The Housekeeper, Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Jess
At some level, I knew that what I was wearing wasn’t the end of the world. Plenty of girls wore skimpy outfits in public these days, from crop tops to short shorts and everything in between. The difference is, those girls left the house after dressing themselves, no doubt aiming to look both attractive and put together. I didn’t feel like either of those things in the top Hannah had picked out for me, and was worried with every step that people would be staring at my nipples. Since I was stuck hauling all of Hannah’s purchases, there wasn’t much I could do to cover, either.
She led me through the mall at her usual brisk pace. I did the best I could to keep up, barely able to do so with the weight of the shopping bags. We ended up in a tanning salon, which I barely even recognized until I followed her into the place. Hannah told me to sit and wait, and she went up to speak with the girl at the front desk. A minute later, she was swiping my card and then coming back over to me. “Okay, Jessie. Time to fix that super pale skin of yours.”
Wait, what? This appointment was for me, and not for her? “Umm . . . ” I nervously muttered, glancing between her and the salon around us, “I don’t think . . . ”
“What, you think I need this place?” Hannah scoffed, “I’m plenty tan already, and I have a fucking pool to lounge by all summer while you clean my house and bring me my drinks. Plus you said you’d be my obedient servant all day. I’d hate for you to fail now after being such a good girl so far. Mostly.”
“Yeah, but-”
“But nothing. You’re so fucking pale. Come on, this is our last stop. The sooner you get in there, the sooner we can leave.”
I tried to voice my concerns one or two more times, only to end up being cut off. Even though this was something a lot more permanent than everything else Hannah had put me through so far, she was technically right. Though I had never imagined something like this when I reluctantly agreed to be obedient so far, that didn’t change the fact that I had said it. And I was admittedly tempted by her point about this being the end of our mall trip. Thanks to what I was wearing, I very much wanted to get out of the public eye, which both a sunbed salon and Hannah’s car achieved. And, of course, I was still quite easily intimidated by the girl, which made it difficult as always to stand up for myself.
Before I knew it, we were being escorted to one of the private rooms. The second Hannah and I were alone again, she demanded that I strip off my remaining clothes and climb inside. As much as I disliked being naked in front of other people, Hannah had already seen everything there was to see. At this point, any protests of mine would just be wasting time and making things more difficult for myself, so I took off Hannah’s shorts and the skimpy top I had bought for myself via the card in the blonde’s hand a few minutes ago, all under the watchful gaze of Hannah.
I had only ever done this once for a spring break trip, and it really hadn’t been worth the money. Because Hannah was right–I was pretty pale, and I had been nervous back then that everyone I knew would judge me for being noticeably tan the next time they saw me. So I had done the lightest setting for a pretty short length of time.
With Hannah, I wasn’t in control in the slightest. Rather than managing the settings myself, or letting me watch, she waited until I was lying down before making her selections. The soft beeps of the machine did nothing to inform me of what she was choosing. Apparently, there was a music option. When she was done with everything else, Hannah played the sound of a babbling brook, and proceeded to increase the volume by a few clicks.
“Don’t move a muscle, Virgin,” she said, “The bed will open when your session is done.”
Then she was gone. Or maybe she was just being quiet, and standing around texting to make sure I didn’t immediately get out. As if I was confident enough to do that; I had no idea how to operate the machine, and maybe it wasn’t as simple as pushing up on the metal. Either way, I was more or less alone with my thoughts in the solitude of the tanning bed.
The very first thing that crossed my mind was that I had applied lotion for the other appointment. ‘Should I have . . . ?‘ There was nothing I could do about it now. I just had to hope the lack of protection would be fine. And then there was the sound of running water, which did nothing to alleviate the pressure in my bladder. I somehow managed to hold it in until the cycle finished, though it was getting impossible to ignore now that I had been suppressing the need again and again whenever I felt it.
I stepped out of the sunbed and hurried over to the closest mirror. Gasping in horror, I could see right away that my worries were justified. My entire body was slightly burnt from the high intensity, prolonged exposure, lack of lotion, etc. It would take days for this to tan out, and that was a best case scenario. Based on former burning experiences, I could just end up with peeling skin and ultimately no tan to show for it when all was said and done. Either way, Hannah had found a way to make being naked even more embarrassing; my boobs were particularly rosy, which would certainly not go unnoticed.
