The Housekeeper, Chapter 44

Part 44

Hannah

Destroying Jessica was basically turning into my summer project, or at least an amusing pastime when I’d otherwise just be lounging at home with or without my friends. It helped that Willow and Lillian were so into it, as this was also the first time they had someone to have limitless fun with. At school, we could only tear down a girl within reason, considering a variety of factors.

On my home turf, without any authority figures around? The brunette bitch was literally walking around naked more often than not, and had thoroughly learned her place. She deserved it, too, for having tits like that and daring to think she could be in charge of a girl like me.

The latest idea came courtesy of Lillian, who had a friend in the city who is impressively savvy with all things technology. While Lillian was decently skilled herself, like how she set up all those cameras, her knowledge only went so far. This friend of hers, however, was able to hack into Jessica’s university’s grading system. By the time we arrived, it was simply a matter of figuring out how badly we wanted to screw with her GPA.

Tempting as it was to drop literally every single grade to a C or lower, something that obvious could possibly be fixed if Jessica put her mind to it. We decided on something more subtle. Instead of giving her embarrassingly bad grades, Lillian’s friend simply decreased everything a little bit. Every A and B became an A- and a B-, and so on. We even risked changing a few of her low As and low Bs to high Bs and high Cs, mostly for the semester she had just completed. With how she started this ‘housekeeping’ job at the beginning of her summer break, the odds were good that she hadn’t yet seen the latest round of grades.

The other idea I suggested once we were done negatively adjusting Jessica’s grades was something revolving around making her my personal ATM, even after she was done being my obedient plaything all summer. Lillian’s friend suggested that it might be possible to set up some kind of untraceable, uncancellable direct debit to my account, that would siphon off a hefty sum of the girl’s money every month. While I always had the generous allowance provided by my parents, it would be nice to have some spending money that they weren’t able to monitor as easily. That, and it would be funny to watch Jessica struggle from afar.

According to Lillian’s friend, it wouldn’t be that difficult. With how I had access to all of Jessica’s accounts via her phone, all we had to do was figure out how much I wanted and how to make it stick. Like, what would happen if she simply closed her bank account once she figured out that her funds were being regularly drained? And it would have to be an amount that she could suffer through losing regularly, so I could keep benefitting while she was constantly reminded of her place even after going back to university.

After discussing all the possibilities and hanging out for a bit, we headed back to the house, stopping on the way to grab a fun collection of drinks from the liquor store. As great as it was having a servant around to wait on us hand and foot, I definitely didn’t trust the girl to run errands. Not when she was basically trapped in the role thanks to how I had confiscated pretty much all of her personal possessions.

As for getting in trouble eventually? I wasn’t too worried. With how I had framed things at the fundraiser, Jessica was clearly doing all this because she was in desperate need of the money. She also wouldn’t want anyone to find out about the constant ‘accidents,’ not to mention all the incriminating photos/videos that could easily be edited to make it look like she was the problem.

The real question was how I was going to maneuver her when my parents returned. While I was confident the virgin was going to be very much under my thumb, considering her current state and how much time I had left to break her, there was still a chance she’d blurt out the wrong thing in an act of desperation. That, or the very arrival of actual adults would spark any number of thoughts/feelings that had been nice and buried around me and my friends. That was a ways off, of course, so maybe I’d wait until later to figure out whether or not I trusted her in a situation like that.

I was also torn about Jessica being paid. Sure, she was doing all kinds of housekeeping for me. A lot more than she had signed up for. Except that wasn’t really what she had been hired to do. As a ‘babysitter,’ she had utterly failed across the board. With that in mind, did she really deserve what my parents offered her in the email I tracked down on her phone? Plus I could only imagine how she’d react to finding out that her humiliating ordeal was all for nothing. For less than nothing, really, with how she was losing money by being here.

At the same time, I kind of wanted all of it for myself. Were my parents going to write a check, or deposit the money into her account, or something else? With how much time and effort I was putting in where the brunette was concerned, it would only be fair if I were paid for my troubles. The end result would be the same, too. Either way, Jessica would get nothing.

Every now and then, I’d check on her while my friends and I were out and about. All morning long, she was slaving away, sweating her ass off while mowing the lawn with the tiny mower she had been given. I was assuming, anyway. While the high definition video cameras were top of the line and all that, there was still only so much I could zoom from where they were positioned. Most days, however, I’d be glistening after just a few minutes of tanning. Actual yardwork would certainly cause more than that.

Poor girl, working SO hard, once again oblivious to how her life was being systematically torn down. She knew about some of it, of course, but was going to be in the dark about the extent of my games until she was back to reality. Not the reality she would be expecting, but still.

With her stage time at the fundraiser, as well as the social media tweaks I was gradually making, I could also picture her staying a virgin for quite some time. Considering she had failed to have sex thus far, throughout her boring normal life, I doubted she’d have better luck moving forward.

