"I'll pay three dollars an hour jennifer." Our neighbor eyed me, gauging her words, bag of strawberries in her arms.
My jaw dropped. "...sure Miss Parks, deal!" I grinned, not knowing what the after school job was. Jane Parks long sensitive fingers lowered the offering of ripe strawberries onto our kitchen chair, eyes still fixed on me, as she then stood up slowly, her body tall and trim, firm high perched bosom, barely peeking from her pastel mauve sundress, a playful challenge in her narrowed eye.
She liked my eagerness to work, I could tell.
I lied mom wouldn't care, figuring I'd con her into it later, and was soon at Miss Parks house, in HER kitchen now, a far cry from our house. Much classier, like she was. I felt honored just to be asked, dazzled by Miss Parks, or 'Jane', as she insisted I call her.
"Jenny, you see, I've tried out another girl on the block, someone your age before, but well...good help and all, you know.." Her thick warm voiced trailed off, so I guess she'd flaked.
"Miss Parks, 'Jane' I'm sorry, I'm a very good worker, promise! I can be here everyday after school, so what should I do?" I chirped.
She didn't say, she just smirked. Her smirk made me blush.
I saw a plastic ladybug on her fridge, and a little note stuck under it. She snatched the note, read it, smiled, crumpled it away, then told me to drop be her place tomorrow at 7pm, and asked me to take out her trash on the way out. I did as I left, dumping it and got curious, spying the note.
It read " ppst - don't tell a soul, but Ladybug saw Janey poo peeking at her little girl last night! Ladybug wonders if Janey poo secretly spying her naughty little girl while doing her cute little domestic chores? If so, Ladybug will keep her secret."
I frowned at the crumpled note. Who wrote this? Obviously not the plastic bug. it made Jane smile, so she knew them. a lover? Who did 'domestic chores'? My mind was abuzz with curiosity over the idea it could be a woman, and that Miss Parks could be into women. Or girls.
I couldn't WAIT to show up for work the following 7:pm on her porch, my head racing with the fear of what she'd make me do, as I stood there in what I considered work clothes, jeans and a T-shirt, and rang the door bell.
"oh... jen, hello." She said with hint of unease, eyeing me up and down. my face fell, her disapproval sinking me.
But with a snap of her finger, Miss Parks sent me back home to 'dress right for work', which included a black leotard/bodystocking she insisted 'kept sweating down to a minimum', sneakers, and a dorky smile.
As she lured me in, I got very still, her closeness sending a shudder through me, as she gathered my hair, fitted little hoop earrings into my ears, (odd choice for cleaning!), and fixed my hair in a ponytail with a strawberry colored scrunchie.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest little thing!" She giggled, and I couldn't help laughing, feeling a little silly, someone my age, her saying this.
But my cheeks burned two proud hues of crimson.
"Miss Parks?"
"Jane please..."
"okay, Jane? If it's not too nosey..uh....what did that note say on the fridge?"
"the ladybug note?"
"yeah. you smiled."
"well, it was just...a friend. See, we mostly miss each other, so we leave little notes for each other 'through' the ladybug. it's just a little game we play now..." She smiled, tongue back across her teeth as she fondled my earrings, miles away.
As she silently worked away on me, I fought to hide my quickening breath, studying the whips of hair framing her face, which shown with both delicacy and strength. Miss Jane Parks eye be up and down with a smirk, glanced the kitchen, her tongue daintily playing across the moistness of her full red lips as she thought aloud...
"OKAY -- jen, why not just start HERE, in the kitchen...mop the floors, by hand and on your knees, nice and clean! Then take out and hand-wipe all the plates and glasses in the shelves..." She smiled as I blinked,
" ...then move to the dinning room and stack every piece of furniture up so you can shampoo and hand, scrub all the rugs then with your left-over time, why not use the ladder and a broom to fetch all the dust bunnies near the ceiling, sound good?"
The winded look from my face drew a smirk, but I didn't DARE bitch, forced a compliant smile as she said she'd be out all evening. When I'd read the note, I pictured her here, alone with me, possible...watching me? Stupid, I guess. I felt such a fool.
