It took Becky about 45 minutes to exit the bathroom. Fortunately, she had managed to get the bathroom cleaned up, but her hair and clothes were all drenched in the mystery woman's urine and there was nothing she could do about it.
Becky felt excited and dirty and worried and vulnerable. She had never been sexual with a woman and had never been dominated anything like that. The urine was both repulsive and intoxicating to her. Her shame was beginning to kick in strongly. Basically, she was a hot mess as she emerged.
When she returned to the living room, there was a white notecard with impeccable handwriting sitting on her supply bucket. It read:
Becky,
Come to my office immediately.
~ Charles
A black pit opened in Becky's belly and her insides all fell in.
===
Charles looked up from his laptop to see Becky, standing like a drowned cat at the entrance to his office.
Well this is unexpected.
He thought.
What on earth did Samantha do to you?
He silently motioned for Becky to enter.
I was imagining that you would open up over the next month or more, but you just dove off the deep end Becky. There's no way around it - time to see what you're made of.
Becky shuffled over across from his desk.
"So?" Charles raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry Mr. Charles, it will never happen again." Becky pleaded. "It's just that I was worried that the woman was being hurt, and then I needed to use the bathroom, and then... and then... She PEE'D ON ME!" Followed by sobs of tears in her humiliation. Becky wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die.
Charles sniffed the air. He took another look at Becky's clingy damp clothes and frazzled hair. He managed to suppress a chuckle.
Really, Samantha?
He made a mental note to come back to Samantha's behavior.
But right now: Becky. How much do you want to play the victim here?
"Ok Becky, take a deep breath for me."
Becky complied.
"Now stand up tall like you were in your interview with me this morning."
Slowly, Becky raised her head.
"Becky, do you remember the three special agreements that you made?"
Becky's eyes became distant for a moment and then she nodded yes with a whimper.
"Did you break any of those agreements today?" Charles asked flatly. He observed Becky's body language express her internal struggle with the question.
"A little." Becky said weakly.
Charles crossed his arms over his chest and said nothing. The silence stretched for 10 seconds.
"Ok, technically I spoke with that blonde woman, but she's the one who barged into the bathroom while I was busy with...um..." She went from being defensive to terrified. "While I was cleaning it!" She blurted out.
"Becky, the first agreement is no lying, no sneaking, and no stealing." Charles' tone conveyed disappointment. "You left all your cleaning supplies in the living room."
"Oh." Becky flushed red and her shoulders caved inward. She looked at the floor and absently traced a circle on the tile with her toes.
"Ok" She confessed, "when that woman came in, she caught me touching myself."
There it is.
He thought. "Touching yourself how?" Charles' tone conveyed innocent curiosity.
Becky looked up at him sharply. "Y'know. Down there." She made a waving motion with her hand.
Charles nodded. He could feel his cock start to tingle. "And then what happened?"
"I knew I would be in trouble. I begged her not to tell. And she said if I did what she wanted she promised not to tell anyone."
"And then?"
"And then she peed on me, and she made me drink her pee, and she made me..." Becky's eyes got wide, "She made me lick her pussy while I touched myself."
Charles' jaw involuntarily dropped open. He was suddenly fully hard as the visualization of the scene played across his mind. He was grateful to be sitting behind his desk.
Becky smiled. And then she giggled.
"Did you like it?"
Becky looked back down at her feet and smiled as she nodded.
"Ok Becky, why were you in the bathroom touching yourself on your first day of work here?"
Becky jolted back into terror. And then a big wince. Followed by, "Because I got turned on listening to that woman's orgasm behind the red door."
Charles sat up straight. He could feel his body confirm that he now had the full story.
I was hoping you'd listen in and get turned on. Your encounter with Samantha was not part of the plan,
he mused.
Ok, moment of truth.
"Well Becky," His voice was all business now, "You did a good job cleaning most of the house, but you broke your contract with me." He paused to let that sink in. "I'm going to give you two options: either you can walk away now. I'll pay you for your work today, and that will be the end of our engagement..."
Becky's heart sank.
"Or, in addition to the four hours of housecleaning per week, you will spend another four hours in
service training
with me. That will be unpaid time and you will agree to surrender into this training completely."
Now we discover what you really want.
"Service training? What does that mean?"
"I'm sorry Becky, even if I wanted to tell you it wouldn't matter. Your training will depend on whatever is arising in the space. I surrender into it every bit as deeply as I'm asking from you. You'll either have to find out for yourself, or walk away."
For Becky, there was no question. It wasn't about the job, or the money, or even nursing school anymore. There was something happening in this house - something very
alive
- and she wanted to be a part of it.
"Ok Charles. I'm in!" Becky gulped at her excitement.
Charles smiled.
I knew I had a good feeling about this one!
"Wonderful! Your training starts now. First thing: go take a shower and I will set out a change of clothes. Meet me in the living room in half an hour."
===
Becky was waiting when Charles entered the living room half an hour later carrying a pitcher of water and two glasses. She was wearing the wife-beater tank top and nylon running shorts that Charles had laid out - clearly there wasn't a woman living in this house. She decided it was sexy in a locker-room kind of way.
The first thing that Charles noticed was that Becky had taken out her pearl earrings.
That marks a shift. I suppose I need to give most of the credit for Becky's deflowering to Samantha.
He sat down across from Becky, closed his eyes, and took a breath to center himself.
"If you're going to work in my house, you're going to have to grow a spine."
Becky sat up straight.
"Not like that." sharply, then more softly: "Do you know why Samantha peed on you?"
Her name is Samantha!
She registered. "Because she had to go?" Becky guessed.
"Try again."
"Because she's an evil bitch?"
Charles had to laugh.
Becky might have a little grit after all.
"Even if that were true, it's not the answer. Animals pee to mark their territory. She owns you now Becky."
A grimace of disgust passed Becky's face as she tried to wipe the memory off her skin.
"You haven't learned how to say 'No' and mean it, and you haven't learned how to say 'Stop' either."
"Yes, I have!" Becky argued.
"See, this is exactly what I'm talking about." Charles leveled.
"I can too say 'no' and 'stop'!" Her voice was getting higher.
Clearly unconvinced: "Ok, prove it."
Becky's lips pursed as she sucked in a breath of air. "Now Charles, you stop pestering me right now!"
Oh God - I sound just like my mother,
