetting herself without putting up a fight, or saying a word about it. Not once asking for food, no matter how much her stomach was rumbling. And, of course, being naked pretty much all day.

I really wasn’t attracted to the brunette. Her boobs annoyed me, she would probably be boring as fuck in the bedroom, and I was more into girls who were just as dominant as I was. The only reason I invited her into my bed was so I could further push the concept that she was a lesbian. That, and it was a reward of sorts, which were few and far between for little Jessie. One night on a comfortable mattress, and I was willing to bet that she would do a lot to avoid being downgraded back to the hard floor.

Lying down next to her for a while, setting up a charged yet completely innocent situation where we were both naked under the sheets while not making any kind of physical contact at the same time, I waited for her to drift off. If only I could read her mind.

It honestly didn’t take that long. Apparently a full day of being abused by the girl of the house was enough to make her crash despite how this was probably the first time her virgin self had been with anyone like this. I was already starting to think about what other ‘firsts’ I could take from her while still keeping her from having any actual sexual experiences that counted.

Once I could hear Jessie breathing more naturally, I chilled next to her for another few minutes to make sure she was actually out. Then I pulled the covers off my own body and swung my legs over the side of the mattress, standing up and not bothering to put my clothes back on. Willow and Lillian had seen my body countless times and, unlike my housekeeper, I didn’t mind casual nudity in the slightest.

“How are the sales going?” I asked the girls, as I joined them in the living room.

“Slut,” Lillian smirked. As if she was one to talk. She was lounging on the sofa in short shorts and a bra that showed off plenty of cleavage.

Willow had on the skimpy sundress she had worn out earlier, though I could easily see that she had made herself comfortable by taking off her bra. “Really good,” Willow answered, “We just have to post up at a coffee shop or something to meet all these people. I doubt anyone’s going to drive all the way out here for a few outfits.”

“That’s fine,” I shrugged, “You could even bring Jessie with you. I’m sure she’d love to see all of her clothes being given away one combo at a time. We’re not actually making money, are we?”

“Not really,” Willow said, “People are so cheap. Like, every other person is trying to negotiate price. I don’t care that much, since it’s her shit, but it’s still kind of annoying. At best, we’ll maybe hit $500 if we can sell everything.”

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra cash lying around, plus it wasn’t really about the money; I mostly enjoyed the idea of making Jessica watch as I sold off everything she had packed for the summer.

“Anything to report on her phone?” I asked Lillian. At this point, I was starting to outsource a number of things. While Jessie was out there alone in her bucket, I had been impersonating her over text and on social media, not that there was too much to do. She wasn’t the kind of girl who posted many updates online, though I made sure to match her text style as I replied to a couple small group chats. As ‘Jess,’ I complained about how I had to wear a maid uniform and kind of had to do everything this ‘blonde brat’ said. Little by little, embarrassing her by informing her friends that she was letting a teenage girl boss her around every day.

“Just a fraud alert for one of her credit cards,” Lillian said, not sounding worried about it in the slightest, “I just verified everything like you did for the bank. Crazy how easy it is when all her passwords are the same!”

“You’re welcome,” Willow grinned, “Think she’ll be able to guess that it’s SubmissiveLesbian69 with an exclamation mark?”

I gave Willow an appreciative smile. It was nice to have a girl already who was so good when it came to tech. I could have set up the cameras myself and figured out how to work the system on my laptop, but I didn’t know how to do all the hacking stuff the redhead had taught herself. Sure, it probably would have been possible to coerce the information out of Jessica; I just liked doing all of this behind her back, so I could eventually catch her completely off guard.

As for the password, it didn’t actually matter. Similar to how I had revoked my maid’s bathroom privileges, she wasn’t going to be getting her possessions back any time soon.

I took immense pleasure in watching her bank account hit zero earlier. All it took was using the exact amount in her checking account to pay off some of the purchases my friends and I had made on her credit card. I briefly considered taking her below zero, for overdraft fees, except that would be a whole thing if they started reaching out about the negative balance. Instead, I’d let poor Jessie deal with debt in the more normal way–racking up as much as I could on her credit cards before hitting the limit and having them declined whenever that happened.

