The Housekeeper, Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Jess
Another can of alcoholic seltzer wouldn’t do anything from an inebriation standpoint, as it had been ages since the last can I had been pressured to chug. And even if I was drinking more regularly, I’d probably end up staying sober anyway due to how exhausting and humiliating my time with Hannah and her friends was. However, a full twelve ounces of liquid was its own problem. I already needed the restroom, and had expressed as such; drinking more was the opposite of what I should be doing.
And yet, it’s not like I had a choice. I was naked and couldn’t muster up the courage to put my foot down about how I should at least be allowed to cover. Hannah was impossible to argue with, and this was more of the same. Besides, I really didn’t want to get in trouble again. Hannah had been so harsh earlier, and I was also outnumbered with all of her friends here. For all I knew, knocking back a can of seltzer was incredibly tame compared to the unknown alternative.
The time limit didn’t help. Hannah started the clock before I opened the drink, leaving me scrambling to pop the tab. I must have wasted five seconds just getting started, and then there were the same difficulties from the first time around–something cold and bubbly was not easy to drink quickly, and downing fluids when there was already noticeable pressure on my bladder made me incredibly nervous. There was no, no, NO way I was going to wet myself again. Now that it had happened once, they were obviously trying to recreate the circumstances, but I refused to let myself lose any more dignity.
“Ten seconds!” Hannah announced.
I was barely halfway done. Steeling myself as best as I could without having time to take a breath, I started sucking down the drink even more than before. Although I miraculously managed to finish just before the one second mark, as the girls started counting together once Hannah prompted it with ‘five,’ it wasn’t much of a victory. My throat stung from such an aggressive intake of cold, and I felt a bit bloated as well.
Seemingly unimpressed, Hannah said, “Looks like Jessie doesn’t suck at everything. So, Willow. What was that game you were talking about?”
“What? Oh! Musical Statues,” the redhead replied, “Like, instead of chairs, you use your bodies. We all dance, and the last one to freeze when the music stops is out.”
“Fun!” Taylor exclaimed, “Let’s do it. Maybe our little college girl has some moves we don’t know.”
I practically froze in fear. Even under normal circumstances, I was self conscious about my dancing abilities (or lack thereof). But dancing while I was fully nude, and while the majority of those present would be making a point to watch me? I’d rather die. Honestly, I would rather be doing naked chores. I couldn’t believe I was thinking about such a ‘preference’ when I hated being exposed to anyone in general, but anything would be better than this.
Too nervous to directly protest, I tried to get around the issue by suggesting something else, “Shouldn’t I-”
WHACK.
Hannah swiveled my way and her hand cracked across my face. “JESSICA,” She snapped my full name while glaring down at me, “You do not speak unless you are given permission. Seriously. It’s not that fucking difficult.”
That’s all it took. The longer I was under Hannah’s control, the more submissive I was to her. With watery eyes and a stinging cheek, I merely gave a meek nod of affirmation. I was supposed to be in charge of this girl, and yet her parents’ bullshit title for me ended up landing me in this enormous mess. Without my personal possessions, I was totally helpless and unable to assert my own authority. That, and I had no idea how to handle such aggressive confrontation, especially when undressed.
Hannah’s personality shifted, as if her awful chastising of me never happened. “I can DJ,” she said, turning back towards her friends, “I’m synced to the speakers, anyway. Not to mention my amazing music tastes.”
“And your dancing would probably excite the lesbian virgin too much,” Taylor pointed out.
“True,” Hannah smirked, “Maybe Lillian should sit this one out, too?”
“No way!” Lillian whined, “I want to dance. It’s not my problem if little Jessie can’t keep it in her pants.”
“What pants?” Willow giggled.
All I could do was blush and avert my gaze as the girls talked about me as if I wasn’t right in front of them. I was still trying to figure out how I was supposed to dance outside without wearing any clothes, when I was awkward enough at school dances that I got roped into attending with friends.
