The Housekeeper, Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen

Jess

It wasn’t until we had actually been walking around the mall for a minute or two that I started appreciating just how nice it was to be wearing underwear again, as well as something on my feet. Similar to being able to breathe out of both nostrils after a few days with a stuffy nose, the simple feeling of wearing clothes after being naked for so long was a relief. Though I was sure that I was only allowed such things because Hannah had no choice in the matter. She might have had enough wealth and influence to be treated like a princess at the mall, but it’s not like she could leave me exposed in a more public setting.

It didn’t matter that I was wearing Hannah’s clothes. Just one look at us would inform anyone of the fact that we weren’t two friends out for a day of shopping. She was the rich socialite everyone waited on hand and foot for the sake of a fat commission while I was the plainly dressed girl awkwardly tagging along and waiting in the corner as she tried on outfit after outfit. Nearly every store we went to had employees either greeting her by name or coming to her merely because she looked like the type that deserved such special attention. And if her image didn’t do the trick, surely someone would notice the armful of bags I was carrying for her and hint that she was potentially going to buy just as much there.

Each and every time she checked out, I had to watch in silent horror as she swiped my credit card. The first store alone rang her up for a total that was higher than how much my checking account currently held. That wasn’t even counting everything Hannah’s friends had bought for themselves online yesterday. I just kept reminding myself of the same thing as before–it was credit, and the charges could be reversed. Or, better yet, Hannah would just pay me back, as that would greatly simplify things.

Whenever she wasn’t trying on clothes, I was constantly lagging behind despite my best efforts. Hannah walked with a purpose, for starters. Not only was I shorter, but I was also walking around in footwear that wasn’t designed for such a brisk pace, and I didn’t have nearly the shopping stamina that she did. Oh, and she was strutting around with nothing but a phone in her hands, while I was weighed down by all of her bags. I was pretty sure she enjoyed being in front, having her servant girl tail behind her, though she also made a point to regularly snap at me to not fall behind at the same time.

At some point, I ended up abandoning my flip flops and stuffing them into one of the bags that would fit them without risking any part of the summer footwear touching Hannah’s new purchases. It wasn’t an easy decision. While the mall floor was probably cleaned somewhat regularly, it was still a very public space with lots of traffic, and I didn’t want to think about how gross it was to walk around without anything between my bare feet and the floor. There was also the whole ‘no shirt, no shoes’ policy that I kept waiting for someone to call me out on. However, I just couldn’t risk tripping and totally wiping out when holding all of Hannah’s expensive new things. Keeping up with her felt like more and more of a falling risk, and I knew that I would be way more balanced without the borrowed flip flops that weren’t the greatest fit.

Around the time my arms were threatening to give out from being Hannah’s pack mule, not to mention how my mid-section was rumbling from all the walking on an empty stomach, Hannah decided that she wanted to stop at a café for a break. Spoiled as ever, she picked a booth that was way too big for just two girls, so we’d have ample room for all of her shopping bags. Then she instructed me to sit quietly while she took care of everything.

Similar to the special treatment she had gotten ever since we pulled up to the mall, this spot was no exception. Most people in the café were lined up to order at the counter. Hannah didn’t bother with that; she merely raised a finger and a barista came over to our table when she saw that we were ready. Unlike the high end stores, there was no commission to be had at a place like this. And yet, Hannah still somehow had VIP status. I was guessing she was a regular and tipped exceedingly well, unless there was something I was missing.

“Should I start you with a latte this morning?” the young woman asked.

“Yes,” Hannah nodded, “And a large iced coffee. I’ll also have some breakfast this morning . . . ” She proceeded to order without a menu in sight. Based on how she requested each item, I doubted it was because she was intimately familiar with their options. She just assumed they could make what she wanted until she was told otherwise. “What about you, Jessie? Care for a bite?”

Yes. Absolutely I did. Until I caught the subtle look on Hannah’s face as she glanced at me. Though I barely knew the girl, she had bossed me around and intimidated me enough yesterday for me to know how to read a number of expressions in the name of self preservation. If I wasn’t stuck being her servant for the day, maybe I would have been impressed at how she managed to give me such a look while also not making it obvious to our server how much power Hannah had over me.

“Umm, no thank you,” I said. More manners in those three little words than in anything Hannah had said since we first stepped foot into the mall. She always knew what she wanted, and expected to get it. When those expectations were always met, she really had no need to bother with ‘please’ or ‘thank you.’

