The Housekeeper, Chapter 32
Chapter 32
As far as I knew, none of these girls were romantically involved with each other. Or intimate, for that matter, in terms of some ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement. If they were, I probably would have seen something, considering how they treated me like I didn’t exist half the time when I was made to do chores while they lived their best summer lives. And, despite all the lesbian talk revolving around my own sexuality, I had no idea if Hannah or her friends liked girls.
None of those answers really mattered. Either way, I was not prepared in the slightest for such casual nudity. Whether this was just to mess with me or something else, the three of them were clearly thoroughly comfortable with each other. It made my own hang-ups about nudity all the more embarrassing, when I was the older and more mature girl.
For the rest of the morning, they stayed just like that. More often than not, they hung out in the room I was doing chores in. When lounging somewhere else, one or more girls would walk through the area I was cleaning or come right up to me to ask a demeaning question. Not once did they seem bothered by the fact that they were naked; by contrast, I felt thoroughly humiliated and to try my absolute hardest not to look. Not because I wanted to look. It was just difficult not to, when I was used to girls wearing clothes around me.
Just before noon, Hannah approached me. I was assuming she was going to demand lunch for herself and the others, until she asked, “How’s the uniform, Jessie?”
SO uncomfortable. I had been itching and scratching for hours, gradually caring less about the cameras as I did so. And Hannah was clearly behind it. I had already come to that conclusion, and her pointed question proved me right. “May I please wear something else, Ms. Hannah?” I asked. If she hadn’t prompted me, there was a good chance I would have never plucked up the courage. I was also worried that the alternative would be cleaning while naked, which is why I phrased my question like that.
Hannah scoffed. “Why do you think I’m talking to you, Virgin? I told you that you were going to make a decision. I’m going to give you five seconds to answer, or I’ll decide for you. Okay?”
“O-okay,” I reluctantly replied. Aside from the tight/skimpy/itchy uniform and the constant nudity of the girls, the ‘important decision’ Hannah had referenced a couple hours ago had been yet another layer of my discomfort. I was well aware that whatever she was about to ask was going to be two bad options, and she was only giving me seconds to figure out which one was preferable before going with the one she considered worse and/or more entertaining for her.
Getting right to it, Hannah said, “Would you rather stay in uniform, and keep working here all day? Or wear something else, and run some errands with Willow and Lillian?”
Sure enough, I wanted to say ‘neither.’ An unknown outfit, and potentially more public humiliation? Last time I went out, I ended up exposed at the beach, horny in a crowded area, and streaking for at least a mile in the woods in order to get back to Hannah’s place. At the same time, getting a break from the cruel blonde was quite tempting, not to mention how unbearable the maid outfit was getting.
“Two seconds,” Hannah warned me.
“Errands!” I blurted out. If anything, my decision was based on taking some time away from Hannah. Hopefully she wouldn’t punish me for choosing her friends over her.
She stayed quiet and unreadable for a few long seconds, making me nervous about that exact fear. Then she said, “Okay. Come with me.” Strutting right past me, she headed towards the stairs.
Very much trained at this point, I obediently followed. It was impossible not to stare at Hannah’s bare ass on the way up to the second floor, when her backside was practically right in my face due to how she was leading. Still, I did my best to avert my gaze, both because I personally felt weird about looking, and I didn’t want her to catch me.
Hannah led me to the bathroom, which was a bit of a surprise. Was she going to let me use the toilet? It was a little crazy that I was looking forward to her giving me back something that she shouldn’t have been able to take away in the first place. Instead, she started the shower. “What the fuck are you doing, Jessica?” she asked, her voice and expression full of judgment, “Strip.”
I hesitated for a split second. While I very much wanted to be out of the itchy uniform, I hadn’t fully thought it through. But then I did as I was told, proving to both myself and Hannah how far I had submitted compared to my first day as her ‘housekeeper.’ Knowing she would yell at me for taking too long, I scrambled to remove the tight dress. While I had made an effort to not stare over the last hour or two, Hannah had no such reservations about watching me as my bare body came into view.
“Don’t you have something to apologize for?” she coldly asked.
Considering my breasts had just been freed from the maid outfit, I knew what she was pushing for. “I’m sorry for my boobs,” I mumbled. At this point, all I could do was internally sigh at how my size was hardly my fault.
“You should be,” Hannah said, “What a waste. It’s not like you’re ever going to find a girl who wants to fuck a pathetic little virgin like you. Now get in the shower before I change my mind and make you use the one outside.” With that, she stepped into the shower herself, which I absolutely didn’t expect. She was inviting me to shower with her?
