The Housekeeper, Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Before I knew it, Lillian was at the door and taking a handful of cash from the girl who had greeted her. Just like that, she handed over my laptop like it was hers to give. After another five or ten seconds of smalltalk, during which I sat dumbfounded in Willow’s car, Lillian walked away. She blew me a kiss on the way back to my car, though the teasing gesture could have just as easily been meant for Willow.
Then we were driving away, presumably never to see that girl again. I hadn’t caught the address and, even if I had, would I be able to do anything with it? Provided I could get enough of a break from Hannah to make the drive, I’d have to convince some girl I never met that the wiped laptop she had purchased was actually mine. And I’d have to pay her back just shy of a thousand dollars to get it back.
Apparently getting there, or anywhere else, was going to be more difficult than I had been thinking about as Willow hummed along to the radio without a care in the world.
At our next stop, somewhat nearby, Lillian got out again and had a longer conversation with a young adult couple. I watched from afar, tempted to jump out of the car and stop whatever was happening. Was she selling my phone? My ereader? My somewhat nice headphones? Aside from my laptop, those were really the only things of value I had brought with me for the summer. Between my humiliating outfit, as well as how I had learned time and time again that I would be punished any time I strayed from the commands Hannah and her friends gave me, I simply watched the transaction from the curb.
To my surprise, Lillian got into Willow’s car when she was done. In the back seat, surprisingly enough, letting me stay in the passenger seat. A little unusual, considering how the rich brats normally behaved around me.
“All good?” Willow asked. She started driving away, further surprising me when we had been driving around with two cars up until now.
Unless- My eyes widened as my little sedan got smaller in the rearview mirror. “Lillian!” I exclaimed, “That’s my-”
“Jessie!” Lillian snapped, cutting me off, “That’s Ms. Lillian to you. And that piece of junk was taking up space in Hannah’s driveway. It was an eyesore, too. Besides, you don’t really need your own car this summer.”
But it wasn’t just about the summer! That’s literally how I got around, both at school and otherwise. How was I supposed to afford a new vehicle? While this ‘housekeeper’ job was theoretically lucrative, I’d probably end up using most of my earnings to pay off the debt Hannah was racking up. Not to mention how I was still dealing with tuition. Also, putting aside everything else, how was it possibly okay for the girls to SELL my CAR?!
And how was that even possible? The vehicle in my name, and it would hardly be as simple as handing over a laptop. Then again, the girls had had access to all my belongings for several days now. Perhaps it had taken them this long to sort out all the details required for everything they wanted to do on this trip. Although did the details really matter? What was most important was how we were leaving my car behind, in the hands of a couple who had just purchased it from Lillian.
The craziest part was that even something like this wasn’t enough to fully shake me from my docile/obedient state. Internally, I was a lot more overwhelmed than I had been lately, but I couldn’t bring myself to freak out on the girls. A simple harsh tone from Lillian was all that it had taken for me to remember that I wasn’t supposed to argue no matter how far they took things.
“But- That’s not-” My voice was quieter the second time around as I scrambled to find the words. In my head, they were perfectly clear. Despite the audacity of this latest act, however, I still couldn’t bring myself to actually have a spine.
“Shush, Jessie,” Willow said. She turned up the radio and rolled down the windows for good measure, making it so speaking up would both go against her directive and require being loud enough to be heard over all that.
I opened my mouth once or twice, feeling like I should say something. Anything. Instead, I quietly settled into the despair of what had just been taken from me. I was still holding onto the shred of hope that all of this was just posturing. That Hannah hadn’t really used my credit card for all those excessive online purchases and our trip to the mall. That this thing with my car was just a trick, and they were just leaving it parked on the curb to freak me out. Except I had no way of knowing whether or not that was the case.
The last stop we made was to a thrift store, where Lillian opened the trunk and pulled out my suitcase. I recognized it right away as she wheeled it towards the side door where they took donations, and Willow cheerily informed me that most of my clothes weren’t worth selling; Hannah was better off getting a small tax break from giving away everything I had packed for the summer. According to Willow, Hannah and her friends couldn’t be seen with a girl wearing cheap outfits.
. . . As if wearing ill-fitting clothes in public was a better alternative.
Willow and Lillian decided to celebrate their successful ‘financial ventures’ by treating themselves to an extravagant lunch at a five star restaurant. It was a miracle we were even allowed to eat there, when the hostess saw my nearly see-through top and how I had to keep a tight grip on the shorts to keep them from falling down. Of course, she was willing to turn a blind eye when Lillian slipped her some cash, and was able to find us an outdoor table that was mostly tucked out of sight.
