The Housekeeper, Chapter 47

As it turned out, the next day was tame compared to the previous few.

‘Tame’ was relative, of course. I was still naked, my sunburn was worse, and I was still only given just enough food to not pass out. Hannah and her friends were keeping me collared as well, and my bathroom ‘privileges’ continued to be outdoors only. Objectively, that was better than wetting myself inside and having to clean it up after getting yelled at, but it was also degrading to find a spot in the yard like a pet would every time.

Now that I was properly trained, according to Hannah, she only needed to waste so much time on me. Summer was her and her girlfriends, after all, and I was her obedient maid. Or, depending on the moment, I was referred to as ‘servant’ and ‘pet.’ Either way, obedience was always a factor, and with zero hesitation.

Of course, no normal girl in such a subservient position would be naked pretty much all the time. It never really got easier, either. While I basically had no choice but to get used to it, with how I was constantly baring myself to the girls, my aversion to nudity meant I never stopped blushing or being tempted to cover myself. I just got better at pushing away those urges.

When I wasn’t waiting on the girls and fetching them anything and everything they needed at a snap of their fingers, I was struggling to stay on top of my daily chores. The AC blasting indoors kept me shivering and awkwardly perky, and the summer heat outside made me soaked with sweat by the time I was done with whatever task(s) I had been given.

Most mornings, I had to cook for them. That was manageable enough; breakfast food was something I actually knew how to make for the most part. The only part that made me nervous was figuring out the expensive espresso machine. Lunch was never much of a meal for the girls. Sometimes I made them sandwiches, sometimes they just wanted a variety of snacks to tide them over. As for dinner, they ordered from somewhere almost every night. Possibly on my card? I had completely lost track of how much of my money Hannah was spending, or if getting reimbursed would be realistic so long after all the charges.

Sleeping was always a coin toss. More like a dice roll, really. Most of the time, I had to sleep on the floor, since Hannah didn’t trust me anywhere else. Every now and then, however, I slept in the same bed as Willow. And both of us were naked. Nothing ever happened between us physically, but it gave her and the others more than enough ammo to insist that I liked girls and was a bit of a slut despite being a virgin.

By the end of my second week as Hannah’s ‘housekeeper,’ I had fully settled into the over the top subservience she expected of me. Whether she was demanding something of me or not, I knew how to keep busy, and stay out of her space while remaining close enough that I could be available at a snap of her fingers.

And I wasn’t always left alone to tend to my duties. There were still times where she and/or her friends amused themselves at my expense, typically when they were drinking and bored on any given night. I always did as I was told, usually while blushing up a storm and averting my gaze.

My boobs were still referenced a lot. Similar to the virgin/slut combo, it somehow made sense for me to apologize for my proportions despite the comments and compliments (usually backhanded) about my chest.

Hannah’s parents had said something about checking in with me along the way. She was probably avoiding that by texting on my phone, rather than taking a call from them. Maybe that was all they needed, with how their travels were international and they wouldn’t consider something like their daughter having unrestricted access to my personal device.

Each day felt incredibly long, yet the days were a total blur looking back at them. Mostly since everything had escalated so quickly since my arrival. Days turned to weeks, though it was difficult to keep track of how long I had been there. Hannah and her friends treated every day like it was the weekend, constantly in summer vacation mode, and I didn’t have access to anything with a calendar on it.

The only reason I knew the seemingly never-ending nightmare of nudity, servitude, humiliation, and so much was over was because Hannah told me one morning. Completely out of the blue.

“Time for you to go back to school,” she said, as if it were the most casual news in the world, “Meet me by the front door.”

Was it September already? Or was Hannah sending me off early? I didn’t know how to react. But I did know how to do as I was told. It was the first time I had hesitated in forever, though I was quick to recover and make my way to the foyer.

Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, Hannah was strutting up to me and tossing me a couple outfit pieces. “Your ride will be here in a minute,” she informed me, “Get dressed.”

As usual, the clothes I was given were hardly flattering or appropriate. When it came to this mortifying summer, however, wearing anything was an improvement on my near-constant nudity. The short shorts were embarrassingly skimpy and uncomfortably tight, as was the white crop top. While the shorts were manageable, the top was SO revealing without a bra underneath.

Pretty much the second I had pulled on the too-small clothes, Hannah was pushing me out the door. “By the way, my parents just paid you. I transferred all the money to my account. Since, you know, I’ve been babysitting you way more than the other way around.”

My lips parted in surprise. It was hardly out of character for the cruel blonde to do something like that, but still. This summer had been way, way more than I had bargained for, and now I wasn’t going to be compensated in the slightest for my troubles.

With a smile, Hannah said, “One last thing, Virgin. What are you not allowed to do from now on?”

I blushed and said, “I’m not allowed to date boys.” She and Willow had only pushed the lesbian thing harder since having me ‘come out,’ complete with an insistence about how the opposite sex was off limits. Because I would embarrass myself. Because I was too old to be a virgin, and boys my age like girls who have experience in the bedroom. Because my boobs are too big, and only another girl will accept proportions like that.