As the door slammed, my shoulders slumped. I glowered at the plastic ladybug on the fridge, mocking me, and the 'note girl'. Sounds like the 'other girl', whoever she was, didn't have to work this hard! No SHE got to call Miss Parks 'Janey'.
Gosh - I groused to myself while I scrubbed away in rubber cloves, sweating in my snug little body stocking! I'd have never even taken this dumb job, OR charged a LOT more than three bucks an hour if I'd had known...
Nevertheless I played the good girl and quickly dug in, racing to finish by 11 pm, since I had school tomorrow, and worked my rubber gloves hand washing and wiping all twelve shelves of dozens of plates and glasses, till they sparkled.
I panicked when I saw it was almost 10 and I hadn't done the floor - so I quickly was huffing and puffing on all fours, arms and elbows aching, and I decided the dumb bodystocking was CAUSING MORE sweat, so I stripped it off angrily, back down in the nude and sneakers and rubber gloves, ponytail and earrings, quite a picture I am SO sure but too sweaty and pissed to feel silly, till the kitchen floor was basically spotless.
I was feeling kinda proud, when I saw my reflection in the window, I looked so pathetic and stupid, nude, chest heaving, shoes, gloves, earrings making me look even MORE obscene, and I turned around slapping the gloves angrily on the counter, sending a glass picture crashing onto the floor into a million pieces.
I froze.
tears were streaming as I saw her firing me once she knew, IF she knew.
I quickly swept it all up, nose running and sniveling, cursing my tantrum for causing it all, then crunched down the broken glass, the 'evidence' deep into the trash, praying she'd not notice.
I swallowed in fear at the clock, 10:45, and raced back into my leotard in case she came in, and placed a note under the ladybug, saying,
" Ladybug caught jenny making boo boo with a Miss Parks glass piture, so it had to go bye bye! Ladybug hopes Miss Parks wont get angry and bets jenny will buy a NEW picture to replace it with. shhh, don't tell a soul!"
I was pleased with my bold cleaver move, hoping to draw a similar smirk from Miss Parks when she read it.
but she never did.
Miss Parks walked in, met me at the door, and announced: " you didn't shampoo the dinning room?"
I felt like a stuuupid piece of dogshit, and I wanted to die inside, the contempt in her face showering me in shame. "Miss Parks, I know this is my first day...but, I, like, I totally forgot, and I ran outta time, but I did to the dishes, glasses and floor.." I said starting to tear up.
"Jenny, it's only a part time job, don't be a silly willy!" She laughed, and I felt partly relieved, partly aroused, and totally stupid, especially dressed like this on her clod porch as she was all decked out in a crushed velvet dress!
Before I could wipe my tears, she handed me some money and started to close the door. I jumped in, figuring she was just humoring me and I'd lost the gig.
"oh. Miss Jane? One last question? uh...your 'friend', the one who leaves the ladybug notes? uhm...does she work here too?"
"Work here? why would you..." her eyes narrowed, and I broke down.
"Okay, I'm sorry -- I peaked at the note one she wrote you. I'm soooooooooo sorry, I couldn't help it. Please don't be pissed, okay???" I whined, dancing from sneaker to sneaker, in my now freezing bosystocking in the cold night air.
"Jenny, what got into you? You READ it?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Well...?" She asked, eyebrow raised.
I looked at her stupidly.
jealous?" She grinned warmly.
I blushed furiously.
"Miss Parks, I mean......Jane.."
"If your snooping in on my 'ladybug's notes', maybe I should re-name you 'jenbug' from now on, huh? Would you like that my snoopy little jenbug??? huh??? " She cooed condescendingly.
I smiled, her approving smile warming me inside, body still dancing, my nipples perky pebbles as I went foot to foot, turning the name over in my head. I was ashamed of liking it in light of how childish it made me sound. I'd been caught lying, and she'd discovered I'd broken her piture too, tonight. Now I had a little girl's name.