Similar to how often Hannah casually starved me, the duo ordered themselves several appetizers to share while only letting me have a large soda. I quietly sat there and sipped from the drink as they enjoyed their food and gossiped as if I didn’t exist, mostly talking about people I didn’t know save for the one or two familiar names from that night where Hannah had so many girls over.
All the while, I was looking ahead to the end of summer. That was an eternity away, with how long each day felt, but still. What was going to happen on my last day? Was I going to have a chance to meet Hannah’s parents and tell them all about how awful their daughter was? Or was the young blonde just going to ship me back to campus and let me deal with the fallout of everything she and her friends did at my expense? I had no idea what to expect by then, nor was it something I could really be worrying about when there was already so much to deal with in the present.
“So. Virgin.” Eventually, Lillian decided to include me. Not that it was necessary; at this point, I preferred to fade into the background whenever possible, since having the spotlight on me never seemed to end well. This was yet another example of that. “Have you done anything with another girl? Been groped? Fingered?”
“Had your ass grabbed or something during a kiss?” Willow suggested.
I could feel my cheeks burning within seconds. Not only was I incredibly inexperienced, to the point where I hadn’t really done anything beyond first base, but I was straight! The lesbian spin only made this worse, when I already felt awkward talking about something so personal.
Lillian scoffed at my silence and inability to make eye contact. “Guess not. And toys don’t count, so your orgasm the other day wasn’t your ‘first time.’ Maybe Hannah could take care of that for you. A reward for good behavior, or whatever?”
“Doubt it,” Willow said, “Just because she likes screwing with girls doesn’t mean that she wants to screw them.”
“Hmm,” Lillian pushed her plate aside, saving room for the two expensive entrees she and Willow had decided to each try half of, “Maybe Jessie could have a different kind of reward. She has been decently well behaved today.”
After shooting me an amused look, Lillian leaned over and whispered something in Willow’s ear.
Willow smiled and nodded, glancing at me in a similar manner.
The girls asked our waitress for some boxes, as they had ordered way more than they could eat, mentioning how Hannah would probably enjoy some of this. Especially with a maid who would prepare and serve it properly later. As teased earlier, they paid with some of the cash my laptop had been sold for, sweetly thanking me for the lovely meal. As if it had been my decision to treat them like this, when I hadn’t had a single bite.
My stomach started rumbling as soon as we stood up. Yes, I was well aware that I had just gone to lunch and not eaten anything. All the loud noise really achieved was making Willow and Lillian giggle as they handed me the stack of boxes to carry back to the car.
Barely making it to the parking lot without my shorts falling down, since holding them up wasn’t nearly as simple when I didn’t have my hands free, I was then told to open the door for both girls before getting into the back seat. Similar to lunch, they both ignored me as soon as we started driving. Alternating between talking about future summer plans and singing along to the radio, they didn’t seem to notice how I squirmed here and there as I felt a familiar pressure on my bladder from the large soda I had at lunch.
We ended up at a massage parlor. Upon seeing it, my immediate assumption was that I was going to have to just sit there while the two of them got pampered. Maybe I’d be able to sneak off to the bathroom, provided they were thoroughly relaxed at some point during the process.
Turns out, it was the exact opposite of what I expected.
“Janine!” Lillian exclaimed, greeting the young woman behind the desk.
“Hey, Lillian,” Janine smiled, “Heard my sister got an invite to something at Hannah’s place the other night. Forget to text me?”
“It was just a bunch of girls from our grade. Nothing too crazy! Besides, blame Hannah. She was the one who texted everyone.”
“Mm hmm. Sounds like you owe me one. Well, owe me two. Is this the girl?”
“This is her,” Lillian said, “Her name is Jessie. We also call her ‘Virgin’ sometimes. Because, you know.”
Janine nodded. “That’s cute. Well, Virgin? Are you ready?”
Ready for what? I looked at Lillian, realizing as I did that I was literally waiting for permission to speak. That’s how far I had fallen as Hannah’s obedient maid/housekeeper.
“She’s ready,” Lillian answered for me, “Lead the way, Janine.”
“Follow me.” She walked us down a nearby hallway to a room at the end. Upon entering, it was impossible to miss the massage table in the center. “Go ahead and strip down, Virgin,” she said.
“All the way down,” Willow insisted, “This is your treat for being so well behaved today.”
Naturally, I hesitated. Wasn’t I supposed to be given a towel or something? I had never gotten a professional massage before, though I was pretty sure it was supposed to be about covering or not covering to one’s comfort level. Reminding myself that Janine saw various levels of exposure all day with a job like this, and the other girls had seen me naked several times by now, I reluctantly gripped the hem of the tight top and began peeling it off.