Turns out, it wasn’t as daunting as I thought. Similar to sharing a bed with her, we weren’t actually doing anything. She simply started washing her hair, ignoring me completely despite how I was behind the fogged glass with her. The only thing that made it overwhelming was that this was my first time doing anything like this, as well as the fear that Hannah would berate me for getting in the way or something. It also kept me rather off balanced. In any other situation like this, there would be something charged or intimate about being fully naked with someone else. And yet, she didn’t express any interest in me whatsoever as she continued bathing herself.
The silver lining was that this was much better than a cold shower by the pool. While Hannah hogged the hot water for the majority of the time, I was allowed to rinse off whenever necessary. Maybe this was progress? Every now and then over the last day or two, Hannah dangled scraps of normalcy over my head, and I took the bait every single time. How could I not, when I was treated so poorly the rest of the time? That was the other crazy part. My humiliating existence as Hannah’s maid was starting to become my new normal, after so many days of living it.
Apparently the shower itself was all the privilege Hannah was going to give me. When she turned off the water and grabbed a towel for herself, I realized that she had no intention of letting me dry off in a similar manner. I was going to have to air dry and/or drip all over the house, depending on how soon she expected me to follow her to wherever she was next leading me.
“Don’t move, Jessie,” Hannah snapped, as soon as I stepped out of the shower.
If I had known she was going to make me just stand there, I would have opted to stay behind the fogged glass for a bit of modesty. I knew it was illogical. She had seen every inch of me, multiple times. But I still felt the impulse to avoid being seen naked by her or her friends.
Hannah brushed her hair out and grabbed a blow dryer, making herself look as perfect as ever between her hair styling and a touch of make-up. She eventually ditched the towel, once again making things awkward for me as I could see both her ass and her chest thanks to the mirror. It helped that I didn’t have my contacts or glasses, though only so much. I could still see, especially things that were closer to me; it was just a strain on my eyes and the constant blur gave me a headache.
I was shivering by the time she was done. The steam in the bathroom was long gone; between the cool tile beneath my feet and the AC that was just as cool as Hannah kept her room in the summer, drying off took a lot longer than it would have taken outside.
Giving me very little warning, Hannah snapped her fingers. “Jessie, come.” Then she abruptly left the bathroom, expecting me to follow.
My body had somewhat dried, but my hair was still quite wet and dripping with every step as Hannah led me back downstairs, to the living room where her friends were lounging on the sofa. They were both fully dressed, when I had braced myself for my casual nudity. It was a relief, kind of. Because I also knew what it looked like for me and Hannah to both be naked after being upstairs together.
“Do you have something for my maid to wear?” Hannah asked, “She’s looking a little bit indecent right now. Probably hoping some girl will fuck her or something if she makes it easy.”
While I winced at the crass way Hannah was talking about me, Willow stood up with a smile. “I brought something she can borrow! Saves me from returning some of the things that didn’t fit from my online shopping. Try these on, Jessie.” She picked up a couple garments from the spot next to her and tossed them towards me.
I didn’t need to be told twice. The sooner I was covered, the better. After barely catching the shorts and tee, both of which looked rather plain for a fashionable girl like Willow, I started with my lower half. As soon as the shorts reached my thighs, I could tell that they were going to be as bad as the swim trunks I had been given for the beach. Worse, really. They were huge on my slender waist, and would probably fall all the way down if I didn’t keep them bunched up with a tight grip.
The white t-shirt was actually a crop top, and was the complete opposite. It was clearly sized for a girl with a way smaller chest than Willow’s. Not only did it squish my breasts as badly as the maid uniform did, it just barely covered them, leaving everything just beneath my chest exposed. And, between the white fabric and the tightness of the top, my nipples were blatantly poking through, to the point where the color was slightly visible.
I couldn’t wear this out of the house! It was an even worse fit than what Hannah had given me the other day. The shorts were one thing; if I absolutely had to, I could hold them up all day. My main concern was my chest. It was borderline public indecency, and mortifying when I was always self conscious when it came to being exposed in any way. Especially where my breasts were concerned.
The protests were on the tip of my tongue. I so badly wanted to express my distaste for the inappropriate outfit. But I knew better.
“Well, Jessie?” Hannah said, “Aren’t you going to thank Willow for buying you new clothes?”
I wasn’t stupid. There was no way she ‘accidentally’ ended up with shorts this big. Maybe the top was actually something that was too small for her. Maybe. Not that it mattered. Regardless of how this ended up being what I was given, submitting to Hannah and her friends was becoming more and more habitual. “Thank you, Ms. Willow,” I said.