"And you can call me 'Janey poo', since my kitchen looks so sparkly, you've earned it little lady!" She chuckled, and gingerly stuffed a twenty dollar bill(wow!) into the bosom of my bodystocking, patting my fanny and scolding me to 'hurry home before I freeze', which I did, mind and body ablaze with her warm touch.
and the note.
she'd read it, and now we'd be as close as her 'friend' now. I was besides myself with my own good luck!
I was in pins and needles awaiting the next night, and arrived in my 'cute little outfit' bodystocking, my hair already in a ponytail and earrings, as I hoped she'd liked.
She looked me up and down, without a smile, then wordlessly walked into her kitchen, as I trailed behind now worried she'd read the note and was possible pissed about the picture, but she didn't mention the note I'd left. or the picture.
I sagged my shoulders to get ready to work, as she threw on her coat to leave. Then I realized, this wasn't the rules. we were supposed to TALK about anything, just pass notes like the other girl did. - then I SAW it, a note under the lady bug. It was from jane, for me, I just KNEW it!!! I longed to read it, and I raced over to snoop at it when Miss Parks dashed into the bathroom.
"Ladybug saw Janey poo reading your note last night. Ladybug knows Janey poo was very upset jenbug fibbed twice in one night, and expects that one hundred and fifty dollar picture will take a lot of years to repay, so maybe Jenbug can please her witto poopsie Janey poo by calling it even and just..."
I froze before I could finish, sensing someone behind me --
I stood stock straight, as Janey poo, I mean, Miss Parks, was at the foot of the kitchen, staring at me. My cheeks burned five shades of red as she walked up inched from me, snatching the note from the ladybug, I KNEW she must be pissed from her cold stare, and I winced, waiting for her yelling.
But instead, her voice mocked 'sing songy' voice,
"Well, guess jenbug's been talking to ladybug, huh? Couldn't wait? Guess my little cutie got the message!" She chuckled, then crumpled the note into her pocket as she walked out the door.
I had to fight not to bolt after her and wrestle the note from her pocket so I could FINISH it!!!! What did it say? MY mind raced for what she wanted??? was I supposed to do for her?
And feel to my knees in tears.
I just resigned myself to working as usual, not even bothering with the bodystocking, stripping nude and hand scrubbing the carpets ponytail swaying hoop earrings dancing as I kneeled in my tennies on all fours...
I lost track of time and decided GIVE SOMETHING wicked and nasty for 'ladybug' to 'see' this night, which I'd scribble out and placed under it at evenings end, returning to work before I lost my nerve and chickened out, feeling so sluty and wanton, JENBUG doing sexy little sweaty domestic chores in the my mom's neighbor lady's house -- if only she KNEW!!!
I surrendered myself to a hidden sea of soap sudsy carpet, my fingers secretly trailing over my now moistening little pubic mound, teasing and fondling just the edge of my quivering labia, tongue playing across my teeth imagining Janey poo, watching, what she'd say, do, once she read what ladybug 'saw' tonight!
But my eyes flickered open, as I saw a girl in the living room staring down at me.
"who the heck are you?" She asked, hands on hips. Not pleased.
"uh...I work here." I stammered.
"Well... so do I, and I have never heard of you!" She hissed. I sunk down and tried to arrange suds to cover my body quickly and stood up, flustered. She worked here too?
"what's your name?" The girl who was about my age, demanded.
"jenny."
"oh." She paused, then smirked.
"what's your name? " I countered, defensively.
"never mind. I don't have to say. your below me."
"excuse me?"
" You heard me. I am her main one, the one she really loves, your just a 'fill in', a 'fluff piece'." She laughed, blowing bubbled off my tit. I covered it with a glare.
"Say it, your just Miss Parks 'silly willy'. SAY it..." the cruel girl demanded.
I was mortified, but also strangely, my nipples were perking up, despite myself. her tone was just so, naturally 'right', and here I was, playing in suds, nude, like a soaked up slut.
"i...i am just a..." I stamered, fighting tears as she smugly crossed her arms, then a voice boomed from behind her,
"Heather, that's enough!"
it was Jane alright. She walked up and brought her a single finger to heather's shoulder, guiding her to the carpet too, where she knelt.