Once it was just the two of us again, Hannah didn’t bother giving me any of her attention. Whipping her phone out and proceeding to text her friends and check her socials, if I had to guess, she busied herself with the smart device while I had to just sit there and twiddle my thumbs. I had no idea where my phone was. Likely back at the house, for starters.

When our drinks arrived, Hannah told me that my iced coffee needed to be empty by the end of the meal. I looked at the large plastic cup with trepidation. The nonstop shopping had managed to distract me for a while; now that we were sitting and there wasn’t anything else to distract me, I was back to paying attention to the faint pressure on my bladder that had persisted ever since I had downed the room temperature coffee earlier. Yet there was no denying Hannah. At least I wasn’t being forced to chug the whole thing; as long as I took decently sized sips as she ate her breakfast, I would be able to complete the task given to me.

The various aromas wafting about the café were bad enough when paired with my hunger, but it was so much worse when the collection of sweet and savory plates were placed down in front of Hannah. And of course she could eat such a full spread while still maintaining her hourglass figure. Though between her age and her wealth, she could obviously stay fit with a combination of metabolism and possibly a personal trainer. I vaguely remembered her friends talking about such sessions the other night, though I was too distracted at the time to really be listening to their conversations.

She ate in silence for the most part, save for the occasional quiet chuckle at whatever she was looking at. I just sat there and drank my iced coffee; though the temperature was better than the drink from earlier, it was still black coffee. Not my favorite, yet I had already mentally committed to a faster pace than what I’d normally take with something that made me slightly grimace from the taste.

A few minutes in, my stomach growled loudly enough for Hannah to give me an annoyed look. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. She set half a slice of toast on one of her already empty plates, followed by a small piece of bacon. Not nearly enough food to satisfy me after the multiple skipped meals, but technically better than nothing. Hannah slid the plate across the table, “There. Eat, Virgin. And what do you say?”

There were a lot of things I wanted to say. But I just swallowed my pride and muttered, “Thank you, Hannah.” As badly as I wanted to just grab the toast and scarf it down, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. Trying not to look desperate, I did my best to pick up the pathetic excuse for a snack and eat it more like a lady. The silver lining to doing it that way meant that it forced me to savor each bite and parse out what little food I had been given.

Hannah went right back to ignoring me, up until she was done with her meal. Of course, my few bites were long gone at that point. No pacing in the world could make me finish my plate as slowly as she worked through her assortment of breakfast selections. As for my coffee, I hadn’t made nearly the progress I had aimed for. And Hannah was quick to point that out. “You’re not done yet?” she asked, after the barista from before collected our dishes and went to settle the bill, “It’s really not that difficult, Jessie. Here, I’ll show you.” She picked up the roughly one third full glass and brought it to my lips, tilting it back with very little warning.

It was fine for a swallow or two, but then I couldn’t keep up. I also couldn’t tell Hannah to stop with a mouthful of cold coffee. Stuck in an impossible situation, as both pulling back trying to communicate pretty much anything would result in a spill, my hesitation ended up making that happen anyway and then some. When I was at chipmunk capacity, the iced drink started trickling down my chin and neck. I couldn’t hold any more, and a small shake of my head only caused the lid of the cup to shift from my lips. Hannah seemed oblivious to my plight until it was too late. Or, more likely, this was her plan from the beginning despite how she was feigning ignorance.

Since the tall cup was tilted so much due to how much was left, separating myself from the plastic caused the entirety of the remaining coffee to spill onto my chest. My reflex would normally be to gasp, except my cheeks were still full of coffee. Instead, I just tensed up from first the cold, followed by the sensation of the borrowed shirt clinging to my chest. Belatedly remembering that I wasn’t wearing a bra, I flushed and threw my arms over my breasts. I wasn’t looking down yet, as I was focused on swallowing the coffee as quickly as I could without choking on it, but I had to assume that my form would easily be seen when the already tight shirt was wet.

“Jessie!” Hannah exclaimed. Pointedly putting the now empty cup down, she shifted back and immediately started berating me, “Be more careful! You could have spilled on me. And look what you did to the shirt I loaned you. Ugh! Now we’re going to have to buy you a replacement.”

