The Housekeeper, Chapter 34
Chapter 34
At first, I didn’t process what Janine meant. Even with Lillian’s tease.
The massage did feel good. It would have been better if there wasn’t an audience to my nudity, or the occasionally exhale or quiet grunt as the young masseuse worked on a sore spot, but still. Janine gradually made her way down from my thighs to my feet on each leg, expertly kneading my muscles and the knots she found along the way. After days of being Hannah’s ‘housekeeper,’ something like this was actually a really good way to refresh my body.
Janine gave me a brief foot massage when she made it all the way down. My soles were particularly sore from how often I had been on my feet while serving Hannah. I frowned in disappointment when Janine only stayed there for a minute or two before tracing her hands back up my legs. “Everything okay, Jessie?” she quietly asked, clearly catching the look on my face. Without waiting for me to respond, she continued gliding upwards with her hands until one of them gently cupped my crotch.
I sharply inhaled in surprise, eyes widening at her presence down there. She wasn’t actually doing anything aside from resting her hand on my most private area. Even so, I squirmed slightly at how another girl was touching me down there, when I was only used to my own hand between my thighs. I also hadn’t pleasured myself once since arriving at Hannah’s place; between how busy she kept me, as well as how I was sleeping in her room every night, I had never once felt the urge.
“Breathe, Jessie,” Janine said, “You want to feel good, don’t you?”
“She doesn’t deserve to feel good,” Willow muttered. I could practically hear the eye roll in her voice, “Maybe she should get up and I should have a turn. My shoulders could use some work.”
“N-no . . . ” I muttered. Wincing when I realized I just pushed back against one of Lillian’s friends, knowing full well that something like that could lead to me being punished, I quickly closed my eyes again as if not seeing them in my peripherals meant they weren’t there. Addressing Janine again, acting as if that’s who I was talking to, I said, “No, I do,” I said, “Want to, umm- Want to feel good, I mean.”
Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Would a professional massage establishment like this offer the whole ‘happy ending’ thing? For all I knew, this would just be Janine gently rubbing me down there or something. Still more intimate than I was comfortable with, between my awkwardness around nudity and how I had never done something like this before, though I couldn’t deny that I had enjoyed the massage thus far. Janine knew what she was doing.
I had already forgotten Lillian’s recent words, as well as the fact that she and Janine were friends.
Janine shifted her hand, tracing up my slit with two of her fingers. “Breathe, Jessie,” she reminded me.
Right. I definitely wasn’t breathing as she teased my womanhood like that. The reminder only helped so much, as I tensed up again when she rubbed a small circle over my clit from the outside. Shivering in both nervousness and the slightest bit of pleasure, I flushed as I felt my breasts shift in response to the physical reaction.
Still getting me used to her touch, Janine kept things light for the next minute or two. She tried various patterns over my outer lips, softly rubbing and circling to figure out what worked best. My blush darkened as I felt myself eventually dampen against her touch. I never got very wet down there, but there was always enough to inform me that I was turned on. As if I couldn’t feel the subtle warmth of pleasure without that. All this was doing was letting Janine know that this was affecting me differently than the rest of the massage.
I completely lost track of time as she idly worked me with her fingers. Eventually, when she gave a particularly effective rub to my clit, I let out a moan-like sigh that I attempted to hold back well after it had started.
Lillian scoffed. “Slut.”
“Totally,” Willow agreed, “How pathetic can you be?”
“It’s okay, Jessie,” Janine murmured. For a moment, it sounded like she was going to reassure me, and/or defend me against the two girls who were present for the nude massage. “It’s okay to be pathetic,” she said, “A pathetic lesbian. A pathetic virgin.”
“A pathetic slut with big tits?” Lillian teased.
All the while, Janine continued teasing me with her fingers. My cheeks must have been bright red, as I could feel them radiating heat. The old Jess, the one who arrived on that first day as Hannah’s babysitter, would have had a lot to say about all those insults. But I was both flustered and confused by how my body had been first relaxed and then warmed up by Janine. I still didn’t like being spoken to like that, yet I found myself speechless as the three of them casually degraded me.
Ever since cupping my crotch, Janine’s other hand had simply been resting on my hip. Now, she moved it to my abdomen. Pausing her movements between my thighs, she started massaging me above the waist instead. “You’re pretty bloated, Jessie. Did you come here right from lunch?”
My body answered for me. In response to the way she was rubbing my stomach with her hand, and perhaps the reminder that I had sat through the recent meal without a bite to eat, it let out a loud growl of hunger. I was also hit with the urge to pee, which had been suppressed by the distraction of the massage parlor and everything that followed. It didn’t help that my body was more relaxed than before, though I was also back to being a little tense and self conscious ever since the more intimate part of the massage began.