Amazingly, Hannah had left my clothes sitting nearby. I quickly got dressed and reunited with her in the lobby, blushing right away when she gave me a onceover followed by a knowing smirk. She had done this on purpose! It wasn’t that much of a surprise, but still. Was there no limit to her actions where I was involved? Obviously she did need someone to keep an eye on her and somehow reform her casually cruel behavior.
I definitely wasn’t the girl for the job.
True to her word, this ended up being the last stop. One final humiliation for me, as I was now walking around with an unattractive burn on top of how pretty much anyone glancing our way would see the exact shape of my chest in the crop top. I carried all of Hannah’s shopping like usual, all the way back to the initial store where we had to wait another minute or two for the valet to return with her car.
“Clothes in the trunk, Virgin.” Not bothering to confirm that I was obeying, as she could easily assume at this point, Hannah got in the driver’s seat and settled in.
I knew better than to keep her waiting. Quickly yet neatly arranging all the bags in the trunk, I climbed in the back seat like before. On the way to the mall, I hadn’t loved being relegated to the back when it made way more sense for two girls our age to sit up front together. Now? I was just happy that I could cross my arms over my chest for the first time since buying the new top. My hands were finally free, and I also had the car door to cover if Hannah insisted that I leave them down.
She didn’t seem to notice or care. As we pulled out of the parking lot, she asked without so much as looking at me in the rearview mirror, “Want to stop for food, Jessie?”
In the back of my mind, I was skeptical. After everything I had been put through thus far, there was a good chance that this offer was not as simple as it sounded. Yet I found myself eagerly agreeing anyway. “Yes, Hannah,” I said. For starters, I was starving. The only thing I had eaten all day was the ‘snack’ I was given in the café that morning, which was barely more than a few bites of toast. And stopping somewhere would give me a better chance to use the toilet. Now that I wasn’t hauling Hannah’s bags around, it would hopefully be easier to excuse myself.
What I didn’t account for was that Hannah being part of a wealthy family did exclude her from cheap and easy meals. Rather than taking us to a restaurant, she pulled into a fast food drive-thru. So much for one of my two needs.
Rather than asking me what I wanted, she merely ordered a burger and fries for me, as well as an extra large soft drink. When she was handed the meal, as well as a small bag of fries she got for herself, she placed all the food in the passenger seat. “Here you go, Virgin,” she said, passing me back the enormous drink after removing the lid, “Finish this, and you can eat.”
I hesitantly took the heavy paper cup. The last thing I needed right now was more fluids in my system, but I was well aware that any little movement of the car would threaten a spill since she had taken off the one thing that was supposed to prevent that from happening on the road. I wasn’t sure I had what it took to down the whole drink in my current state, but I quickly took a few big sips to lower the contents to a safer level.
As we got back onto the main road, I was hit more fully by the scents up front. I wasn’t even that into fast food, yet a single whiff in my current state made my stomach growl. Tentatively taking a few more swallows of the carbonated drink in the hopes of working my way through it to earn some much needed food, I had to stop pretty quickly when I felt a renewed pressure below the waist. I had to be at my limit. There was no way I could finish the last two thirds without having an accident in the car.
Just when I was coming to that realization, Hannah slammed on the brakes.
I wasn’t prepared in the slightest. My body jolted forward, only to be abruptly caught by the seat belt. The whiplash caused the mostly full drink to spill down myself, all over my clothes. Gasping and wincing from the cold, as there had been a decent amount of ice in the cup, as well as from how my top was clinging to my chest and the rest of the soda was seeping into my shorts and underwear, I glanced up to find Hannah glaring at me in the mirror.
“Jessie! Are you serious?!” she snapped, “For fuck’s sake. If you’re not going to look after your clothes, you aren’t going to get any. Strip. Right now. And use what’s still dry to wipe up the mess you made.”
“But-”
“NOW. I’m not asking, Virgin. You have about two seconds, or I’m going to pull over and do it myself.”
But- but we were in the car! Being naked at her place was already a lot to handle, even if it was all girls. However, we were on a pretty public road, and Hannah’s car wasn’t particularly tall. Just about anyone at our height or above who happened to glance our way would see, especially if I was drawing attention to myself with the act of stripping. Which is why I knew I had to act as quickly as possible, as I had learned again and again that I was incapable of standing up to the girl I was supposed to be babysitting.
