The Housekeeper, Chapter 37
Chapter 37
I froze.
There had been a lot of inappropriate contact over the last few days, and I had absolutely nothing to hide where my body was concerned, but I hadn’t actually done anything intimate with any of the girls. Not even a kiss. They had simply teased me about being a lesbian, commented on how my lips weren’t very kissable, and one of them had lied about how I tried to make a move while the others weren’t looking.
Considering my actual sexuality, it felt like a terrible idea to breathe life into the one being thrust upon me. At the same time, I had learned again and again that it was a terrible idea to cross Hannah or her friends. This was Willow being calm and gentle. If I hesitated, or refused to go along with the casual directive, there was a good chance I’d regret avoiding a simple kiss when the alternative could be so much worse.
With that in mind, I tentatively stepped forward. Was I really about to do this? Apparently so. Blushing bright red, I leaned in and brushed my lips against Willow’s for half a second. “Good night,” I mumbled, absolutely mortified. Though Hannah and her friends were eighteen, it still felt wrong doing something like that when I was supposed to be there as her babysitter.
Willow sighed. I could literally feel her breath from the disappointed response due to our close proximity. She took my chin, waiting until I met her eyes, and said, “Now I’m going to give you a goodnight kiss. Then I want you to thank me for the fun day out. Okay?” That’s all the warning I got. With the grip on my chin, she pulled me in while leaning forward herself. Parting my lips with her own, she gently locked us together for a lingering kiss. Then another. After the second, she slipped her tongue into my mouth, flicking it against mine before retreating and rounding things off with one last deep peck. “Good night, Virgin,” she murmured against my lips.
For a moment, I forgot about what I was supposed to say next. I still didn’t like girls; a kiss wasn’t going to change that. And yet, I was still thrown by doing that with Willow. “Umm, thank you . . . for the fun day.” For selling my car. And my laptop. Then spending my money on an expensive lunch and an even more expensive massage.
“What are you doing, Jessie?” she asked, “It’s time for bed. Go lie down.”
Oh. Right. As usual, I was a step behind when it came to pretty much anything the younger girls threw at me. Even when Willow was bossing me around more nonchalantly, she managed to subtly make it sound like it was my fault for not reading her mind.
Doing as I was told, I walked over to the bed, half expecting the rug to be ripped out from under me at the last second. This was the first time I had slept in a bed since my arrival. Wearing pajamas was another first, regardless of the fact that they weren’t mine. Was I going to get to experience the comfort of the mattress, only to lose it moments later? That seemed on brand for the cruel trio.
It really had gotten to the point where I anticipated the worst, which made it all the more confusing when Willow continually took things in the opposite direction. She brought over a glass of warm milk that had been sitting out of sight before, unless I had just been too overwhelmed with everything else to notice it.
Normally, brushing my teeth meant that I was done eating and drinking for the day. I had been so thoroughly starved, however, that I cared a lot more about the calories and nutrients in the glass than I did about a single night of brushing properly. Warm milk was a new experience for me; that hadn’t been part of my childhood, yet it still succeeded in making me feel like a child as Willow stood there and waited for me to finish drinking it so she could take the glass away.
Once I was done, she instructed me to lie down fully, and rounded out the patronizing evening ritual by tucking me in. The whole experience was a little bit unnerving, when I had mostly seen the other side of her. And I still kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Willow’s style was different from Lillian’s, but they both managed to keep me guessing every step of the way. As soon as I was settled in the bed, she tucked a few of my brunette locks behind my ear and gave my forehead a peck. “Good night, Virgin. Try and get some sleep, okay? You have another big day tomorrow.”
With that, she walked away, pausing at the door to blow me a kiss. Then she switched the lights off and closed the door. Just when I thought I could let out a sigh of relief, I could hear the distinct sound of a lock being turned.
Unlike Hannah’s room, I doubted this one had an attached bathroom. Not that I had to go. Aside from the glass of milk, I hadn’t really had anything to drink since wetting myself at the massage parlor. Still, the last few nights made me nervous about it, especially now that I knew about Hannah having cameras both inside and outside. For all I knew, she was keeping tabs on me here as well.
Alone in the dark, all I had for company was the occasional rumble of my stomach. The glass of milk was the first thing in my system since the scraps I had been given at lunch, which only made me more aware of the consistent hunger that kept me vulnerable on top of everything else Hannah and her friends threw at me. Not that there was anything to do about it now.