I said nothing, embarrassed as I stood there, thankful the suds were still, mostly hiding me, and embarrassed another girl was watching us now.
my eyes quickly flicked over Miss Janey's body, they stopped and I suddenly stood transfixed by the sight before me. She had her coat on, but I hadn't seen what she'd on beneath it. She had a pastel turquoise see through lacey bodystocking of her own, black boots to her thighs, which could have looked outlandish, but somehow seemed to make her all the more sexy and exotic!
She had no pubic hair, and I could clearly see the smooth skin of her lips and the slit of her pussy through the bodystocking. My cunny grew tingly, and my nipples got even more marble and erect through the drying suds.
It happened so quickly that I didn't know what to do, I couldn't very well stand there with my pussy aching, nipples perky and announcing my heat, hands finally succumbing to the vulva of my OWN body. I was AGHAST I was touching myself before Janey poo, but I couldn't help it!!!! I was so hot, so fast that to this day I'm amazed that I didn't pass out from lack of blood to my brain!
"Jenbug, your hands are wandering..." She smirked, heather stuck out her tongue childishly. I blushed, and hoped the suds were covering my lewd display before Miss Jane Parks and her... 'friend'.
Then Jane sat down and made herself comfy, as I stood before them, mortified and incredibly aroused, telling myself I was still 'clothed' from the fluffy suds, which thankfully hid my puss puss!
until jane had heather crawl over, pucker up, and 'blow' some off my pubis!
ooooooohhhhhhh!!!!" I whined as my feet danced back and forth, doing the same 'little girl pee pee dance' I'd done on Janey poo's porch, only I wasn't suffering from the need to pee. I was just humiliated and trying to not make it obvious I wanted to play my fingers quickly across my brazen little pussy mound before these two ladies, in miss park's living room!!!
I wanted to die. to cry.
I kept fingering.
"Oops, jenbug LOST some suds, didn't she heather? does that upset out witto jenbug? Why, she's so hot and bothered, the poor thing looks close to TEARS doesn't she heather?" Janey poo chuckled warmly. no, coldly.
"Janey...please make her stop.." I whimpered as heather kept puckering, pooting more suds away from my emerging pubic mound!
"Janey? she gets to call you Janey too?" Heather frowned, but Jane pushed her foot into heather, who resumed her duty of denuding me of suds at a faster pace now, as Jane relished my playing with myself before them both, shamelessly.
"Tell her I'm your favorite, okay Janey poo?" heather hissed as she sat back, by pussy now nakedly visible, fingers buried to the hilt, my body arched over as I sunk down to my knees...
"She's my fav jenbug. sorry. Your just not as cute or lovable as she is!" Janey said with syrupy sweetness, my gut burning in anger and HURT she'd be so cruel. this, hurt and made my cunny ache perhaps most of all the emotional rejection, while playing with myself THROUGH it all...
" And did she say you could slid to your knees little snoopy girl?" heather laughed, as I scrambled to my feet, arched on my balls of my feet, 'at attention' before them, still fingerfucking myself silly and furious I'd voluntarily followed Heather's comments now too!
"My what a display your making for our little ladybug, aren't you? I can't wait to read the note tomorrow!" Janey mocked,
"but, your 'seeing' the note now, aren't you?" cracked heather dimly.
"hush up baby!" Janey rolled her eyes, playfully stroked heather's nipples, as she continued to watch me hump my own hand, arched on my tip toes now, as I felt my pride being destroys, I did the only thing my panic-stricken brain could think of, I spun around and faced the counter, hiding my 'hand fuck' in the corner, my back to them.
"Oops. somebody's suddenly SHYYYYYYYY. Gosh, are you OK, Jenbug?" Janey Poo asked, her voice suddenly very mockingly concerned.
I knew she obviously seen my butt now, since I'd spun around so quickly, but I'm sure she easily deduced I was hiding nothing, just embarrassing myself more.
I mumbled something incoherent and stared into the corner under the top cabinets. arms still jerking my cunny rhythmically, as if staring at the corner saved my pride.
"Are you OK?" she repeated, still concerned at my lack of coherent response. Heather giggled. I wanted to curl up and disappear.
