By the time Jason got home that evening, he was exhausted. Shambling zombie-like through the door, he tried to sit the pack with his books in it on the table nearby. Lacking the energy to sit it back far, the backpack teetered for a moment and then fell to the floor with a slight crash. Blinking dumbfounded at it, Jason half leaned against the wall and stared at the pack like it’d betrayed him somehow.
“Young master? All you all right?” Coming around the corner with her hair up in a net, Penny had a worried expression on her face, which quickly turned to alarm. “Jason, are you okay? Did you take your medicine proper this afternoon?” Dropping the duster she was holding, she rushed over to where he was and quickly placed a worried hand to his forehead. Worried, Penny yelled out for her granddaughter. “Pam! I’m going to need you in here. Bring us a chair, and be quick about it!”
“I… I forgot it this afternoon,” Jason mumbled, leaning on Penny as she wrapped an arm around his waist to help steady him.
Pamela came rushing into the living room, dragging a kitchen chair with her. The top on her maid’s uniform was completely unbuttoned and she only had one sock on – apparently she’d been in the middle of changing when her grandmother called. “Here, sit,” she offered lightly, sliding the chair behind Jason. Wrapping an arm around him, she helped Penny ease him down into it gently.
“He forgot his medicine again,” Penny informed Pam, clicking her tongue in the top of her mouth disapprovingly, before turning her attention back to Jason. “Is your emergency medicine in your pack, young master?”
Not bothering to wait for an answer, Pam rushed over and grabbed up his backpack. Unzipping it, she began to search all the different pockets. Not finding what she was looking for, she dropped the pack on the floor, hopped over the books and papers that spilled out, and rushed deeper into the house.
A few moments later, she dashed back in to the living room and tapped a vial a few times against her hip to make certain the medicine was properly shaken up – they had been warned that it could sometimes settle in the liquid, or something like that. Taking one of the needles in her other hand, she lifted it to her mouth and tugged off the plastic shield over the end, and then stuck it into the top of the bottle and filled it with a steady hand.
“This might sting a little,” she warned Jason, kneeing down to take his left arm, not the least bit concerned about the view she was currently offering. Tapping his arm with her fingers a few times, she located what felt like a good vein to her and, with practiced precision, injected him smoothly with his medication. “There. All done,” she told him, sitting the needle down on the ground and digging in the pocket of her uniform to pull out a small piece of cotton to hold over where she’d injected him.
After a moment, to make certain the bleeding had stopped, Pam switched hands and held the cotton with her left fingers, while digging into the pocket of her uniform again with the right. Pulling out a bandage with a purple dinosaur design decorating the back, the peeled it open gently with her teeth and then placed it over the cotton to hold it in place.
Penny watched over everything with a furrowed brow, but said nothing. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, she bent down and picked up the used needle and small vial of medicine. Holding her hands out to take the trash from the back of the bandage from Pam, she nodded lightly before heading back into the house. “Watch him and yell at me if he doesn’t straighten up soon,” she told Pam, stopping at the door to the other room.
“I will Gran,” Pam promised, easing over to start picking up whatever had fallen out of Jason’s backpack.
“Good,” Penny nodded. “Just one thing dear. You might want to button up before someone else gets here.” Turning with a half smirk on her face, she slowly strode out of the room.
Glancing down puzzled, Pam half blushed and turned her back to the doorway where her grandmother had just walked out of. Staring over at Jason, Pam half shrugged to herself, unconcerned that he might see her. Bending over, she deliberately ignored the way her top fell open as she bent down and pulled the one sock off her right foot. Straightening up, she tucked it into the left pocket on her uniform and then walked over to feel Jason’s forehead with the back of her hand.
Relieved that he didn’t feel quite as cool and clammy, Pam began to button up the top of her dress. “So where’s your uniform, Jason?” She asked lightly, frowning a little to herself.
“Someone stole it from my locker during gym,” Jason lied, head tilted back and eyes closed. “I looked for it after P.E. and couldn’t find it anywhere. I missed my shower, so I probably stink and need to go take one.”