Even in her absence, Willow was still on my mind. There was no way she was interested in me like that, despite how she acted so differently when Hannah wasn’t around. This was just another game, and I didn’t need yet another distraction on top of everything else.
What was my goal? It was impossible to focus on anything but the present, when I had to constantly be obedient for the sake of avoiding punishments. Somehow both Hannah’s maid and the humiliated plaything for her and her friends. I had completely lost track since things had spun out so quickly and badly over my first day as her ‘housekeeper.’
Scattered as my thoughts were, not to mention the embarrassment as I relived countless moments in the solitude of the bedroom, I didn’t end up tossing and turning for long. It had been an absolutely exhausting day, complete with all kinds of mortifying experiences. And, for the first time since my arrival, I was actually in a bed. The mattress was softer than anything I had ever slept on, and I quickly found myself drifting off.
Before I knew it, I was completely out.
What felt like seconds later, it was time to start that ‘big day’ Willow mentioned.
Waking up came with a number of unexpected discoveries that instantly shocked me out of my slumber. For starters, I wasn’t alone in the bed like when I had been tucked in. All three girls were sleeping with me. Also, I was naked. I don’t know which was more shocking–that I had been stripped overnight, or that I had completely slept through it.
On top of that, they were nude as well. That’s what it felt like, anyway. My body was slightly pressed against Hannah’s, and shifting the other way would cause a similar feeling with Lillian. The king bed was big, but four girls sharing a mattress still made things somewhat cramped.
They were all fast asleep. Considering their party girl habits of drinking and staying up late, they’d probably be sleeping in for a while. Meanwhile, there was no way I’d be able to get back to sleep. I decided to get up and make breakfast in bed for them like I had been tasked to do the previous morning, in an attempt to subvert whatever cruel and humiliating ideas they had in store for me.
Slowly and carefully, I wriggled my way out from under the covers without waking them. All the while, I was nervous about accidentally jostling someone, as it was impossible to move without unintentionally rubbing my sweaty body against their own. Though the AC was still running, four girls under a comforter and a blanket or two must have added up over the course of the night.
Every time it seemed like one of them might stir in response to my small disruptions of their slumber, I froze, waiting until I was sure there was nothing but stillness and soft breathing before resuming my efforts. Finally, after what felt like ten minutes of stress, I was able to climb out of bed. I could only imagine how mad Hannah would be if I accidentally woke her up from her beauty sleep.
It wasn’t until I was standing in the middle of the guest room without a stitch of clothing on that I remembered how Willow locked the door after putting me to bed. Thankfully, they must have decided to leave it unlocked in case someone needed to get up in the middle of the night. I was able to slip out of the room and into the hall, keenly aware that I was providing Hannah more footage of me walking through her house naked. It made me want to cover up even though I was technically alone, except that could potentially be seen as being indirectly disobedient. I had been told multiple times to keep my arms down when fully exposed.
I still wasn’t comfortable being naked in public spaces. Multiple days of this hadn’t numbed me to the experience, or made me less self conscious about doing something like making breakfast in such an indecent state. Even so, I persevered. Grabbing what I needed from the fridge and the pantry, I started putting together a meal for all three girls. As usual, my bare breasts were particularly noticeable without the support of a bra.
Similar to the last time I cooked for Hannah and her friends, I was constantly tempted to take a bite or two along the way. Once the kitchen started smelling like meat and seasoning, my stomach was growling in need and I was practically salivating. Pushing my hunger aside, finding it slightly easier to do so now that it had been multiple days of being so restricted where my diet was concerned, I put everything on three trays so I could deliver a complete meal to each of them.
By the time I returned to the guest room, all three of the girls were awake. They were sitting up in bed with the covers only as high as their waists, chatting amongst themselves as if hanging out topless was the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, I immediately blushed, averting my gaze after getting an unexpected eyeful of their bare chests.
I gave Hannah the first tray; as her ‘housekeeper,’ she was always the priority. She didn’t bother thanking me for making breakfast. Instead, she started the morning by chastising me. “Seriously? Are you drooling right now? God, you’re such a virgin. Stop staring at my tits, Jessie.”
No, it wasn’t like that! Without my glasses, I could only see her bare form so well, and I had made a point not to look once I realized that she and the others were still fully undressed. As for her comment, I must have been more affected by the food than I realized, now that it was right underneath my nose. Even so, I definitely wasn’t drooling. She was exaggerating, yet Willow and Lillian took her side, reminding me that I was there to serve, not to stare.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, not even trying to defend myself. Flushing more deeply at the way they giggled in response to my natural submission, as I had fallen noticeably far from their first interaction with me, I scurried off to get the other two trays.