“Have either of you tried these?” I asked, sauntering over to where I had tucked Jessica’s glasses underneath one of her cheap tees. Putting them on, knowing full well that I could pull off ‘nerdy hot’ if I tried, I saw my girlfriends a lot less clearly through the blurry lenses, “Jesus, she must be fucking blind.”

“Not blind enough to do her chores,” Willow pointed out, “Can I try?”

It was true. Though Jess wasn’t crashing into things or constantly stumbling whenever I took her glasses away, she was pretty much always squinting and/or being more hesitant with her movements. My guess was that she could see enough to get by, while perhaps giving herself a migraine from the extended time without the assistance her terrible eyesight required. Just another way to keep her off balance, both literally and figuratively.

Handing Willow the glasses, knowing before she put them on that she would like kind of like a slutty librarian in her current outfit, I stepped back and enjoyed the image that was basically what I envisioned. As she and Lillian passed them back and forth, idly talking about how my little housekeeper might react if they snapped the glasses in half or crushed them with a good stomp, I reminded them that we’d lose the option to make Jessie look less attractive with the nerdy accessory.

We hung out for a few more hours, suffering through the work of fetching our own snacks and refreshing our own drinks throughout the rest of the evening. It’s what we did before Jessica’s arrival, though it still felt a little bit wrong after being pampered recently. Moving forward, it made more sense to make our submissive servant stay up with us. Especially now that the three of us were sharing responsibilities, so one or two girls could always step away to take care of whatever while Jessie was distracted. Honestly, even that wasn’t necessary. I could just find a spot for her and tell her not to move; if she was obedient about doing that naked while outside, I was assuming she’d do the same in pretty much any context.

At some point, it struck me that Jessie hadn’t worn her slutty maid outfit since I washed it in a way that would cause it to shrink slightly. When I said that we’d have to give the girl a break from her nudity to see how much the top half flattened her chest, as well as how high the skirt rode up when it was already amusingly short on her, Lillian suggested an immature yet delightful idea we hadn’t used since middle school.

“Do you still have itching powder somewhere?” she asked, “Wouldn’t it be fun if she was begging to strip tomorrow?”

It certainly would. If we used a generous amount of the stuff, like we did with that one bitch in her gymnastics leotard, Jess would have to choose between her limited modesty and her physical comfort.

“Go for it,” I smirked. Both girls knew where my stash was, and I’m sure Lillian missed some of the stuff we did in our early teenage years. Now that we had all graduated, our individual and collective schemes would have to be a little more adult moving forward. Mostly. Behind closed doors, however, there was probably still some fun to be had with subby girls like Jessica, as I’m sure I’d pick up a pet or two in college.

After a fun night of chilling with the girls, not all of which was just entertaining ourselves around my pathetic housekeeper, Willow and Lillian eventually went off to their rooms. I returned to mine, finding that Jessica hadn’t moved an inch; I was guessing she was out cold and unaware of my extended absence, rather than the kind of girl who slept in the exact same position all night.

Hopefully the sleeping brunette wasn’t so drained of energy that she would wet herself while in bed with me. That would be so fucking gross, even if she was on the other side of the mattress. The silver lining would be that I’d have a good excuse to really punish her right away tomorrow morning, though I’d much prefer if she held it or pissed somewhere else if she needed to go. Not that she had many options; the window was locked this time around, as were the bedroom and bathroom doors. Jess would just have to wait, or figure it out if she couldn’t.

Feeling quite satisfied with how the day had gone, and rather tired and tipsy after another night of drinking, I turned off the lights and crawled into bed, excited for everything planned and unplanned for my broken maid.



Jess

Similar to the previous night, I woke up to a pitch black room and an urgent need to use the bathroom. Completely on autopilot for a moment, I started to get up like I normally would when waking up to my bladder telling me I needed to relieve myself, only to tense up in nervousness as I remembered that I was sleeping in Hannah’s bed with her. She would be so mad if I woke her up.

Being a lot more careful with my movements, I slowly sat up and shifted so I could place my feet on the ground. The AC was blasting like usual, and it felt colder to my naked body after being underneath the covers for however many hours I had slept peacefully. Shivering as my foot made contact with the cool wooden floor, I stood up and tried to adjust to the limited light the moon was offering. Out of habit, I reached for the bedside table where I normally kept my glasses for short trips like this in the middle of the night, before reality more fully settled in.