“Jessie, you need to hold still,” Janine said, “Your feet are twitching. Your boobs are bouncing. Do you need to pee or something?”
I was this close to opening my eyes. How much had Lillian told her? As for her comments about my body, I wasn’t squirming that much. There was no way ‘bouncing’ was the right word, though I knew that they were moving to some degree thanks to how I was lying on my back without a bra. Doing as I was told, mostly since I didn’t need to give the girls more excuses to taunt me, I tried my best to relax as Janine continued massaging my abdomen.
At some point, she began pushing down on my bladder, rubbing in that same circular way I had grown accustomed to. The difference being, of course, was that I was desperate for the bathroom all over again now that I was thinking about it, as well as how I hadn’t relieved myself all day so far. I really, really didn’t want to wet myself on the massage table.
Eventually, Janine let up. Her hand began drifting below my waist to meet the one that was still cupping my crotch. It had almost been a tease, not that I had been thinking about it until now. Getting me damp down there, only to barely touch me while focusing on other areas.
“So she’s a slut and a virgin?” Janine asked, as she did a similar upward trace with her fingertips. This time, the soft gesture along my slit made me shakily inhale, as I was a lot more sensitive after being gradually worked up the first time. “How does that work?”
“Oh, you know,” Willow replied, “She’s naked all the time, flaunting those tits of hers. Wants to fuck every pretty girl she meets. But she’s never actually been with anyone. Like Lillian said, you’re her first.”
Janine chuckled. “Well, the first to touch her. She’ll still be a virgin after this.”
“She’ll be a virgin for a while, I’m guessing,” Lillian said.
“Makes sense,” Janine said, “Big boobs will only get you so far.” With that, she pushed her fingers inside of me.
I gasped, not expecting her to penetrate me just like that. The inhale of surprise turned into another little moan when her other hand rubbed my clit from the outside. Unlike the motions on my abdomen, this made me feel more reluctant pleasure than the other urge.
Janine clearly knew what she was doing. She had said as much at the beginning, but I had assumed she was referring to the normal parts of a massage. Although if she knew how to fondle a girl’s chest, it stood to reason that she was just as adept when it came to working other private areas. Within seconds, I was biting back a moan that would have been more audible than the rest. I was used to holding back my sounds, since I had only ever been able to play with myself in my bedroom at home and my dorm room at college. Neither of those settings lended themselves to being more natural with sounds of pleasure.
Calling me out, Janine said, “What are you doing, Jessie? I need to know what feels good. Don’t you want a better massage?”
Did this even count as a massage any more? I wasn’t exactly an expert, since I had never treated myself to the full body experience. I was also in no state to argue, when Hannah and company had been getting me used to being obedient and subservient ever since my arrival.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. The apology slipped out before I could stop it, and the single word was embarrassingly breathy on top of that.
“Just relax, Jessie,” she said, “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
Easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one lying naked without so much as a hand towel to cover the parts of my body she wasn’t currently massaging. As for why I was there, that was more up to Willow and Lillian. Still, I took a breath and attempted to do as I was told. With all that ‘slut’ talk, as well as how all three of the girls present had already seen every inch of me, it was too late to complain about my nudity. That, and every embarrassed reaction I had only added fuel to the fire.
Janine’s fingers were still inside me, and she started exploring the same way she had with the rest of my body. Gradually working her way deeper, repeating the small movements that made me twitch and quietly moan. All the while, her outside hand continued idly rubbing my clit in a way that kept me passively turned on all the while. It was more stimulus than I normally gave myself at one time, yet also more of a tease due to her gentle touch and patient pace.
It felt wrong making sounds of pleasure in the company of others. Despite that, I forced myself to let myself react as naturally as I could, while simultaneously in disbelief and denial that a girl I just met was fingering me. Massage or not, it was overwhelming. Hannah’s friends were right; I was a virgin. But not a lesbian. That made the experience all the more confusing, since Janine clearly knew how to pleasure me anyway.
My moans were rather soft and breathy, which was normally fine. In the quiet room, however, they felt a lot louder than that as Janine expertly worked me towards the edge. I was actually going to orgasm, wasn’t I? The closer I got to the impending release, the more everything else blurred around me. Yes, it was a girl who was about to get me off. But I didn’t care. I was so close, and I suddenly cared a lot more about what my body needed than my dignity or anything else where the mean girls were involved.