Of course, Hannah was thinking ahead and took away a possible escape route before I found it myself, “No lame or lazy dancing,” she said, “And no getting out on purpose. If I catch any of you breaking the rules, then there will be hell to pay.” While she didn’t directly call me out, it was obvious that her words were meant for me. “Everyone ready? Find some personal space.”
That was maybe the only break I would be getting. Not having to dance with one of Hannah’s friends. Then again, dancing alone came with its own set of challenges. Without anyone near me to steal the spotlight and partially hide my nonexistent moves, I would have to somehow dance in a way that wasn’t ‘lame’ or ‘lazy,’ whatever that meant to Hannah. Losing intentionally would have been a good idea, too. Unfortunately, Hannah thought of it first.
The other girls got up from their spots and spread out. One or two of them dramatically whined about how they had been comfortable, but it was pretty clear that no one was actually complaining. From what I had seen, they were all confident. Generally, the hot, popular girls were the first ones on the dance floor, and Hannah’s circle of friends all seemed to be that type.
No amount of time in the world would prepare me, although an extra few seconds would have been nice. Hannah started the music, and I was half tempted to simply resign myself to whatever punishment she had in mind. Maybe if this had happened earlier, I would have followed through on that thought. But now? I was way more intimidated by the blonde, and testing her felt like a horrible idea.
I started swaying and idly bouncing, which was no doubt what she considered ‘lazy dancing,’ except there was a reason I was doing it. Instead of trying to magically become a girl who was moderately good at dancing, I took a few seconds to watch her friends and see if I could copy one of them. What I didn’t count on, even though I really should have, was the fact that my braless boobs were going to be a problem. I wasn’t even doing that much, and they were already shifting about and bouncing along with my movements. Embarrassing, yes, but mostly uncomfortable!
“Come on, Jessie. Dance!” Willow exclaimed. She skipped over to me and took both of my hands, then used them to guide my arms backwards and forwards in opposite directions. The sharp movements caused my breasts to bounce around much more erratically, and I also felt a much stronger urge to pee when my legs couldn’t fully stay still in response to how I was being led to dance with the smiling redhead. My cheeks must have been burning as bright as her hair. I had never wanted a bra so badly; it took a conscious effort not to wince at the sensations on my chest, and it certainly didn’t help when Willow stared right down at my bare boobs. “I’m jealous,” she said, “They’re so much bigger than mine!”
It took a lot not to look down. Although she was wearing a bikini, there was plenty of movement on her own chest as well from the way she was dancing with me, and that was before she verbally drew attention to them. Since I wasn’t allowed to speak, I merely kept my eyes up and awkwardly let her tug me this way and that to the music.
That wasn’t enough for her. “You can look, virgin,” Willow said, “How about this? If you ogle me and tell me that you love my boobs, I’ll think about returning those plane tickets I bought earlier. It’s okay, I’m giving you permission to say it.”
That was a tough offer to reject. International flights weren’t cheap, and I still wasn’t sure how simple it would be to get those charges on my credit card reversed. The card had technically been stolen, although I had also been right there while it was used. I also had no idea how that process worked, as I had never had anything falsely charged before. Maybe it would be simpler to have Willow undo the damage herself? Of course, there were all the other purchases, too. Still, it was a start.
The only reason I considered going for it was because Hannah’s music was so loud. No one would hear me saying the mortifying words. As for looking . . . I was already somewhat tuning out any stares by focusing on Willow, anyway. Maybe they wouldn’t notice anything if she and I were dancing face to face. Feeling my face heat up more than before, I forced myself to look down at her cleavage and mutter, “I love your boobs.”
“What was that, Jessie?” she asked, “Speak up.”
As if it wasn’t awkward enough to be led in a shimmy-like dance with the girl, I had to keep staring at her chest now that I had started. “I love your boobs,” I said a little more audibly, after clearing my throat for good measure.
“Louder, babe. Or I’m going to get you in trouble with Hannah.”
“I love your boobs!”
“Louder!!”
The music stopped just as I yelled, “I LOVE YOUR BOOBS.”