Hannah had confiscated my glasses forever ago and, more importantly, I was probably locked in the bedroom like last time. Even if I could make it to the bathroom, I wasn’t allowed. Did she have cameras in here? I knew they were outside, and in the more public areas of the house.

For a minute, I considered getting back into bed and waiting until the morning, whenever that was. Except Hannah was eighteen, and would likely be sleeping in. I would have to choose between disturbing her or wetting myself anyway, neither of which were ideal. Looking around her room, dark and blurry as it was, I found myself faced with the same options as last time. Fewer options, actually, now that I had seen the video of myself squatting down on her roof.

After a couple minutes of deliberating, most of which were spent with my arms wrapped around myself, I settled on relieving myself in the corner. Better than having an accident on her mattress, which Hannah would not be a fan of. Plus, what if she made me replace the whole thing, after so many expensive credit card purchases? Blushing in shame as I padded towards the edge of the room, hoping that I could clean up the mess in the morning before she realized, I lowered myself and reluctantly relaxed my muscles down there.

Wincing at the familiar hissing sound that felt a lot louder in the otherwise quiet of the bedroom, I half expected Hannah to wake up and scream at me as I pissed in the corner like a pet who wasn’t housebroken yet. But she didn’t. I was the only one awake as the stream continued, eventually splashing my ankles slightly. It wasn’t nearly as bad as when I had gone in the bucket, though this was humiliating in a completely different way. I was literally so intimidated by Hannah that I didn’t want to wake her up to ask if I could use the bathroom, which was a privilege she shouldn’t have been able to take from me in the first place.

As the stream subsided, my relief paling in comparison to the immediate regret of what I just did, I hurried over to Hannah’s drawers and looked for the most plain t-shirt or tank top I could find. Something I could throw in the washer tomorrow, or maybe just a top that she wouldn’t notice was missing if I threw it away. Choosing a darker tee that I couldn’t fully make out the color of, I gave my lower knees a quick wipe before returning to the corner and cleaning things up. Without any supplies, or a trash can for that matter, the best I could do was drying the floor and hiding the wet fabric underneath Hannah’s bed.

Hopefully my chores tomorrow would be mostly indoors, or I wouldn’t have an opportunity to properly hide what I just did while she was sleeping.

It took me a lot longer to fall asleep the second time around. I couldn’t help think about what Hannah would do if she found out, or if I got ahead of it by coming clean, or what the coming day would be like regardless. Obviously, my preference would be to stay at the house, no matter what she put me through. Anything was better than public nudity, or any of the other risky situations she and her friends had thrown me into.

We were well past me trying to get a handle on what was supposed to be a babysitting job. My entire goal at this point was to hold onto what little dignity I had left, and to keep reminding Hannah that I was a human being and deserved to be treated as such. Maybe that was her whole plan. If I was too caught up fighting for the bare minimum at her house, I wouldn’t have any energy to get control of the situation. More likely, she was an insensitive brat who knew she could do whatever she wanted with me as long as she had a daunting amount of leverage to hold over my head.

After a little bit of tossing and turning, all of which I tried to do as slowly and gently as possible to avoid moving the comforter too much and disturbing Hannah’s slumber, I managed to push my swirling thoughts away long enough to drift off again. It helped that her bed and her sheets were a lot warmer than the rest of her room, perhaps including our collective body heat. Speaking of things I shoudn’t have been thinking about. I was still very much straight, though it was difficult ignoring the constant ‘lesbian’ label when Hannah and her friends said it so often and sometimes had me say it about myself.

The next thing I knew, I was being woken up to a sunlit room in the worst way possible.

One second, I was sleeping peacefully. Then, all of a sudden, Hannah was pinching and twisting my nipples as hard as she could.

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter 31

Normally, it took me a minute to wake up. Not today. My eyes snapped open at the pain on my chest, gasping and crying out in a way that made it clear that my voice wasn’t quite awake as I was. The sound was all kinds of awkward, though I was mostly focused on arching my body in an attempt to lessen the awful sensations on my nipples. “S-stop!” I begged, eyes landing on the scowling blonde girl above me. She was still fully nude, which didn’t help anything.