By the time we made it back to the house, Jessica was nearly done with the front yard. There was still the back for her to worry about, not to mention all the other outdoor tasks she had yet to get started on.

I had mixed feelings about her approaching me and my friends. On the one hand, it would have been nice to see her going about her chores without feeling the need to check in with me about anything. Then again, part of her job was to wait on me and my friends. An impossible balance, naturally, since constantly refilling our drinks would be difficult while working outside.

Not waiting for her to answer my question, I said, “We don’t need anything. Get back to work.”

Jess

In retrospect, mowing the back yard first would have been a better idea. Now that Hannah and her friends were back, they eventually made their way out to the pool while I was once again starting to sweat as I chipped away at the other half of their property. Did I have to mow all the way from the house to the edge of the woods? That was a lot of ground to cover.

I could only hear their voices and their laughter so much over the sound of the mower, especially as I pushed the thing the opposite direction, but there was no ignoring them entirely. For all I knew, they were continuously finding amusement at my bare backside as I faced away, or judging my curves whenever I was turned towards them. Or it was all in my head, and they were just being gossip-y teenagers, not bothering with me while I was working.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Between the heat and the hunger, there were times where I totally spaced out while pushing the lawnmower back and forth across the expansive yard. Similar to what happened while working on the front, I had to stop halfway and get more gas, which did lead to a variety of comments and criticisms from the bikini-clad girls as I walked by.

“You’re running out of daylight, Jessie!”

“God, you’re soaked. That’s disgusting.”

“Look at those useless tits. Apologize, Virgin.”

By now, I was familiar with the drill, not that it kept me from deeply blushing and averting my gaze. No matter how badly I wanted to cover, I had been trained to keep my hands down. And, as demeaning as it was, I told Hannah that I was sorry for my boobs. No, for my ‘useless tits,’ which I had to clarify when she corrected me.

Some time around mid-afternoon, I was finally done. While it was very much a relief, I also felt nervous as I pushed the mower back towards the garage. What was next on the list? I hadn’t been able to read the note earlier, so the best I could do was make an educated guess beyond the mowing and watering I had already done. Pull weeds? Trim the bushes/hedges? I wasn’t sure where the line was between basic outdoor chores and the kind of landscaping that would be best left to a professional.

As much as I wanted to keep my distance from Hannah and the others, part of me felt like checking on them wouldn’t be a bad idea. Though my blonde tormentor had been all kinds of judgmental when I did that earlier, I could also see her yelling at me for not being around if she needed something. There was no winning with her; all I could do was try my best to keep up with her impossible demands and expectations.

I decided to just keep working. As Lillian had chastised me about, there was only so much daylight. If Hannah wanted me, she’d yell for me. At the same time, I split the difference by staying in the back yard. Within earshot, just in case. Plus there seemed like there was more to do back there, starting with the weeds that needed pulling. That was the first non-machine chore I could think of, even if it would hardly be the most comfortable or the most clean.

Choosing a spot that seemed mostly out of sight from the trio, I reluctantly got down on my hands and knees. Pulling weeds was something I learned to do growing up, and there’s really no dignified way to do it. Either way, the job requires being near the ground. Any other position just ends up taking way longer, and it’s not like it would be fun sitting or squatting while naked, either.

No matter the logic or how I justified everything to myself, I still winced at the feeling of my bare knees on the dirt. As if being covered in sweat wasn’t enough, my hands and legs were going to be visibly dirty within a few minutes. And, of course, there was the fact that anyone approaching from behind me would get an even more intimate view of my backside than when I was simply facing the other direction while walking around naked.

For a while, I just worked. I did my best to fall into a rhythm, which was interrupted by pretty much every little sound that made me think my fear of being seen would become a reality. It didn’t matter that Hannah and her two closest friends had seen every last inch of me countless times at this point. No matter how acclimated I had gotten to not wearing a stitch of clothing, or that I no longer immediately jumped to cover myself, I still had the discomfort and embarrassment of nudity that I had started with.

Like pretty much everything else about Hannah’s property, this was nothing like my experience helping out growing up. Her family’s gardens took up so much space, and my progress was about as slow as the mowing in terms of how long it took me to cover just a small percentage of the area.

Finally, when the sun was low in the sky yet still beating down on me to some degree, I had to deal with being seen like this by one of the girls. “Hey. Jessie.” Willow’s voice came out of nowhere, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin from how she had padded up without me noticing.

She was still in a bikini, looking more tall and more intimidating than usual while standing over me while I was kneeling in the dirt. Waiting a moment until she had my full attention, she gestured towards the pool. “Hannah wants to see you. Oh, and crawl over there for her. She wants you down on all fours.”