Each tray required a separate trip, meaning my own boobs were basically right in each girl’s face as I delivered her breakfast, only for my backside to be on display as I left the room. I had never wanted clothes more badly; the combination of my nudity and their nudity was more overwhelming than just the former.
As soon as all three girls had breakfast, Hannah held up a list of chores. “No breaks until all of these are done, Virgin,” she said. She also handed me my glasses. Perhaps that was my meager reward for taking the initiative on breakfast. That, or she liked the image of me only wearing the unattractive glasses. Either way, I couldn’t complain; my contacts were no longer an option, and I always got a bad headache whenever Hannah withheld the alternative for an extended period of time.
Then Lillian tossed me a piece of dry toast. Something to keep me going and, if I had to guess, a gesture that made it so I couldn’t accuse them of starving me. Other than the rare meal they allowed me to join them for, I had only been given scraps.
I started working my way down the list. It wasn’t long before I started to feel a little weak. Not even a full night’s rest was enough to offset the physical and emotional exhaustion from being Hannah’s obedient servant. There were also a number of chores that required going outside, which made me sweat from the summer heat while being nervous about burning more than the dark pink I already had everywhere. Even my normally pale breasts had the embarrassing hue, thanks to how Hannah had told me to fully strip for the tanning bed the other day.
As much as I wanted to hydrate along the way, I was starting to feel the urge to go to the bathroom. I didn’t understand how that was possible, since I hadn’t had anything to drink all day. Then again, I usually relieved myself upon getting out of bed. It didn’t really matter why. Every sip would only threaten another accident, plus I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to pour myself a glass of anything without permission.
It took me hours to finish everything on the list. The girls still hadn’t appeared by the time I finished, which Hannah had prepared for. Her note instructed me to sit at the bottom of the stairs and wait for them if they weren’t ready for the day yet.
The hard wood wasn’t particularly comfortable on my bare ass, and I felt somewhat child-like as I sat there with nothing to do, just because I had been told to. Now that I wasn’t moving about, my glistening body caused me to shiver in the cool hallway. I hugged myself into a ball for warmth, my hunger and need to relieve myself growing with every passing minute.
Maybe an hour later, around lunchtime, the three girls finally emerged. The good news was, they were actually clothed. The bad news was, they looked absolutely beautiful. All of them were wearing summer dresses, and had clearly spent the whole morning showering, doing their hair and make-up, and figuring out the perfect outfit/accessory combos. By contrast, I felt so unattractive as I awkwardly sat there naked, freezing, and desperately needing a shower.
Without saying a word to me, Hannah tossed me some clothes as she and the others strutted past me. I could tell right away that it was a workout kit that had definitely been worn recently. The mismatched tee and shorts were slightly damp, and smelled of a girl who had done some serious cardio in them.
She wanted me to wear her used clothes? That was- I didn’t have any time to process the choice that wasn’t really a choice, since the young trio was heading out the door and presumably expecting me to follow. It was either this, or leave the house naked.
Scrambling into motion, I hastily put on the shorts first, taking a few steps forward as I did so in an attempt to keep up while also getting dressed. Once that was done, I could do the rest while rushing towards the front door. I cringed at how Hannah’s bra felt on my body. Similar to the skimpy maid outfit, it crushed my breasts due to our differences in bust size; also, it was totally soaked with her sweat. After putting on the tank top, I found that the outfit was just as ill-fitting as the few ensembles I had been allowed to wear–too small in the chest, and too loose around my waist.
I didn’t have much time to worry about the gross clothes when I was catching up to the girls as quickly as I could. My assumption was that I’d be stuck in the back seat with Willow or Lillian, depending on which girl made more sense for whatever I had in mind. I was dead wrong.
Hannah popped the trunk, gesturing towards the empty space back there. “Get in, Jessie. Come on, we don’t have all day.”
“You better not make us late,” Lillian added.
What? The trunk? I couldn’t-
“Now, Virgin,” Hannah snapped, “Don’t make me count to three.”
It was shameful how effective such a threat was, particularly after my extended time sitting at the base of the stairs like a troublesome child waiting to be lectured.
Reluctantly obeying, I climbed into the trunk of the car that had been baking in the sun all morning. Lillian stepped forward and stuffed me into the cramped quarters, giving me a ‘friendly’ wave before slamming the trunk closed.
For a moment, I could faintly hear muffled giggles. Then they were getting in the car and turning it on, heading out to another destination I was completely in the dark about.