The Housekeeper, Chapter 28 (First Half)
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.