Seeing he was struggling to rise, Pam forgot about her top and wrapped her arm around his waist instead. Worriedly she asked, “Shouldn’t you wait a few more moments before moving around much?”
“I’ll be fine,” Jason tried to reassure her, even as she guided him through the house. Blinking a few times in confusion, Jason finally asked, “Pam? Where we going? We missed the stairs to the second floor.”
“I’m taking you to the servant’s bath,” she told him in a voice that brooked no arguing. “I don’t trust you going up the steps just yet, and if anyone doesn’t like it they can just kiss my ass. And that includes you,” she told him, imitating her grandmother’s exasperated half-snort.
“Yes ma’am,” Jason told her, not arguing the point. “I’m sorry,” he apologized lightly. “I’m such a burden. To you. To father. To everyone.” Sighing deeply, he hung his head as he let himself be guided down the narrower servant hall.
“I’ll tell you if you’re ever a burden to me,” Pam snorted, stopping to make certain the looked at her. “Until then, I don’t ever want to hear you say such things again. I can’t speak for your father, or for anyone else, but you’re not burden for me. And,” half glaring at him, “unless you just consider me a nobody, that means you’re not a burden to everyone either. I don’t want to hear that type of talk anymore either.”
“Sorry ma’am,” Jason blushed, looking down, unable to meet her fierce gaze.
Sighing deeply, Pam slowly started walking again, heading into the bathroom. “The name’s Pam, not ma’am. They’re similar enough but different. Seems like someday you’d remember it,” she sighed. Making certain the lid was down on the toilet – sometimes the cook or driver would leave it up like some sort of wild barbarian – Pam gently guided Jason over and sat him down upon it. Without even asking, she knelt down, unlaced his shoes, and yanked them. and then his socks, off.
“I’ll be back in just a moment,” she promised, letting him rest his head against the wall where the toilet paper hung, before turning and walking out of the room. By the time she’d returned a few moments later, dragging the kitchen chair with her from where he’d sat earlier in the living room, Jason had already struggled out of his shirt and pants and was standing there in just his boxers.
“I told gran to bring you a fresh change of clothes for the evening,” Pam told him, nonchalantly ignoring his state of half dress as she placed the chair in the shower and turned it on, checking the temperature with her hand. Turning the knobs a few times until she was satisfied, she finally turned and looked back over at Jason.
“Well just don’t stand there like a lump on the log,” Pam laughed lightly. “Get those off and get in here. Or,” pointing to his boxers, she asked, “do you need my help with those?”
“I.. I don’t need any help. I can take it from here,” Jason assured her.
“Not gonna happen.” Shaking her head defiantly, Pam flatly rejected his objection. “You’re still too staggery to stand on your own; I’m not going to leave you now.” Striding over, she gently tugged at the top of his boxers, pulling them down, and then wrapped an arm around his waist again.
“Lean on me,” she commanded, as she helped guide him to the shower. “Careful stepping up and in. Don’t fall on us now.”
“I won’t,” Jason promised, slowly and carefully working one leg and then the other up into the tub. The effort was enough to make his knees start to knock and tremble together, causing him to plop down in the chair a little harder than intended. The wood creaked warningly and slid, leaving a stained streak where it scrubbed the bottom of the tub, but held.
Sighing with relief, Jason titled his head forward and leaned under the water as it rained down, massaging his neck and shoulders.
Keeping a hand on him for a moment more to make certain he was steady and wasn’t going to tilt to one side or the other, Pam finally let go of her hand on his shoulder and backed up into the bathroom. Taking a few quick moments, she picked up his dirty clothes and folded and stacked them neatly on the sink. Grabbing several towels from the small closet, she laid them thick across the floor, not caring how many she might dirty up. Finally, she pulled a few extra towels and washcloths from the closet and draped them over the edge of the shower where they’d be easy to reach.
Checking to make certain that all the soap and shampoo was already where she could reach it, she nodded in satisfaction to herself. Without bothering to unfasten the few buttons she’d already did up on the front of her dress, Pam pulled it up and wiggled it over her head. A moment later, she stepped out of her panties, picked them up, and then stacked her clothes in a neatly folded pile beside Jason’s, before finally stepping up into the shower behind him.