Everyone around us froze per the rules of the game, but only from the neck down. They couldn’t hold back their gasps and giggles in response to my piercing proclamation. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Also, Hannah and Willow definitely planned that, but I had no idea how. At the end of the day, it didn’t really matter. Once again, I had embarrassed myself in front of everyone, and made the whole ‘lesbian’ thing more believable as well.
“God, she’s such a slut!” Willow scoffed, “Hannah, can you please control your pet? Believe it or not, virgin, most girls don’t enjoy being ogled. My eyes are up here.”
I gave Willow an incredulous look. Seriously?! Not only was she calling me out for something she compelled me to do in the first place, but I was still baffled about how all of them kept calling me both a virgin and a slut in the same breath. Especially when the latter was paired with the implication that I was a lesbian, which was 100% not the case.
“Sorry, Willow. That’s what you get for playing with a maid who isn’t fully trained yet,” Hannah smirked, “Oh, and you’re out. Jessie stopped moving before you did!”
Willow just shrugged, then slapped my left breast out of nowhere. “Slut. You’re literally getting paid to behave, aren’t you?” With that, she strutted back to her lounge chair.
“Maybe we can start docking her pay each time she fucks up,” Hannah suggested, “Hmm, she’d probably end up in the negatives pretty quickly. How about it, Virgin? Want to start paying me for your services?”
She couldn’t do that, could she? Regardless, I just gave a small shake of my head. Now wasn’t the time to debate, and I wasn’t sure if a question for me counted as being given permission to speak. I was assuming the reason I hadn’t been yelled at for talking about Willow’s boobs was because the whole thing had been orchestrated.
“Then behave,” Hannah said, “Now, who’s ready for Round Two?”
The second time around was similar to the first, where one of Hannah’s friends was quick to invade my personal space and get me to dance with her. She didn’t jostle me as much, although the turns I was being led through made me a little dizzy. I also lost the ability to keep my thighs closer together, and I could already feel the seltzer catching up to me and piling onto the urgent need that had already been present before I came out to the pool area.
While I didn’t need to embarrass myself like before, I still ended up being kept in the game for the same reason. Hannah claimed that the girl dancing with me was the last to freeze, so she was out. I could easily see the trend, but couldn’t call Hannah out without incurring her wrath. She would just call me a liar, or get on my case about speaking out of turn, or any number of things. I was still the naked maid, and she was still the girl in charge of me despite what my role at her house was actually supposed to be.
Between Round Three and Round Four is when I tried to give Hannah a desperate look. I really, really needed to go. It didn’t help that I had made several attempts to go back inside, which I’m sure subconsciously signaled my body a few times that it was time to go. Circling back numerous times to deliver drinks had been tough enough, but it felt like I was near my breaking point now that I couldn’t stay still for very long.
Hannah didn’t appear to register my look, or maybe she was just ignoring it. She simply skipped to the next song on her phone.
Taylor stepped up to take a turn with me, although we didn’t get too far. The second my legs were separated from one of her gestures that shifted me sideways, I couldn’t hold it back any more. Gasping as I felt the floodgates open for the second time in a single day, I started peeing and was completely unable to hold it back.
My ‘dance partner’ noticed immediately. “Jessie!” she exclaimed. Shoving my backwards while stepping away herself, Taylor shouted, “Oh my God, she’s peeing!”
At that, Hannah stopped the music, which made things a thousand times worse. Suddenly everyone was staring at me now that Taylor drew attention to my ongoing accident, and the sound of my urine splashing on the concrete below me. No one said a single word, although a couple of them took out their phones. My hands reflexively twitched, as I knew deep down that I should be trying to cover myself up. The thing was, I had been trained. After just half a day, I felt the need to keep my arms down despite the fact that I was being filmed. Even though I was naked. Even though I was wetting myself.
Although I was being obedient about that particular directive, Hannah snapped at me anyway. “What the fuck, Jessica?” She stormed over until she was a few feet in front of me, no doubt because she didn’t want her bare feet to be in the splash zone. “I gave you permission to use the bathroom, and you chose to wet yourself instead?! You’re not doing this on purpose, are you?”