“You lesbian SLUT.” Letting go with both of her hands, she then informed me why she was actually relenting. “Are you actually getting off on this?” Then she proceeded to punch me in the stomach.

Before I could process that she interpreted the desperate arching as me being turned on, I was doubling over from the unexpected blow, completely winded from both Hannah punching me and the harsh awakening in general, I tried to speak again. “ . . . Ms. H-”

“Shut the fuck up,” she snapped. Stepping back, she pointed towards the corner I had relieved myself in last night. “What is that, Jessie?”

My lips parted, the lower one quivering slightly as I tried to figure out if there was literally anything safe to say in response to that. It wasn’t my fault! There hadn’t been anywhere else to go, and it had felt like the better alternative to wetting the bed. Maybe if I was in a calmer state, I could have made another attempt to point out that it was impossible to just hold it forever, and I had to go somewhere if I wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom. But I was scared and vulnerable at the moment, leaving me completely at Hannah’s mercy in a number of ways.

When I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, Hannah shifted her demeanor to something that was closer to disappointment. “And you were so close to getting your bathroom privileges back. At least you got my title right. Fine. You want to be my obedient maid and nothing else? Put your uniform on.” She pointed to the familiar black and white dress draped over the back of her vanity chair.

It was honestly more humiliating than being yelled at. Maybe it’s because I was the type of girl who hated the idea of anyone being disappointed in me, or how it sounded like I could have made it a step in the right direction with the girl of the house if I had just held it all night. I didn’t want to be just a maid. At the same time, I definitely didn’t want to be naked, and putting on the skimpy outfit would at least solve that problem.

Scrambling out of bed, doing my best to not stare at Hannah’s bare breasts that were even more in my face as I shifted to the edge of the mattress and got to my feet, I went over and grabbed the dress while blushing at how the cruel teenager was now getting an eyeful of my exposed backside right after seeing and touching my chest. What I didn’t expect was how difficult it would be to get into the demeaning uniform. Was it even smaller than yesterday, or was I just imagining things? The top half absolutely crushed my chest, both flattening my breasts and making it a little bit difficult to breathe. Then there was the skirt, that was so short that I felt like a bit of my ass was hanging out while simply standing still. The moment I bent over to clean something or pick up an empty glass, it would almost certainly ride up and expose more of me.

“Don’t just stand there, Virgin,” Hannah said, “Clean up your mess. Then bring me breakfast.” Confident as ever in her nudity, she got back into bed and picked up her phone, ignoring me just like that as she started looking through whatever on the device. We were exact opposites in that sense; I would never just sit around with my boobs out like that, especially not with someone else in the room.

Right. Because I had made a mess in the corner of the room, and there would probably end up being an embarrassing stain no matter how well I cleaned it at this point. Still, I hurried out of her bedroom to grab the supplies I needed. When I returned, she didn’t spare me a single glance. While being invisible was better than a lot of other things Hannah could do to me, it also drove home her ‘just a maid’ comment. At the moment, I was being treated as nothing but a servant for the rich girl.

Sure enough, the wood did end up looking a little discolored no matter how hard I scrubbed. Of course it did, when I had just left the puddle there for hours. Should I have woken Hannah up immediately to tell her about it? Although at that point, I should have done so to inform her that I needed to pee. And then she would have told me to hold it, and punished me this morning for disrupting her sleep. I had already gone through half of these scenarios in my head last night before relieving myself. The problem was, playing the what-if game where Hannah was concerned was futile, when the best I could manage most of the time was minimizing how much she punished and/or humiliated me.

Deciding not to say anything for now, hoping that she’d be okay just putting something in the corner to cover up the slight imperfection to her bedroom, I retreated back to the upstairs hallway with the cleaning supplies and-

I thought I had been imagining it while crouched in the corner, and also a bit distracted by how I could feel the chilly AC against my bare ass as the skirt did exactly what I expected it to in a position like that. Now that I had a moment to myself, however, I was aware of how my chest was starting to itch. Not in a pleasurable way. Like, actually itching, to the point where scratching it felt like the only real way to deal with the slightly uncomfortable sensation.

