The Housekeeper, Chapter 29
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.”