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“Wha… what?” Startled, Jason opened his eyes and glanced back noticing her when she started to rub her hands through his hair. Confused, and blushing slightly, all he could do is call out her name. “Pam?”
“Close your eyes,” she ordered, gently flicking him on the nose.
“I’m sorry!” Jason blushed brightly, turned his back to her, and closed his eyes shut tight. “I didn’t mean to look. I was just surprised.”
“Not that,” Pam assured him with a laugh. “I just didn’t want you to get soap in your eyes and burn them. Keep them closed while I wash your hair.”
“I.. I can do that,” Jason assured her, hoping she didn’t see how red his face was.
“You probably can,” Pam agreed, “but not tonight. You missed your medicine and I’ve seen you like this before. You’ll be lucky to keep your eyes opened during the whole bath.”
“I can’t,” Jason said, trying to joke. “You already told me to close them. There’s no way I can keep them open for the whole bath.”
“Ha ha. Very funny mister.” Pam lightly flipped him on one ear with a wet and soapy finger. “You know what I meant.”
“Sorry,” Jason apologized.
“And don’t say you’re sorry all the time,” she told him. “Aren’t you the boss around here?”
“Sorry,” Jason apologized again, reflexively, causing Pam to laugh lightly.
Trying to steer the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go Pam asked, “So why’d you miss your medicine at lunch anyway?”
Letting her lift his head back to scrub under his neck, Jason cracked open and eye and peeked at the water draining down and around her bare breasts. “My friends and I got to talking about a new game we were playing – ‘Winter’s Tale’. William got so excited telling us all about the things he was doing, that I just got wrapped up in the moment and forgot.”
“Lean up,” Pam ordered lightly, “and rinse that out. If you’re not too dizzy or anything, stay leaned up for a few moments and I’ll wash your back.” Nodding, Jason leaned forward and let the water wash back over his head and neck, while taking the opportunity to stare freely at as much of Pam’s legs and feet as he could see without her noticing as she stood beside him.
Squirting cool soap from a bottle down his back, Pam slowly began to scrub and lather it up. “So in this game, are you having fun? What are you playing?”
“Yeah, it’s a lot of fun,” Jason told her. “It’s a little confusing sorting everything out, since there’s no real instruction manual to anything. The developers wanted it to be a ‘learn as you go’ type experience, and from the way it sounded with everyone talking at lunch, I’m not so certain if it doesn’t have multiple ways to do things.
“Kyle talked about how he created his character,” Jason told her, stretching to lean forward a bit more so Pam could scrub his lower back easier, and so he could have a better look at her lower half. “I don’t think his process was anything like how I did it,” he informed her, a slight smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. “He selected everything from a list, whereas I told the game what type of traits I wanted in a character and it generated one for me.”
Sticking her hands under the water, Pam rinsed off the suds covering them. As she took a step up closer around the side to direct the water flow with her hands so it’d rinse over his back better, Jason grinned widely as he could see the well-trimmed black hairs of her pubic region. “Curl… curly,” Jason whispered softly as he stared.
“What was curly?” Pam asked, at first thinking he was talking about the game. When Jason didn’t answer, she instinctively followed his gaze and half blushed. Stubbornly, she held her head high, took a deep breath, and then took another stop around the side of the chair.
“Lean back again,” she ordered lightly, working up her courage. As Jason slowly leaned back, she moved and stood directly in front of him. Letting the water run over her own short hair, she steeled her face to not blush as she lifted both arms and began to scrub her fingers though it. “Is there a problem with them being curly?” She asked,
“No… no… Not at all!” Jason reassured her, turning bight as he stared her full naked body up and down as water and suds slowly drifted over it. “I just thought you might’ve shaved it or something,” Jason blabbered on, not really knowing what to say.
Keeping her tone purely conversational, Pam asked, “Do you prefer them shaved?”
“Errr…” Blinking, Jason blushed brightly a few times and then simply shrugged his shoulders. How could he possibly admit that he’d never actually seen a woman’s bottom in person before, so all he had was his imagination and the internet to guess at which was better – and from that limited experience, he thought either way was quite fine with him.