“N-no!” I protested. It felt so weird to talk while I was still mid-stream, but I couldn’t stop the ongoing accident now that it had started. I had waited too long to use the bathroom, and now I was paying the price. Again. While I knew that it was mostly Hannah’s fault, it was impossible to not blame myself. I was a young adult, and more than capable of making it to the toilet. Maybe I should have been more vocal about my needs, even if Hannah had stripped away my ability to speak as easily as she had taken my clothes? I was too flustered to think straight, especially when Hannah was yelling at me.
“So you’re having another accident?” she suggested, now that I had denied the alternative, “You know what, Jessie? I’m done. If you’re not going to use the bathroom when you’re told, you don’t get the privilege. From now on, those doors are staying locked.
Her words didn’t process right away, probably because I was too distracted by the fact that I was literally peeing myself in front of her and all of her friends. When the embarrassingly long stream faded to a trickle, however, it finally hit me. But- but that didn’t make any sense. How was I supposed to . . . “Hannah, please-”
“Hannah, nothing,” she calmly replied, “And you better not wet yourself again, either. You’re going to be in major trouble if you do. Now, what do you say?”
It took me even longer to put together the additional command. This was just like when she was shouting at me about the size of my breasts. It didn’t make any sense! I didn’t choose my body or anything, so how could she be mad at something like that? Now I wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom, but also wasn’t allowed to wet myself? What did Hannah expect me to do? Just hold my bladder for six weeks?!
Lillian spoke up. “Yes, Hannah! Remember, Virgin? That’s what you say whenever your owner tells you what to do.”
My what?
“That’s right, pet,” Hannah nodded, “From here on out, your bathroom privileges have been revoked. Yes?”
“But-”
WHACK.
“Your bathroom privileges have been revoked. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Hannah.” I had never felt so defeated in my life. Stripped and humiliated in front of so many girls, and completely powerless to fight back. And if Hannah meant it, what was I supposed to do when I needed to use the restroom? I’d have to find out later, as I obviously didn’t need to go any more.
“Good girl. Now, go get your cleaning supplies and take care of this mess. Are you listening, Jessie? I said now.”
Hannah
It made a lot more sense for my friends to stay.
We had sleepovers all the time, especially when we were drinking. Although we were rich enough to afford it, it was kind of dumb to order a ride home only to turn around and do the same thing the following morning to get our cars when we were sober. Besides, power in numbers didn’t hurt at the moment. Until little Jess was truly trained and broken, it would be a lot more difficult for her to fight back when I wasn’t the only girl she had to deal with.
And yet, I still wanted to send my friends home. For now. While all of them seemed to be amused by Jessica’s first accident, no doubt because of the shock value, I could tell that a couple of them felt a little awkward the second time around. Only a few of us really enjoyed being cruel to the girls that deserved it, which meant I would need to be selective moving forward. Willow and Lillian? Definitely keepers. Taylor? Possibly. She was good at embarrassing girls sexually, but I wasn’t sure how she would fare when it came to utterly destroying my babysitter.
I’d have to sleep on it. Plus I couldn’t send most of my friends home while telling a few of them to stay. Being leader was a tricky game. They would all do my bidding because I had proved time and time again that listening to me yielded positive results, and crossing me was a huge mistake. Playing favorites, however, was a surefire way to sew mistrust.
Most importantly, I could truly be myself if none of them were present. No holds barred, which sounded all kinds of fun now that Jess was being more obedient. I saw the fear in her eyes earlier, and I had already seen through some trial and error that it didn’t take much to stoke that emotion now that I had shown her what I was capable of.
Once Jessica had cleaned up outside, giving everyone one last little show as she both squatted and bent over as I dictated the ‘correct’ way to clean, I sent her inside to continue her job from forever ago. She still had plenty of work to do in the kitchen, considering how many times we dragged her away to wait on us. And while she was distracted, I would send my friends home. That way, they could still serve as a background threat despite not actually being present.