Starting with my shorts and underwear, mostly to keep from flashing my more visible half to anyone on the other side of the car window, I shifted and shimmied as I worked them down. Though Hannah’s shorts were more awkwardly fitting than they were tight, it didn’t change the fact that I was seated and the borrowed clothes were soaked. Thrusting my hips too far forward was a concern as well, so I did my best to keep my ass barely elevated over the leather until I managed to get the wet garments past my thighs. Before settling back down, I used the dry parts of the fabric to wipe at the seat beneath me like Hannah had told me to do.
Unfortunately, a soft drink wasn’t that easy to clean. No matter how thorough I tried to be, the leather was still sticky on my bare ass when I sat down. And after nervously looking left and right towards all the other cars and pedestrians, I tentatively peeled the crop top off my upper half, wincing at how it was clinging to my skin as well as how the exposure made me shiver from the AC that Hannah was blasting just like she had done on the way to the mall.
Fully naked. In the car.
Maybe not a new low, considering how I literally had to use my boobs as a sponge the other night, but certainly a new round of humiliation. I sank down in my seat and curled into a ball as we drove through the busy street, hoping that Hannah wouldn’t yell at me for covering up. There was just no way I could handle sitting properly in the car. Not only was I scared of being seen, but what if someone took a picture or video?! Hannah had a reason to hold onto the leverage she had on me, but a random stranger would have no problem sharing it with friends and the internet alike.
Rather than getting on my case about it, Hannah took pity on me. “Do you want to take the scenic route home, Jessie?” she casually asked.
I nodded right away. “Yes, Hannah.”
I should have known that her intentions were anything but pure. In my desperation to get somewhere more secluded, however, I failed to think about the lessons I had learned about Hannah over the last 24 hours.
We left civilization behind rather quickly. Her house was rather secluded, now that I was thinking about it, so it made sense that she didn’t have to take the main road if she wanted to. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief at the practically nonexistent amount of cars around us, I continued hugging my arms around my knees. I still hated my chest being bared, even if it was just Hannah now, and I was also cold.
Though I hadn’t consumed much of the large drink before spilling it all over myself, I still had to pee quite badly. I had briefly forgotten about the pressing need amidst everything else, but it was my singular focus as Hannah drove us down a number of winding roads. Letting out a tiny squeak as we hit a patch of rough terrain, I barely managed to hold it in. What could I do?! Hannah had been pretty insistent about not allowing me to use her bathrooms earlier. Surely she wasn’t serious, right? As I had wanted to point out at the time, it was impossible to both not use the restroom and not have any more accidents. Honestly, I would be willing to jump out of the car and relieve myself on the side of the road at this point. Yes, the thought of being naked outside was daunting, but there wasn’t a single car within sight at the moment. Plus I could use her car for cover.
Meekly piping up, feeling beyond self conscious from both my state of undress and how the pressure in my bladder was getting unbearable, I said, “ . . . Hannah?”
“No, Virgin. I’m not going to fuck you. Find another lesbian to take your V-card.”
“That’s not-”
“Jessie, shut up. I’m trying to enjoy the scenery.”
I fell silent again, not sure what to do. Thirty seconds later, the decision was out of my hands. The vibrations of another bumpy road proved too much for my body, and I couldn’t hold back a large squirt of pee. “Hannah, please,” I started, but it was too late. No amount of willpower or physical tensing would save me from what I had put off for way, way too long. The faint trickle started up despite my best efforts, quickly shifting into a steady stream as I rapidly emptied my bladder all over the seat.
Since I had unintentionally preempted the accident by getting Hannah’s attention, she noticed what was happening almost right away. Her response? Turning off the music. In the now quiet of the car, there was absolutely no hiding what was happening. If the faint hissing from between my thighs wasn’t enough, it wasn’t long before there was a warm puddle underneath me that created the same audible tinkling noise a toilet made when the water was disrupted.
I was absolutely mortified. Again.
Disgusted, too. At least my last few accidents had been onto the living room floor, and later the cement by the pool. This time, I was literally sitting in my own mess. And apparently, that’s how it was going to be for the rest of the journey.
“I’m not even surprised,” Hannah rolled her eyes, “This is exactly why you don’t deserve boobs like that. You can’t even make it to the bathroom like a mature girl. You haven’t had sex, either.”
I was already blushing from the prolonged accident, but my cheeks turned crimson from her remarks. “I tried-”
“Whatever. Sit still and try not to make an even bigger mess. When we get back to the house, you and I are going to have a talk.”