“I… I guess I’m not picky,” Jason finally answered. “I try hard not to judge anyone on looks at all. I want to get to know them for the type of person they are, not the way they look as a person.”
Laughing lightly, Pam turned to rinse the water from her hair, giving him a good look at her whole backside. “That’s an excellent answer,” she told him seriously. “You’re a good man, my lord Jason.” Inwardly, she made a mental note to shave later, thinking he probably preferred a woman smooth, but was simply too embarrassed to say so.
“So this game,” she asked, laughing as she turned back around and knelt on her knees before him, “what are you playing in it? Are you some type of huge barbarian warlord or something?” Squirting soap on a washcloth, she leaned up and began to lather Jason’s legs to clean them.
Too embarrassed, and enjoying the view too much, Jason didn’t try and tell her to stop. “I’m a dwarf in the game,” he told her, half hypnotized enjoying the sensation and watching her at the same time.
“A dwarf?” Pam kept her voice cool and neutral, and kept her head down to hide the blush on her face. She really shouldn’t be prying into Jason’s personal business, but she just couldn’t help herself. If she was going to help him in game, she had to learn more about which character he played and how she could be of service to him. “What’s his name? What’s he do? Is he a guard?”
Both bright red and ashamed of themselves – for two vastly different reasons – Jason answered any question Pam asked about the game, immediately forgetting about it afterwards. His brain was boob-damaged – embarrassed, unable to stop watching and staring, trying hard not to let the blood flow so quickly to his nether regions so as to embarrass him for life. Took many thoughts, emotions, and worries were filling his addled brain, and he answered every question almost robotically.
By the time Pam had finished bathing him from head to toe, she was almost in tears. Turning her back on Jason, she scrubbed herself hard, trying to wash the guilt away. She’d broken his trust, learned everything about his personal, private character, and it was all for her own selfish reasons. She truly was a horrible person.
Jason, on the other hand, felt almost as horrible. Her she was, sacrificing her modesty to help talk care of his worthless self, and all he could do is stare and ogle her like some fat pervert. He’d enjoyed the show, but he was feeling guilty for being the type of loser that someone like her had to endure being around, just because it was their job! She wasn’t even eighteen yet, and her she was, still stuck taking care of a loser like him who just treated her like a fancy piece of meat, like any other chauvinistic pig.
Neither said much, lost in their own guilt, as Pam helped him out of the tub and unto the towels. Grabbing one from where she’d laid it early, she glanced over and saw that her grandmother had apparently came by and checked on them while they were in the shower. Both her clothes and Jason’s were gone, replaced by a small bundle of clean ones. Digging into them, Pam helped Jason into a clean pair of silken blue pajamas – it was all Penny had left for him – and slid a long thin nightshirt over her own frame; it too being the only thing for her to wear.
“Let’s get you on upstairs and to bed for now,” she softly whispered to Jason, wrapping an arm around his shoulders once again. “What would you like for supper? Anything in particular? Would you like for me to wait and bring it a little later to you this evening, so you can rest without being disturbed for a while.”
“Anything’s fine,” Jason shrugged. “Waiting until later would be nice though. I’m fine now, but I’m tired. I wouldn’t mind sleeping for a few hours, if you don’t mind bringing me something into my room then instead?”
“That’ll be fine,” Pam promised, happy to see that his steps were much more solid and that he barely rested any weight on her shoulders now. The bath and the medicine was working.
Getting him back into his room, she helped tuck Jason into bed, then tiptoed out and gently shut the door behind her. Easing several steps down the hallway so she wouldn’t disturb him, she finally broke into a dead run, rushing to lock herself in her own room. Leaping on the bed, she pulled her pillow up tight against her chest and bawled into it like a baby, wracked with the guilt she felt for lying and invading Jason’s personal business.
Jason, on the other hand, was also clutching a pillow tight. Guilt and embarrassment forgotten now that he was alone, his mind rewound every moment as he shamelessly tried to burn Pam’s image into his brain, with his pajamas pulled down around his knees.
Both slept deeply for a while after that, though both for vastly different reasons.