Finally managing to get the rest of the coffee down, I belatedly tried to protest, “But, you-”

“But nothing!” Hannah snapped. Rolling her eyes, she gave an impatient glance towards the barista at the counter, “That’s what we’re doing next. I can’t have my servant girl looking like that,” she said, vaguely gesturing to my soaked and stained top.

Being Hannah’s pack mule had only gotten more and more exhausting as the bags piled up leading up to brunch at the café, as had the mental turmoil every time she swiped my card and berated me along the way. That collective list was now longer; having a wet shirt was physically uncomfortable and made me worry about any number of strangers staring at my bra-less chest as the thin top clung to it.

I had also gotten used to the routine of standing around while Hannah tried on countless outfits at each store. Tedious as it was, at least I had plenty of moments to myself. That wasn’t the case any more. The very next store was going to require more active participation on my part, as Hannah was quite insistent on getting me something to replace what I currently had on.

Objectively, it wasn’t a bad idea. Spilling coffee on myself was a lot different than if it had happened with water, so changing into something clean and dry would be preferable. Except if I had it my way, I’d end up grabbing something cheap and simple. Instead, Hannah and I circled the department store as she grabbed shirt after shirt for me to try on. All the while, I had to continue hauling her bags around. And due to how full my arms are, it wasn’t really possible to cover my chest and hold all her purchases at the same time.

After what felt like forever, she walked me to the dressing rooms and pointed to a spot where I was to leave everything. It was the first time I hadn’t been able to stick around and guard them after putting them down, though Hannah didn’t seem particularly concerned about that. Not when she could just hand the nearest assistant a bit of cash and tell them she didn’t want anyone touching her stuff while we were busy in the changing rooms.

I didn’t realize until we were given a stall that Hannah had no intention of letting me change alone. Though we were in too public of a setting for her to say anything about the previous night, all it really took was another one of those looks. ‘I’ve already seen every inch of you.’ Something like that. I had literally nothing to hide when it came to Hannah and her friends, plus the bossy blonde had so many incriminating pictures and videos of me. Baring my boobs between trying on new shirts was hardly anything compared to everything I had already been through.

This particular store seemed to be below Hannah’s standards, as she hadn’t picked out anything for herself. I was the only one that was going to be changing, and she made short work of hanging up all the potential options I had. When looking at them altogether, it appeared as if she had taken them off the hangers at random. An assortment of tees, blouses, and a couple tank tops were displayed before me, and Hannah gestured towards my current top with an expectant look. “Well?” she asked.

“Yes, Hannah,” I replied. It was a submissive phrase I was getting accustomed to, considering I was now saying it to an implied demand.

I peeled off the borrowed shirt, flushing right away as my boobs popped out of the tight outfit piece. Out of instinct, my arms lifted halfway in an attempt to cover myself up before I remembered that I wasn’t allowed to cover. Also, I was about to try on nearly a dozen new tops, and it was unlikely I’d be able to keep from exposing myself in the somewhat confined space even if I tried.

She held out her hand, and I reluctantly handed over the still damp shirt. In exchange, I was given a tank top to try. Desperate to cover myself again, I was quick to pull it over my head and down over my chest. With a bra, it might have been a decent option. I was far more interested in the various blouses, as those had a far better chance of hiding the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything else on my upper half.

Hannah seemed to agree that the tank top wasn’t great, though her way of putting it was far more crass than anything I would have said. “Your boobs are way too big,” she commented. After giving my chest a once-over that wasn’t remotely subtle, she added, “Almost like a girl like you shouldn’t have a rack like that. Next, Jessie.”

One by one, we went through each of the shirts she picked out for me. Though I did like a couple of them, Hannah ultimately decided that none of them suited me. She collected all of them in her arms to hand back in. It surprised me that she would actually do anything herself instead of snapping her fingers and making me do it instead, until I realized that my original tee was amidst the crumpled pile she was now holding. By the time I processed that, however, she was slipping out of the changing room and leaving me in there alone and topless.

“Hannah, wait!” I exclaimed. I had no choice but to talk with her through the door, unless I wanted to risk flashing my breasts to anyone in the area. The store had been fairly busy when we were walking through it, and I had no idea how many other women might be waiting on a stall at the moment.

“Relax, Jessica. I’m going to find you something better. I’ll be back soon, ‘kay?”