“Make her admit she’s a slut,” Lillian’s voice cut through the haze of my lust.
“A lesbian slut?” Willow suggested.
“I mean, that’s implied,” she said, “Being fingered by a girl and all.”
Just like that, Janine slowed things down. “Hmm, that’s fun. Are you a slut, Jessie?”
I- I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t pushing to the release I thought I was moments away from! Was she edging me? I knew the term, as I wasn’t a total prude, though that was something I had never done with myself. When I was close, I just went for it. That made this yet another ‘first,’ causing me to grimace in frustration. I was going to look like a slut if I told Janine to keep going.
In response to my silence, she began shifting her fingers back towards my entrance. “I guess we could end things there,” she said, “Was that enough of a massage for you, Virgin?”
“ . . . No,” I reluctantly said, being honest. In a way, she was offering me an out. Provided she wasn’t screwing with me, which was entirely possible based on her friendship with Lillian, she could just leave the massage on a disappointing note while letting me keep some of my innocence and dignity in front of the others. But I wasn’t thinking rationally any more. Between her outside hand still idly rubbing, as well as the presence of her fingers that were still in me for the time being, I could feel how it wouldn’t take much for her to get me back to where I was a few moments ago.
“Hmm, I guess we could keep going,” Janine murmured, pairing her words with a small movement of her fingers that she had figured out worked so well on me, “You just to admit . . . you know . . . ”
That I was a slut.
It made no sense. Sure, they explained to Janine how it’s possible to be both, but left out how the fact that I was naked all the time was hardly because I wanted to flaunt myself. When it came to nudity, I was basically the opposite of an exhibitionist. And no, I didn’t want to sleep with every girl that glanced my way. Except none of that mattered. I just wanted Janine to finish the massage properly.
“. . . I’m a slut,” I quietly said. It felt wrong to say out loud. And no, I wasn’t a slut just because I happened to be naked and moaning for an ‘audience.’
Janine began gently fingering me again, not so subtly rewarding me for saying what she wanted. “What was that, Jessie? I didn’t quite hear you.”
Letting out a quiet moan, I was slightly less hesitant as I exhaled, “I’m a slut.” That was the cost of getting what my body so desperately needed at the moment.
Slowly getting back towards the rhythm she had before, Janine once again pushed me to talk about myself with the degrading phrase. “What are you, Jessie?”
“I’m a- slut.” This time, I moaned the word thanks to how she rubbed my clit just right as I was speaking.
“Keep saying it, Virgin,” Janine quietly insisted, “Or no more massage for you.”
So much for her being a professional. She had dropped all pretense about being a masseuse first and Lillian’s friend second, not that it mattered. A few effective gestures were all it took for me to be playing right into her hands, especially as she hooked up with the two of her fingers and began massaging that other sweet spot of mine.
I knew better. Yet all the usual reasons faded away as I squirmed with both desire and desperation. “I- I’m a slut . . . I’m a slut. I- mmph, I’m a- I’m a slut!” Sometimes, I moaned before or after the phrase. Sometimes, when Janine timed it just right like she had before, I ended up moaning my way through the words.
To my shame, I spread my legs a little bit wider as I got closer to the edge. Anything to give Janine room to work properly, as long as I got the release she was building towards. “Almost there, Jessie?” she asked.
All I could do was nod my head. The only reason I could get out those three words over and over was because I didn’t really have to think about saying them due to the repetition. Anything else took more brain power than I had at the moment.
“You’re not moaning like a slut,” she commented, “Better get on that, or I’ll think you’re not enjoying yourself.”
But- It was one thing to not hold back my natural sounds. However, exaggerating them to porn-like levels was something else entirely. Still, I went for it. As Janine kept up her pace, I parted my lips and started leaning into every moan in a way I had never done before. Part of me felt extremely self conscious, while the other part was too turned on to care that Lillian and Willow were watching and that my noises could maybe be heard in one or more of the adjacent rooms as well.
With every passing groan of pleasure, I thought that Janine would finally push me over the edge that felt so close yet so far. After a particularly loud moan, I exclaimed, “I’M A SLUT.” Anything for her to finally let me finish.
What I didn’t know was that the reason Willow and Lillian had gone silent was because one was snapping photos while the other was recording a video of me buck naked on the massage table, arching my back and subtly thrusting my hips towards Janine’s hand in an attempt to get more from her.
Just as I tensed up in preparation for what was probably going to be the most memorable orgasm I’d ever had, Janine’s hand was suddenly on my chest. And, as I climaxed, she pinched my nipple and twisted at hard as she could.