The Housekeeper, Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Jess
There wasn’t anything else I could do.
Hannah was driving on rural roads at this point, so it wasn’t as if she could pull over and let me clean up somewhere. Also, I was naked, so that wouldn’t be an option anyway unless she allowed me to put back on the borrowed clothes first. The one thing that I would do, if given the option, was scoot over to the opposite side of the car. At least then, I wouldn’t be sitting in my own pee. But I was way too intimidated by Hannah to do something perfectly reasonable like that, especially when she was already judging me.
So I sat there for the rest of the journey, still shivering from the nonstop AC and resisting the urge to cover my bare chest like I so desperately wanted to.
The sight of Hannah’s house was quite the relief. Though I had been through all kinds of mortifying experiences there, at least it had been secluded. While I didn’t love being exposed to the blonde and her friends, that was slightly preferable to wearing skimpy clothes at the mall and being naked for any nearby drivers to see. I was still clinging to the hope that I could somehow get this summer back on track. At the moment, I was definitely in no position to make such an attempt.
Rather than pulling all the way to the end of the driveway, Hannah merely parked the car adjacent to the front door. “Bring all my shopping bags inside,” she told me upon turning off the engine, “And try not to make a mess. If you spill on the floor, you’ll be cleaning it up with your toothbrush. Oh, and wash my car. Starting with your piss, obviously, but you might as well scrub the whole thing while you’re at it.” She popped the trunk, then opened the garage door in the distance. “Meet me around back when you’re done.” With that, she strutted into the house without another word.
I scrambled out of the car, very much wanting to get out of the dirty puddle I had been stuck in for at least fifteen minutes. Hoping that Hannah wasn’t planning on looking back or watching me from inside, I started awkwardly shaking my hips to remove as much moisture as I could. Using my hands was out of the question, as that would be disgusting and unsanitary, so I had to suffer through the awkwardness of my boobs shifting and bouncing in response to the movements. Without a bra to keep them in place, or my hands to cup them, there was really no avoiding it.
It made the most sense to start on the car so I could air dry, not that I’d ever feel clean down there until I could actually take a bath or shower. Honestly, I’d take a wet wipe at this point. However, Hannah started by telling me to bring in her bags. She could have just been rambling off demands without caring about how I executed them, or she could have meant for me to go in order. I didn’t want to risk it, so I started with the first thing I heard.
After so much nudity yesterday, you’d think that I would be a little desensitized to it. That definitely wasn’t the case. Then, it was later in the day, and everything I was subjected to had transpired behind the house. Now, it was a sunny, summer day. I was standing on the driveway in front of Hannah’s borderline mansion and more conscious than ever about my nudity. Though her friends weren’t here, and I’d easily see a vehicle in the distance, it didn’t change the fact that being naked in broad daylight was beyond uncomfortable for me.
I grabbed a few shopping bags, deciding that multiple trips was the way to go. Though it meant prolonging my time outside, I didn’t want to risk dripping in the house. A few trips later, I had successfully carried all of Hannah’s purchases into the house. I briefly considered that she might have meant that she wanted them up in her room, even if she hadn’t specified anything beyond ‘inside.’ Because I could still feel the dampness of my thighs and lower cheeks, however, I figured it would be best to tackle the car wash first. I could always bring the bags upstairs afterwards.
As for the coming task, I was going in completely blind. I had already learned where plenty of the cleaning supplies were as Hannah’s ‘housekeeper,’ yet her garage was brand new territory. Thankfully, Hannah hadn’t made me remove the flip-flops when making me strip in the car. I could only imagine how hot the driveway was after half a day of baking in the sun.
I made my way into the spacious garage, letting out an exhale of relief simply due to being partially inside. Objectively, it didn’t make a difference where I was when no one else was around, but it still felt more acceptable to be naked indoors. Of course, I would have preferred clothes. It was only a temporary comfort, as I still had a car to wash. After poking around the outskirts of the garage, I eventually found what I needed. The supplies were well organized and logically placed right next to the hose that was no doubt set up for this very job. I had been bracing myself to drag the backyard one around the house. This wasn’t a huge convenience in the grand scheme of things, though it helped a little bit.