“You’re very welcome, Jessie,” Willow smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll reimburse myself soon.”
I didn’t love the sound of that. Was Hannah going to let them use my credit card while we were out? Considering I didn’t know we were going to begin with, my thoughts were running wild with daunting possibilities. I really didn’t want to go to the mall again. Or that courtyard by the beach. Or anywhere with a lot of people, really.
“Ready to go?” Hannah asked her friends, “I need some peace and quiet from my naughty housekeeper. Make sure she doesn’t get in too much trouble, okay?”
“We’ll do our best,” Lillian smirked, “Want her gone all day?”
Hannah shrugged. “Whatever. Just let me know if we need to figure out dinner.”
“Got it,” Willow nodded, “Want to drive with me, Jessie? Or with Lillian?”
Yet another choice that had no safe response when one girl was going to get ‘offended’ no matter which girl I picked. “Umm, I’ll drive with you,” I told Willow, since she was the one asking. Honestly, I was getting rather worried about the outing in general. While Hannah could be quite extreme, her friends had already proven to be casually cruel in their own way. For all I knew, they might care less if I got arrested or stranded somewhere, since I technically wasn’t their problem.
“Rude,” Lillian muttered. That was it. Hopefully.
Willow took hold of my wrist, tugging me towards the door. “We’re wasting daylight, Jessie. Let’s go!”
I wasn’t wearing underwear, which was why ill-fitting shorts made me so nervous. And, as I learned on the way outside, I wasn’t going to be given any footwear. The hot concrete on my bare feet made me wince as Willow dragged me along. She also made me get into the passenger seat while she stayed outside to exchange a few quiet words with Lillian. The car was uncomfortably hot after sitting in the sun all morning; Willow could have at least rolled down a window or started the engine to get the AC running.
Also, why were we taking two cars? I was assuming the three of us had the same destination. With so much else on my mind, I wasn’t about to question something like that. For all I knew, one of the girls had an errand to run and it would be more convenient to have the option to split up.
By the time Willow actually got into the car, I was sweating. And I had just showered. “Ready, Virgin?” Willow asked. She turned the key in the ignition, blasting us with hot air for a minute as it cooled down and taking a minute or two to pick a playlist.
It wasn’t until we were pulling out of the driveway and onto the country road that I noticed that Lillian was behind us in MY car. “What-” I started to say.
“Shush,” Willow said, “Maids are supposed to be quiet and invisible. I’m trying to enjoy my music.”
I parted my lips to say something else, as it felt super wrong to let Lillian drive what was supposed to be mine. Couldn’t she just take her own car? Perhaps the whole point was to make me uncomfortable, or she could be low on gas and not in the mood to stop on the way to wherever we were going. As I had learned with Hannah and her friends, however, it was rarely simple when it came to the games they played with me.
Biting my tongue and trying to not let my thoughts run away with possibilities that would do nothing but make me stress when the end result would be the same either way, I distracted myself by looking around as Willow drove me away from Hannah’s property. If she and/or Lillian did decide to make me streak again, studying the area to the best of my ability wouldn’t hurt.
Our first destination was some house that was twenty or thirty minutes away. For a moment, I assumed we were picking up another one of Hannah’s friends. The look of the place made me reconsider, when the area looked about as middle class as where I had grown up. As far as I knew, Hannah surrounded herself with spoiled brats like herself.
“Do you want to go in with Lillian?” Willow asked, “Or wait here?”
Stay in the car, obviously. The fewer people that saw me like this, the better.
Willow stayed in her seat as well. Even if Lillian had taken her own car, it felt a little wasteful and unnecessary for us to make this stop with her if we didn’t need to be involved at all. She could have just met us wherever we were actually going.
It wasn’t until I noticed what was tucked under the blonde’s arm as she walked towards the door that I realized why I was there to watch. That was my laptop!
Easily glimpsing the look on my face, Willow said, “Don’t worry, Jessie. We wiped the hard drive. Your personal stuff isn’t on there.”
I wasn’t looking for reassurance. Not that kind, anyway. “What is she doing?” I asked, unable to keep quiet upon seeing whatever this was. If anything, the part about the hard drive only made things worse. They deleted all my stuff??
“Oh, we posted some of your things online,” Willow informed me, like it was no big deal, “You need to be able to pay for stuff like your maid uniform and your cleaning supplies. That outfit you’re wearing, too. Anyway, we found someone who was happy to buy your laptop at half price. Isn’t that great?”