I made it to the base of my breasts before nervously pausing. Why were Willow and Lillian still here? It didn’t make a lot of sense for them to hang around for something that was supposed to be private. Then again, Lillian and Janine seemed to be friends, and I had no idea what had been communicated before our arrival.
“What are you waiting for, Jessie?” Lillian asked, “Your time has already started.”
“She can take as long as she wants,” Janine chuckled, “Just make sure I get paid for it.”
“It’s her money,” Willow shrugged, “Although I doubt Hannah will be happy if we’re gone longer than she expects.”
It was embarrassingly effective. Just invoking the cruel blonde’s name was enough to get me moving. Not voicing any of the questions or meek protests that were running through my head, I turned away slightly and pulled the white crop top the rest of the way up. The thin fabric had partially been acting as a bra due to how snug the fit was; now, I was back to being fully topless with no support.
“Shorts, too,” Lillian said, “Then lie down on your back.”
My back? Literally everything I had been told to do since walking in the door had been the opposite of my expectations. While lying on my stomach would leave my bare backside on display, at least most of my private areas would be covered. Instead, after taking off my shorts–or, more accurately, fully letting go of them for the first time–I sat down on the massage table, slowly and carefully adjusting to avoid flashing anyone present as I lay down.
No one snapped at me about covering like Hannah usually did at the house, though it didn’t take long for Janine to instruct me to position myself with my hands at my sides so she could get started. I couldn’t help but blush as I did so, baring my breasts to everyone present while shifting my thighs in an attempt to maintain just a little bit of modesty. I also felt super bloated from all the fluids I had been given since waking up, which made me feel even more self conscious than simply being naked.
Though Janine had adopted the nickname ‘Virgin’ right away, she otherwise acted professional about all of this. It helped a little bit, especially when she told me to close my eyes and relax. At least I wouldn’t have to see Willow and Lillian, even though I knew that they were there.
She started working on my shoulders. It felt good, and was surprisingly relaxing; I had only ever received an informal massage from a girl standing behind me, so I hadn’t anticipated something from the opposite angle being as nice.
However, it didn’t take long before her hands were kneading just below my shoulders and slowly approaching my upper curves.
I shivered when I felt her fingertips actually brush the tops of my breasts. More out of nervousness than anything else. The massage room was rather warm, and my persistent blush added another layer of heat I was dealing with after coming in from the summer day. And yet, my body involuntarily twitched here and there as Janine gently circled the new area with her fingers.
“Relax, Jessie,” she reminded me, “Is this your first full body massage?”
All I could do was give a meek nod. Rationally, I knew that this was completely routine for her. But she was about to be touching my bare chest for real. Not technically a first, since Hannah’s friends had thoroughly felt up my body the other night, though it was still more intimate than I was used to being with anyone. Kind of a dumb thought, when I was a straight girl, and this was completely one-sided.
“That’s okay,” Janine said. Now that she was working, she had a more calm demeanor than during our initial interaction. “Just hold still for me, okay. This should feel good.” With that, she glided her hands down and gently gripped both of my breasts, giving me a firm squeeze.
I sharply inhaled both in surprise and with the slightest hint of pressure. For whatever reason, I hadn’t been expecting her to actually grope me. Doing that to my shoulders was one thing; my chest was a lot more sensitive.
“How does that feel, Jessie?” the young masseuse asked. While her voice was gentle, I could easily hear the muffled giggles of the other two girls.
Blushing furiously, from both the squeeze and how her hands were currently resting on my bare breasts, I replied in what was barely a whisper, “F-fine . . . ” Maybe it was the shred of dignity I had left, or perhaps not wanting to risk Lillian or Willow yelling at me. Regardless, I couldn’t bring myself to sit up or try to tell Janine that we could skip this part of the massage.
After the brief check-in, she began exploring my breasts for real. More squeezing, kneading, brushing, and everything in between. She was a quick study, too. Within thirty seconds, she had figured out which movements got the best reactions and began rotating through those, eventually tweaking my nipples with her thumbs.
It didn’t take long at all before I ended up being unintentionally aroused, which was such a juxtaposition to my hunger and my need to use the bathroom.
Janine didn’t stop until my breathing was noticeably shallow. Then, after one last squeeze, she ran her hands over my abdomen a few times before gliding down towards my thighs. “Lillian tells me you’re a lesbian,” she murmured, kneading the upper muscles on my left leg, “Don’t worry, you’re not my first. I know what I’m doing.”
Off to the side, Lillian scoffed and fake-whispered to Willow, “Yeah, but you’re her first.”