This time, I was determined to make it in a single trip. I poured a little soap into the bucket and grabbed a large sponge, then took the hose with my other hand. Ideally, the car would have been a lot closer, though it wasn’t too much trouble to carry everything halfway down the driveway. I did have to double back to turn the water on, still feeling constantly nervous and self conscious whenever the outside air brushed my exposed body.
It had been a while since I washed a car by hand. The good news was, it wasn’t particularly complicated. Similar to how I’d give myself a shower, I sprayed down Hannah’s sedan with the water, then proceeded to scrub with the soapy water I had made for myself in the bucket. I couldn’t help but think back to how I had been made to use my boobs as a sponge the previous night, and prayed that Hannah wouldn’t come back out here to demand the same thing for her car.
I was also worried about burning. My skin was already a bit red from my too long/too high setting in the tanning bed, and now I was under the sun without a trace of lotion protecting me. With that in mind, I worked as efficiently as possible, occasionally ducking back into the garage to avoid non-stop exposure to what was surely a high UV index. I was tempted to give the dirty areas of my body a quick pass with the sponge, except Hannah could still be keeping an eye on me from one of the windows. Anything I did that wasn’t a direct order from her would potentially lead to a punishment.
It wasn’t until I finished rinsing all the soap off her car that I remembered that cleaning the inside was supposed to be the priority. “Shit,” I muttered to myself. My focus had been all over the place, and I had been thinking too much about the mess on my body rather than where I had been seated. Scurrying back to the garage, I grabbed a handful of rags while praying the leather would be fine. It was difficult to be quick and careful, as I really didn’t want my hands to touch the pee as I did an initial few passes to wipe up the accident. Then I got to work actually cleaning the back of the car, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to roll the windows down without Hannah’s keys. Letting out a frustrated groan, I dried everything off to the best of my ability, then left the door wide open while I started putting everything away. Hopefully the very same sun I was worried about burning from would be enough to air dry the back of the car; I needed to close the door soon, as she would kill me if any bugs or whatever ended up inside.
Taking the initiative to close the garage door with the same clicker Hannah had used, I reluctantly closed her car back up and had to assume that the sun would still be enough to do the rest on a summer day. Now what? Hannah had told me to meet her around back . . . Did that mean I should cross through the house like she did, or circle around from the outside? The visual of the latter was already in my mind, as I had pictured myself doing it to get the hose. And because the young blonde was needlessly cruel, she would probably prefer me to stay out as long as possible while I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.
Opting for the more humiliating route, if only to avoid more trouble, I reluctantly made my way towards the very pool that had started all of this. I should have never hopped in the shower without locking the door first.
Hannah was outside.
Wearing the same bikini as yesterday, lounging by the pool without a care in the world. Easy enough to do, considering she didn’t have a single chore or responsibility to worry about as the entitled eighteen year old that she was. She was much more than rich and spoiled, of course. I would have been able to handle a girl like that. When she noticed me approaching, she said, “Took you long enough. I need a drink, but not before you get cleaned up.”
Speaking of showers. Although this time around, I was much more inclined to head upstairs and do just that, even if she planned on sticking me with a slutty maid uniform afterwards. In fact, that was highly preferable to my current nudity. In retrospect, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought to give myself a scrub along the way when washing Hannah’s car. A few passes of the sponge would have been better than nothing, and the sun would have dried me off afterwards.
“Yes, Hannah,” I said. At least I was dry at this point, if not clean. Heading towards the house in a similar manner to my countless trips last night to refresh drinks again and again, I only made it a few steps before Hannah spoke up.
“Where the fuck are you going, Virgin?” she asked. Sitting up slightly, she pointed towards the edge of the poolside area, “Shower out here, where I can keep an eye on you. Actually, I don’t even trust you that far away from me. Here.” With that, she stood up and walked over to what I realized was an outdoor shower. The other day, I just figured it was some kind of storage area. When Hannah opened the wooden door, however, the showerhead within made it clear what it actually was.
I knew some houses by lakes and beaches had such things. Why did Hannah’s family have one? Then again, I hadn’t loved being unexpectedly covered in chlorine from my ‘fall’ into the pool. Maybe Hannah and her friends liked to rinse off out here after a swim. Either way, I had a much different reason for needing a shower at the moment.
“Keep the door open,” Hannah said, “And there’s no need to waste hot water on you.” She grabbed what I assumed was the cold knob and started the water. “Well?”