I mutely nodded my head up and down, willing my erect nipples to subside. They Ignored me. I could feel the flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, nose inches from the wall, knowing, FEELING janey poo's eyes riding across me, my soapy curves, calves, small of my back, breasts peeking from my sides, the nipples showing as I turned slightly, giving her a little 'show'. I hated this display I was making as I kept jerking my cunny silly to their snickers and echoing laughter, but I simply didn't know what ELSE to do.
In the end, Jane's gentle voice came to my rescue.
"Uh oh...looks like our stuuuuupid little dipshit jenbug's got a moist, soaking sticky ITCHY li'l 'soapy cunt', and just can't stop scratching, isn't that right princess? Does mommies witto babygrrrrrrrl gotta witto cunny that's drippy poo? , does she???," she said soothingly, reasonably, which made it all the more mocking and arousing!
I didn't respond for several moments,
and she let the silence draw out.
Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't deny the obvious, especially since she'd put it out in the open so plainly.
My lack of answer made me feel even stupider, as if I was too dumb to even respond. I felt my neck and face heat further and nodded jerkily.
'Or is my little jenbug too...confused? feel, stupefied? Dumb?" Janey asked, punching the last word with cruel warmth.
"say it, say your too dumb and stupid to answer!" heather hiccuped, then made herself giggle, surprising herself.
"I am too... dumb..to..." I said, breaking down, feeling ashamed as I brought a second hand to my own cunny now, humping, grinding my pelvis to the corner now, sobbing, crying...
"It's OK, Jenbug. It's natural. It's nothing to be ashamed of," Janey poo continued in the same reasonable tone. "You can turn around, your erect nipples and 'hand humping' won't offend my sensibilities."
But, I couldn't! My traitorous clitty was soar from all my rubbing and I was sure, throbbing obscenely as I'd noticed when I'd played with myself before a mirror. I was ashamed, no JENBUG was ashamed of how it looked like a little wee wee, peeking out for all the world to see, red, exposed, so so WET, I shook my head, still not trusting myself to speak.
"Jenny' turn around." Janey's voice didn't ask.
I shook my head again, not daring to move.
Her tone took on a firmer quality, "Jenny' If you stand in the corner all day, we won't get much work done. Are you planning to finish my carpets with BOTH hands on your pussy like that? " She paused for a moment to let that sink in. I whimpered, realizing what a fool I looked, ponytail shaking furiously, nose in the corner, so close to orgasm now.
"Should we tape her hands to the carpet vacuum heather? then she'd be able to both jobs at once, huh?" They both busted up playfully.
I was grunting now, full wings of orgasm to the sound of their sweet cruel laughter! Embarrassment or not, I decided I could increase my shame and humiliation if i DIDN'T stay with my nose (not to mention my nipples and crotch) stuck in the corner, and turn around to see Jane's face. Besides, I need that, jane's face, some look of love, of compassion for me, that I WAS a god little girl and HAD done a good job, cleaning her house, doing cute little chores, finger fucking myself!
Reluctantly, I turned around to face Jane Parks, my mother's neighbor, a distinguished lady over twice my age, a respected member of the community. For the first time in my young life, I stood in full view of another woman, with my rosy peaks of my nipples as hard as a little rocks.
I hung my head in shame, not daring to look at her.
"Jenny'" she said, her voice resolved, "look at me."
I slowly raised my face, but wouldn't make eye contact with her.
"Jenbug." The one word
was all it took.
When my eyes finally met hers, I could see that she was neither embarrassed, nor suprised. In fact, she seemed completely at ease. She was sitting on heather's face, grinding away to a peaceful orgasm, as she smirked at me, my hands grasping the vacuum, to my orgasm fading, the idea of being duct taped so I couldn't play with myself, or simply to keep me focused on work AND fingerfucking, blazing shamefully in my head, as I started vacuuming the carpet, totally nude, earrings jangling dippily, placid look on my blitzed face, ponytail bopping, letting the cleaner's handle 'bump' into my crotch as Janey 'rode' heather's face, and my employer gazed into my eyes...
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