As soon as I returned the supplies back to the closet, I hesitantly gripped my breasts, knowing full well that Hannah had cameras all over the couch. I didn’t want this to look like I was groping myself for no reason, when I was really just trying to alleviate what I was feeling underneath the fabric. Heading down to the kitchen, so I would at least be on task while gently digging my fingers underneath my boobs, I worked the spots for as long as it took me to make it down the stairs and around the corner. Video recordings aside, I also wasn’t sure if Hannah’s friends were here or not. The house was quiet, though that didn’t necessarily mean anything. I didn’t want their first image of me since last night to be anything that looked inappropriate.

My attempts at scratching over the tight uniform didn’t really help. The good news was, the kitchen was empty. However, I still had a job to do. Hannah was going to be irritated if her breakfast in bed took too long. As usual, she gave me very little direction in terms of what she wanted. Eggs and whatever sides I could make to go with it? Pancakes or waffles? Making snacks for her and her friends was one thing, but my cooking skills were fairly limited, and I had no idea what a girl from a wealthy family expected in the morning.

I settled on my best attempt at an omelette, along with some fruit and juice I knew she liked from previous requests. Not like I could make her a huge meal, when I’d have to carry it upstairs. I also knew how she liked her coffee at this point, as well as how to use the espresso machine. Saving that for last, so she could have everything while it was hot, I made my best attempt at a simple yet fancy-ish meal for her, complete with the kind of garnish I had seen at restaurants before.

All the while, my chest was only itching more. Was it getting worse because I kept thinking about it and couldn’t do much at the moment? It couldn’t just be sweat from the previous day, plus I had washed it somewhat recently. Also, it wasn’t just my breasts. I was starting to feel a similar problem below the waist on both sides.

Hannah could have done something . . . She was also going to be getting impatient if I spent too long preparing her meal. After looking around for a minute or two, I found a tray that was designed for both carrying food and holding it over a girl’s lap. Carefully bringing everything upstairs and to her bedroom, I flinched and averted my gaze as soon as I saw her; I had completely forgotten that she was topless.

“Took you long enough,” Hannah said, “You made something for Willow and Lillian, right?”

What? No, I didn’t. Hannah only told me to bring her breakfast, and I had no way of knowing that her friends stayed over. “Umm, not yet,” I muttered. Just standing there wasn’t doing me any favors, so I made myself bring the tray over to the casually naked blonde and placed the meal over her lap. “I wanted to take care of you as quickly as possible.” Ugh, it was so cringeworthy; I was actually sucking up to her in an attempt to avoid her judgment.

She just sighed, once again going for disappointment rather than anger. Pointing to the spot right next to the bed, she said, “Down. Wait for me to finish, then you can go make breakfast for them and clean the kitchen when you’re done.”

Degrading as it was, I knew better than to hesitate when given an order. I lowered myself down to my knees, feeling more like a pet than a servant while doing so, and waited for another command that never came. Apparently this was it. Kneeling in front of her, trying my best to stay still amidst the itchy uniform and the eventually soreness of my knees. I had already been hungry while cooking for her; now, I was practically salivating as the hot omelette was at eye level.

My empty stomach let out an embarrassing gurgle at some point. Hannah smirked for a second, then shifted the expression to a scowl as she glared down at me. “Shut the fuck up, Jessica.”

But, I couldn’t help that! By the time Hannah was done with her meal, I desperately needed to scratch myself in pretty much all my private places, and I was feeling awkward and self conscious from the combination of a growling stomach that only made Hannah more annoyed every time as well as how I had to constantly avert my gaze to avoid seeing her exposed upper body. I wasn’t trying to be disruptive! If she wanted peace and quiet, she could have just told me to get out.

“Breakfast was okay,” she said after the last bite, “You’ll do better next time, yes?”

How was I supposed to learn how to cook properly when being run ragged every day?! All I could bring myself to say, however, was “Yes, Ms. Hannah.” Thanks to Willow pushing the title yesterday, that was what I was to call all of them until I was told otherwise.

Taking the empty tray from the bed, spoiling Hannah more than ever with my obedience as she continued lounging in bed without a care in the world, I returned to the kitchen and got back to work. At least I had some semblance of a plan this time around where the meal was concerned. I quickly washed the pan, then got to work making two more omelettes for the other girls. The main adjustment I had to make was that I had no idea how Willow or Lillian liked their coffee, so I found a little creamer pitcher, adding that and the sugar bowl to the tray.