So much for privacy. And comfort. While I was a bit hot from being out in the sun for so long, a cold shower was hardly the cure. A dip in the pool would be one thing. This is what Hannah wanted, however, which meant that it would be what I did. With a nervous swallow, I stepped forward and tried not to think about the impending wave of cold water. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad?
Demonstrating her impatience right away, Hannah groaned and snapped, “Now, Jessie!” Placing both of her hands on my back, she gave me a good shove.
Stumbling forward, and just barely able to keep myself from tripping over the raised stone that divided the shower from the area leading up to it, I gasped as my entire body was doused in the freezing water. It was not at all refreshing like I had expected; if anything, the fact that my skin had been warmed by the sun made the abrupt shift in temperature that much worse. I was also temporarily blinded by the water in my eyes, as I had more or less been sent in face first, rather than the way I’d normally step into such a thing.
Out of pure instinct, I mostly removed myself from the cascade. It’s what I would do in a normal shower when waiting for the water to heat up, or to adapt to the temperature one way or another when first stepping in. Of course, this wasn’t a normal shower in the slightest.
“Jessica!” Hannah exclaimed, “Do I seriously have to babysit you through this whole thing? Get back under the water. Rinse your whole virgin body off. Hair, too. Come on, I don’t have all day.”
Blinking the water away until I could mostly see again, though my vision was still terrible without my glasses or contacts, I preemptively winced as I moved back into place under the showerhead.
Taking shallow breaths as I forced myself to stay in the freezing shower this time around, I tried to go through the motions of my usual routine despite having an audience and having to deal with the awful water. I raised my arms and ran my hands through my hair until my brunette locks were thoroughly rinsed, doing my best to not think about how my breasts were blatantly on display as I did so. Then I turned in a slow circle to make sure that every inch of me was hit with the water for at least a few seconds.
After being overly thorough for the sake of avoiding even more judgment and chastising from Hannah, I finally moved away from the center of the outdoor stall. I still needed to wash myself, and the only way to do that was to be slightly removed from the falling water. Briefly looking towards the blonde to verify that what I was doing was okay, I reached down and picked up the shampoo. My vision was blurry, but I wasn’t blind. Besides, this was how I was used to showering, as contact lenses weren’t meant to be worn in the tub.
When Hannah didn’t yell at me or get on my case about anything, I got to work. My hair was definitely going to be the worst part. Rinsing out my long, brunette hair was normally relaxing in a steamy shower, but it would take forever when holding my head underneath the cold water. But I was in too deep, and Hannah was standing there watching my every move. I was caught between wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, while also tempted to stall ever so slightly for the sake of letting the sun warm me up a little bit while I worked the shampoo through my dark locks.
I couldn’t delay the next part forever. Plunging my whole body back into the frigid water and flashing back to my prolonged time in the freezer last night, I hurried to rinse all the suds out so I could get back out and get started on my body. There wasn’t a washcloth or loofah within sight, and I definitely wasn’t about to ask Hannah for something like that. This was literally an outdoor shower, and she would almost certainly scoff at such a ‘need.’
Instead, I simply lathered up my hands and hesitantly started on my shoulders. It wasn’t going to be too long before I had to move on from my arms to more or less fondling my bare breasts in front of Hannah. That’s not actually what I would be doing, but that’s basically what it would look like when washing my chest with my bare hands. Of course, she already had blackmail of me touching myself in a much more damning manner. I just had to get through this, just like I needed to get through so many other recent ordeals.
Feeling the heat rush to my face, I lowered my hands to my chest and began spreading the soap around. As badly as I didn’t want to put on a show for the blonde, I had to assume that she wouldn’t be content with me doing the bare minimum. So I gave myself a few squeezes, blushing all the while. I couldn’t even bring myself to look up, as it was easier to remain ignorant of whether or not Hannah was training a camera on me.
My stomach offered a brief reprieve, though it wasn’t long before I had to touch myself in another inappropriate manner while both outside and while being observed the entire time. Rubbing myself between the thighs for a few seconds, I cringed upon realizing that I couldn’t shift my focus nearly as quickly as this time. I had been sitting in my own mess for so long in the car, which meant I really had to scrub all the areas below my waist.
“Hey, Virgin,” Hannah said, speaking up for the first time in a while, “When you’re done, turn off the water and put your hands on your head.”
Leaving me in suspense beyond that, she told me to get back to it.