The Housekeeper, Chapter 28
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.