And that was that. I tried calling after her one more time, but didn’t get a response. Anything else would just draw attention to me, and attention was the last thing I wanted in my current state of undress.

Considering I was too hesitant to even poke my head out, there was no way in hell I was about to venture out into the shop to look for Hannah. All I could do was sit down on the changing room bench and wait for her to return.

I hadn’t noticed the air conditioning before, no doubt due to how hauling around all of Hannah’s bags while practically speed walking had actually caused me to sweat a little bit throughout the day. Now that I was standing still and fully topless, however, it didn’t take long for the changing room to get noticeably cold. It was summer, so of course the mall was blasting the AC. I wrapped my arms around my chest both to stay warm and to cover my bare breasts; mostly the former, as I hadn’t forgotten Hannah’s rule.

The girl in the mirror was hardly the confident university girl who arrived for a lucrative babysitting job yesterday. I turned away from my reflection after only a few seconds, hating the image of myself so exposed.

Without a watch or a phone, I had no idea how much time was passing. Every minute felt so long as I impatiently waited for Hannah to return, though I knew how easy it could be to misjudge time. Especially in a situation like this. As I shivered in the cool stall, I was hit with yet another urge to use the toilet. Summoning whatever willpower I could muster, I repressed that need as best as I could. I would be absolutely humiliated if I wet myself right here.

What would Hannah say? Would she whisk me out of there, or make me suffer through the reaction of bringing the closest retail worker over to see what I had done? The mental image of the latest thought was difficult to shake once it had invaded my mind.

Just about the time I started worrying about what the chances were of Hannah leaving me here to get out of this mess myself, as she could probably easily find someone else to carry her bags to the car in exchange for a sizable tip, my heart skipped a beat when someone gave a firm knock to the door. “Jessie.” It was Hannah. For once, I was actually glad to hear her voice, as the alternative would be a saleswoman trying to free up one of the stalls and me trying to explain why I was still in here.

I doubted she would be okay with me covering my boobs even for the sake of modesty in public, so I undid the latch and stepped as far as I could to the side in order to avoid anyone else catching a glimpse of me.

Hannah strutted in, giving my topless form an annoyed look before considering the idea that maybe closing the door behind her would be a good idea. Taking her sweet time, she gave the two of us a little privacy again before tossing me a new shirt. “Already bought it for you,” she informed me, “Well, you bought it for you. Go ahead; try it on.”

What? Why- She didn’t think to let me do that before making the purchase? Considering how many options I changed in and out of before, I was skeptical about whether she would approve of this one. But it was already done, and I knew better than to complain.

It took all of one second of examination for me to realize that the top was too small across the board. For my height, for my size, and almost certainly for my chest. Yet Hannah had already told me what to do, and I had agreed to be her servant for the day. Reluctantly pulling the shirt on, I tried my best to take solace in the fact that I’d at least be able to cover with the outfit piece, as clothes were essentially the only way I could do so in Hannah’s presence. Technically, the shirt wasn’t a crop top, but it might as well have been. It was WAY too small, definitely smaller than I thought. The plain tee exposed a substantial portion of my stomach, while flattening my chest in a similar manner to what the maid uniform did yesterday. This was worse, actually. Because while the slutty outfit at least hid my upper form, this shirt squished my boobs back while also blatantly displaying my nipples at the same time.

In short, I would have preferred to put the damp top back on instead.

“Well, what do you think?” Hannah asked, “I figured that one reason you might still be a virgin is because of the way you dress. This should help.”

“But . . . it’s too small,” I weakly protested. It was easily the sluttiest thing I had ever seen on my own body, and she expected me to leave the changing room like this?

She just rolled her eyes. “You’re fine. It’s either that, or go topless. Up to you.” With that, she turned right around and left the stall. This time, with the door wide open.

By this point, I was too desperate to do anything but accept what she had given me. I obviously couldn’t walk around topless, both because it wasn’t allowed as well as the fact that I would die of humiliation and discomfort, and I also couldn’t stay in the changing room. Hannah certainly wasn’t going to wait on me for very long, and I had no means of communicating with her if she decided to abandon me here with nothing but the skimpy outfit I was wearing.

So, ignoring the knot in my stomach and the flush on my cheeks, I hesitantly followed Hannah back out to the main area.

I could only pray this mall trip was almost over. And that Hannah didn’t have any other casually wicked plans for me while we were out . . .

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