Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 5
Chapter 5

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia was more than happy to finally head home for the day, before Dr. Jadin found some new twist to throw at her to finally push her too far. Though she was sure she’d hear about it the next day, she slipped out as soon as the clock hit five, without popping her head in to say goodbye, although, after a moment of deliberation, she had left a quick note saying she was feeling a little sick.

The night before, she hadn’t even bothered to change out of her dress, had just eaten her supper in it and then changed into her night things to watch TV. Tonight, however, she couldn’t wait to get home so she could put on something sexy and slinky, even if it was only for herself, and only for a couple hours, just to remind herself that she could be those things. She reminded herself that the week was almost half done, and then it would be the weekend, and she could dress any way she wanted, which was certain to be the complete opposite of whatever juvenile frippery Dr. Jadin chose for her the next few days.

She let out a sigh of relief as she stepped into her apartment, her sanctuary from the insanity she’d gotten herself involved in, kicking her shoes off and scurrying back to her room, wishing she was coordinated enough to slip out of her tights as she walked. "Finally," she breathed, turning the corner into her bedroom...

Only to let out a shocked gasp, heart stopping for a moment as she saw a figure standing there. She felt a squirt of pee make its way into her panties from fear, soaking into and through the material, dampening the crotch of her tights ever so slightly. As soon as she recognized the person, she felt not only silly for having done so, but downright horrified.

"What... the hell... are you doing?!" she demanded. "For that matter, how the hell do you know where I live?!"

"Hello," Diane smiled down at her patronizingly. "It’s nice to see you, too."

"Why are you in my apartment?!" Alicia demanded, starting to get over her initial fear, turning it into anger.

"Because Dr. Jadin told me to come here," she said, delighting as she saw Alicia’s face go white. "She’s a very busy woman, and she didn’t have time to get your new wardrobe by herself, so she asked me to do it. And since I know you don’t know anything about these sorts of clothes, I offered to help you pick out a nice, new outfit for tomorrow. It’s laying there on your bed..."

"I think I’ll be fine," Alicia told her icily. "Now get out."

"That’s no way to talk to me," Diane shook her head, pretending to be hurt. "After I went to all that work picking out nice new clothes for you... See, aren’t they nice?"

With that, she threw open Alicia’s closet door, revealing a sea of pastels. Alicia’s eyes went wide. "Where are my old clothes?!"

"Oh, I know you’d be too tempted by them," Diane said with a smile. "So I took care of them... You know, just for the time being."

Alicia nearly stopped breathing for a moment. "How dare... You... You... That’s theft! I’m calling the police on you, you..."

"I’m sure that will go well," Diane shrugged calmly. "A little girl like you, calling the cops on her babysitter."

"I am not a little girl!" Alicia growled.

Diane cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Prove it."

"I don’t have to prove it!" Alicia sputtered. "You know!"

"I do," Diane agreed, "but will the police? Will you show them your ID?"

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Yes, I will, it’s right..." She dug through her purse, a sinking feeling entering her stomach as she realized her driver’s license wasn’t there. Instead, there was one of Dr. Jadin’s business cards. "Wait, but..."

"You asked me earlier how I knew where you lived. Funny thing... It’s printed right on your driver’s license, so Dr. Jadin let me borrow it for a minute, along with your keys. But she wasn’t paying very close attention when I put it back."

"You give it back right now!" Alicia demanded. "I need that!"

"If you were an adult, I’d agree," Diane said. "But you’re not. You’re just a kid who was too big for her britches. I don’t know what weird thing you and Dr. Jadin are doing, but I have to say, I like it."

"Screw you," Alicia snarled.

"So," Diane continued over her, "I’m keeping your driver’s license."

"How the hell am I supposed to get to work?" Alicia asked.

"I’m glad you asked that," Diane grinned. "I’m going to take you. Isn’t that nice of me? It’s a little out of my way, but for you, I’ll do it. I’ll pick you up every morning, drop you off every evening. Which means you won’t need this anymore either." Before Alicia could stop her, she’d snatched away Alicia’s purse. "This is more your speed now," she said, handing Alicia a small pink, plastic purse with a picture of a ladybug on it.

"That’s it," Alicia shook her head. "I’m calling the cops!"

"Oh, please do," Diane nodded. "I’d like to see you do it. After all, I know you don’t have a landline here. And I’m willing to bet your cell phone’s in here." She patted the purse she’d just taken, watching Alicia’s face fall as she did so. "Maybe you should go visit one of your neighbors. I’m sure you know them all, right? I’m sure they know you well enough to recognize you as a big girl, even dressed like that."

"They do," Alicia bluffed. Truth be told, she rarely ever saw anyone else in the building, and certainly wasn’t close with any of them. But there was no way for Diane to know that... Was there?

"That’s funny," Diane said. "Since when I was taking your clothes out, the nice lady next door asked me if I was moving out already. We had a very nice conversation... Talked a lot about my little girl." Alicia stared up at her, face ashen, the realization of just what she had gotten herself into dawning over her. She wanted very much to tackle the woman, wrestle her purse, her life, away from her, but she doubted she had the strength for it, and that would only make things worse. "Now... Speaking of your clothes... I saw your darling little panties when I was laying them out for you, but I just have to know... What’s on today’s?"

Defeated, head hanging low, Alicia half-heartedly mumbled, "A horse."

"Why don’t you let me see them?"

Alicia stared up at the woman, begging her wordlessly not to make her do it, but she could tell Diane wasn’t backing down. With a sigh, she lifted her skirt.

Diane giggled as she stared down at her. "Oh my, did you..." Alicia’s face turned beet red, telling Diane all she needed to know. She’d almost forgotten about her little fear-induced accident. "You did! Wow, you really did need this, didn’t you? What a disgusting little girl you are. I’m going to have to tell Dr. Jadin about this, you know."

Alicia bottom lip quivered. "Please don’t," she begged, not wanting anyone to know about her humiliating accident, much less the person who already wanted - and was getting - her to dress like a twelve year old. She was sure there was no way this could get any worse. And then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, there we go!" Diane chirped cheerfully, taking Alicia’s hand and pulling her to the door. Diane yanked the door open, revealing Frank on the other side. "Hey, you," she said seductively, leaning in to a kiss, big, possessive, and clearly meant to send a message to the girl standing behind her, shocked. "I knew all boys love it when their girlfriends call them over while they’re babysitting."

"I love it when you call me anytime," Frank said, giving her a kiss of his own. Alicia could only stand there, frozen in shock, watching as his hand moved down her back, then down her leg. She could remember the feeling of his fingertips running down her bare legs, but now, all she felt there was the thick, tight, and slightly damp embrace of her tights. She always felt just a little jealous when she saw him kissing Diane, but this was a whole other thing. She squirmed in her wet panties, watching as the heinous bitch who was ruining her life got the attention she deserved, she needed to make her feel better after her day.

"Well, the kid’s mom came home early, so we can head out."

Frank nodded, said a dismissive, "See ya, kid," without the slightest hint of recognition in his voice and headed back down the hall. Alicia watched him go, wide-eyed, not sure if it was worse realizing that he hadn’t even recognized her, that he’d just thought she was some child, unworthy of a second glance, rather than him just putting on a show for Diane.

"Like I said," Diane said, "your outfit for tomorrow is on the bed. If you’re not wearing it when I come to pick you up, there’ll be trouble."

Alicia nodded numbly, watching as Diane closed her door, then burst into helpless tears at the mess her life had so quickly become.