It didn’t matter how illogical or nonsensical it might have sounded in a different context. When I was naked and flustered, it was difficult to reject the words Willow murmured to me in a patronizing/reassuring way. Or when Hannah followed that up the next day with a judgmental lecture about how I shouldn’t bother with guys.

“That’s right,” she said, stepping into my personal bubble, “If you even think about a boy like that, I’ll find out. And you’ll be in serious trouble. Got it?”

Even more flushed, I gave a weak nod. The idea of Hannah somehow appearing in my life after this was intimidating, and the threat felt believable when I was still tangled up in her dominance. It’s not like she would have cameras on me after all this, but the nonstop surveillance over the summer was yet another thing that kept me on edge. No matter what I tried to hide from Hannah, not that I had attempted to keep anything from her in a while, she always found out and punished me for it.

No boys. I liked girls . . . And had definitely done more with the fairer sex than I had experienced with the few guys I had been interested in throughout my life.

Hannah held up my phone. “I blocked my parents’ numbers, and deleted their contacts from your phone. Don’t worry, I can always text you if they want to hire you next summer. You’re definitely a bargain compared to our usual household staff. More obedient, too. Unless you want to stay, right now? You could always drop out of school and be a full-time maid.”

I tensed up. It wasn’t as if I could just blurt out NO to something like that. “Umm, no thank you,” I mumbled, “School is . . . important.” She couldn’t actually make me stay, could she? Not if her parents were coming home. I had thought about their arrival plenty of times. Would I say anything? Hannah had so much leverage, and there was no telling whether or not I’d be able to prove everything she had done. Aside from her poor reputation, considering they hired a ‘babysitter’ to begin with. But that might not be enough for me to explain just how far she took things. And where would I even start?

“If you say so,” she shrugged, “Here’s your driver’s license. You don’t need anything else, do you?”

Umm, my credit card? Debit card? Student ID? Those could all be replaced. I was so close to getting back to my real life, or whatever version of it I’d have to deal with after Hannah’s meddling. There was no need to delay my departure. “I don’t think so,” I said, just as quietly, “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Jessie,” she smirked. After handing me the plastic card, she said, “Okay. I think that’s it. You had a fun summer, didn’t you? So many new experiences. And you were mostly a good girl.”

Something like that. With a small nod, I said, “Yes, Hannah.” Yet another thing I had learned throughout my time as Hannah’s maid. Unless being directly asked something, it was best to be more soft spoken and mostly just respond with the affirmatives she and her friends had amused themselves with early on.

“Mm hmm. Well? What are you still doing here?” Hannah gestured to the door, “Unless you want to make me one last drink before you leave . . . ”

I was so close to blurting out a worried, ‘No!’ The door was right there. My ride was on the way, according to Hannah. The last thing I needed was to screw things up for myself at the last second. What was I supposed to say? There was hardly a graceful way to say goodbye after everything Hannah had put me through. Thanking her had been difficult enough.

Turning towards the door, half expecting the other shoe to drop at any second, I stepped outside. It was the first time I had been clothed outdoors in quite some time. Still less than I’d prefer to be wearing, but I had no room to complain. I had been thoroughly trained not to cover myself; my hands remained down by my sides, even though my chest was still mostly on display underneath the thin, white top.

I could see the car pulling into the driveway in the distance, and only had to wait another thirty seconds or so before he stopped near where I was shifting my weight from foot to foot. “Jessie?” he asked, after rolling down the window. It was the first guy who had spoken to me in forever, and he wasn’t very good at keeping his eyes off my chest.

“Umm, yeah,” I said. Not able to help myself, I glanced over my shoulder, triple checking that this was actually my ride out. Hannah and her friends had literally sold my car to give themselves some more spending money. As if they needed it.

Hannah was still at the front door, leaning against the frame with her hip. She just smirked and gave me a little wave. Just like that, after a whole summer of serving her, I was being sent off like it was just some normal parting.

I got into the back of the car. Unlike when I had arrived, I didn’t have a suitcase or backpack or anything else to worry about. Just my phone and ID. It looked like I was being sent straight back to college, rather than to my parents’ place. As in, I was going to have to somehow sort out clothes sooner rather than later.

One problem at a time.

At the moment, I just had to make sure the ride was real, and that I was finally leaving. It seemed like it, with the route pulled up on the driver’s screen.

The last thing I got from Hannah was a little wave as the guy turned the car around and started taking me back the way he came. That was it, then. An abrupt end to the most mortifying summer of my entire life.

Now I just had to figure out how to undo all the damage Hannah had done. Both all the submission that had been pushed on me, as well as everything with my reputation, finances, etc. All while jumping into the start of my junior year, which was supposed to be more challenging than the first half of college.

So much to sort out.

At least I was finally out from underneath Hannah’s thumb. With that in mind, I reluctantly wrapped my arms around my chest . . . and didn’t get yelled at for doing so.

That was a solid first step.

Now I just had to tackle the rest.