Another minor issue was that I couldn’t carry two trays at once, and I had no idea where the two girls were. Still in their bedrooms? So far, they hadn’t been consistent at all, considering how they had gotten up before me and left the house yesterday, and now Hannah was content to hang out in her bedroom all morning. Her friends could also be in the furnished basement, which would explain why I couldn’t really hear them.

Going with my first instinct, I went back upstairs and placed the tray down for a minute to knock on one of the closed bedroom doors.

“Who is it?” Willow, maybe, called out to me.

I didn’t really know the girls well enough after only a few days to recognize a slightly muffled voice. “It’s-” I hesitated. While I had been called a lot of things since my arrival as Hannah’s ‘housekeeper,’ I hadn’t really been given an opportunity to introduce myself. The natural impulse was still ‘Jess,’ which was my preferred nickname and what I had gone by for years. And yet, this was one of Hannah’s friends, who would likely report back to her if I said or did anything that wouldn’t be approved of. “It’s Jessica,” I said. They did call me that, usually when being stern. It had a little more dignity than ‘Jessie,’ and I certainly wasn’t going to announce myself as ‘Virgin.’ Realizing I should also inform the girl on the other side of the door why I was there, I added, “I brought you breakfast.”

“You can come in!” she cheerily said.

Opening the door first while I had a free hand, bracing myself for the girl on the other side to be just as exposed as Hannah, I picked the tray back up and nudged the door open with my shoulder. It was Willow–maybe I knew Hannah’s two closer friends better than I thought–and she was dressed, at least more than Hannah. The redhead was in the middle of a stretching routine on the floor, in short shorts and a tank top with no bra. Despite what Hannah kept saying about me, I was NOT a lesbian. It was just natural to glance towards a girl’s chest when she was wearing a tight top and arching her body in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

Though I only stared for a second or two before flushing and quickly glancing away, Willow noticed and called me out. “Not interested, lesbian. I don’t fuck maids.” She finished her stretch and then snapped her fingers. “Just put it on the desk, Jessie. I’m busy.”

Flustered from how she made my brief and totally innocent glimpse sound, I didn’t say a word as I did as I was told. It wasn’t until I set the tray down that I remembered the part about how I’d need the cream and sugar back for Lillian. When I tentatively asked how she liked her coffee, Willow sighed just like Hannah and told me that just cream was fine. Just another girl, judging me for something that was already quite the service.

Going to Lillian’s room was a similar experience in terms of how she acted around me. I honestly couldn’t tell if the girls had coordinated over text, or if they just spent enough time together that their personalities ended up overlapping. Lillian was actually at her desk, working on something. I didn’t know what, as my knocking on her door gave her plenty of time to close the device. For all I knew, it could be because she liked her privacy and didn’t want someone over her shoulder, or it could have been something related to me.

Once I set her meal down in a similar manner, without a word of thanks from her, I made yet another trip down to the kitchen to get started on the dishes. Unable to help myself despite my knowledge of the cameras, I started scratching my breasts over the maid outfit, then proceeded to do the same with my ass and my crotch. It barely helped; if anything, it made the itching worse. This had to be Hannah. What did she do?! Was it something in the uniform, or on my body? Without any experience with such pranks, I was oblivious to the powder a girl could use to create an effect like this.

Groaning in frustration, I temporarily gave up on my efforts to alleviate the increasingly uncomfortable sensations. The kitchen needed to be spotless, or I’d potentially be in trouble. After that, I was going to have to clear the trays in order of the girls I brought them to. Could I ask Hannah if this was her fault, and if I could shower and wear something else? That was a pretty big ask, when I could just as easily end up naked if I came across as ungrateful for what I had been given to start the day.

Nothing with the cruel blonde teenager was simple or easy.

Before I was finished tidying up in the kitchen, I heard the sound of all three girls chatting amongst themselves as they descended the stairs. A few seconds later, all three of them turned the corner. My eyes widened as I saw that each girl was fully nude. And they all were acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What are you doing, Jessie?” Hannah asked, in response to how I had frozen in awkwardness at the sight, “Get back to your chores. Oh, and you have an important decision to make in an hour or two. Just so you know.”