It wasn’t difficult. I just lied and said that one of my parents’ colleagues was swinging by the house tomorrow morning to ‘collect some files.’ Or, in other words, to check on me and my new ‘housekeeper.’ It was a plausible enough story, and my friends had seen with their own eyes how well trained Jessica already was. With all of her possessions confiscated, as well as the collection of blackmail my girlfriends would send me, they fully believed that I could pressure my short babysitter to temporarily get dressed and play the role without giving anything away. But if a bunch of cars were in the driveway, and someone saw that I had a friend over the first night I was left on my own? Way more suspicious.
None of the girls questioned it, not even the few that knew me better. It made perfect logical sense, and it didn’t take long for all of them to clear out. We only had to order two rides, as they could share, and the waiting time was just enough for those still in bikinis to get dressed and slip out the side door. I made sure that each and every one of them took a couple empty drinks in. Not to help Jess, but to keep adding to her job while making sure she didn’t leave the kitchen at the same time.
Finally, when it was just the two of us, I stepped into the kitchen. Crazy enough, she was almost done making the room sparkle. Almost as if committing to a chore made her more efficient. But I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “What’s left? You may answer, Virgin,” I said. Anyone else might have taken pity on her. She looked so beaten down, and almost numb to the fact that she was washing the last few dishes while naked. But Jess deserved it. Thinking she had the right to tell me what to do in my own house, and walking around with curves like that? Bullshit.
“Just the counters,” she replied. If the brunette noticed how quiet it was without my friends here, she didn’t mention it. Good. Docile and obedient was a much better look on her.
I was about to say something when I heard her stomach rumble. Interesting. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that my friends and I had been snacking all evening, but Jess hadn’t had a single bite since arriving on my doorstep. And she probably hadn’t eaten for a while before then, either. Maybe since lunch? Fluids certainly weren’t enough to stave off hunger, and the audible growl was enough to inform me that the long day was catching up to her in that regard. And yet, I was willing to bet that she was too scared of me to ask permission for something like that when she still had work to do.
“Good. Now hush. If you talk back, I’m going to slap you again,” I said, getting right to the point. Nurturing that fear, while also getting ahead of a potential response to my next fun idea, “When you’re done with the dishes, put the sponge down. You’re going to scrub the counters with your boobs.”
The look on her face was priceless. It definitely took a few seconds for her to register the full implication of my demand. Not surprising, considering how outlandish the task must have sounded to someone who wasn’t prepared for it. Thanks to my reminder, she managed not to speak, although her lips temporarily parted like she wanted to.
I wonder if she even realized how conditioned she was at this point. That was the funny thing about blackmail. That kind of compliance only came in short bursts, and eventually faded to the background. The rest? I was no psychologist, but I had witnessed countless girls falling into the habit of obeying me simply because it became the norm. With fewer and fewer reminders of why they were doing as they were told. Apparently it worked on college girls, too, when they were given the proper motivation.
Not relenting, but at least clarifying in case she was too confused and taken aback by what I was telling her to do, I said, “You heard me. Put the soap on your boobs and rub it around, Jessie. I want to see bubbles. Do I really have to spell this out for you?”
It must have finally computed, at least to the point where she reluctantly reached for the bottle of dish soap. I kept a straight face, but I knew why she was so hesitant. The majority of her evening had been ‘naked chores.’ While the total lack of clothes was obviously embarrassing for her, the tasks themselves were mundane, and she had probably done most of them before. This, however, was brand new and would be amusingly uncomfortable for her. Not only did it draw attention to her bareness, especially her sizable rack, but it also tested her obedience. If she would do this for me with no outward argument, how else would she bend to my will?
I had so many plans for the girl, most of which were coming to me out of nowhere and bouncing around my mind with the ones that already existed up there. This was all brand new territory for me, as I normally had limited time with the average target. On top of that, most of those targets didn’t irritate me as much as Jess did.
First, I would relish every second of her bending over and scrubbing down every inch of every counter with her breasts. And oh, I would make sure she was thorough.
As for the rest of the evening, all I knew was that she wouldn’t be going to bed until I was sure she was well and truly broken.