Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 7
Chapter 7

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia’s stomach began to growl as she stared at the clock on her computer, starting to wonder what she was supposed to do about lunch. She didn’t want to have to go beg Dr. Jadin for money, and since she no longer had her own purse, she didn’t have any of her own. She was just resigning herself to feeling hungry for the rest of the day when Diane stopped by her desk, Frank in tow. Alicia’s heart froze as she saw him, wishing she could vanish somehow. She could feel his gaze on her childish outfit, making her squirm in her seat uncomfortably.

"Now, you know little Ali, don’t you?" Diane asked him with a smile. "She’s been working here for a little while... We just got to talking the other day, and I couldn’t resist taking the poor thing under my wing. You don’t mind her coming to lunch with us, do you?"

"Umm... No," he shook his head, looking a bit confused.

"Oh, that’s all right," Alicia said. "I’m not really hungry..."

She really had lost her appetite, but Diane wouldn’t hear it. "Nonsense! A growing girl like you needs to eat! Now, up, up!" Alicia stood up reluctantly, tugging the hem of her dress down over her tightly cotton-swaddled legs, following the two to the elevator, where, just like the night before, Diane practically attacked Frank with a kiss, though this time Alicia knew that he knew who she was.

He gave her a tiny, apologetic shrug when they were done, as if to say, ’What could I do?’ Alicia just glared at Diane, fuming, realizing now that what had happened the night before really had been preferable. Now Frank knew that he was close, knew that, if he weren’t with Diane, he could be with Alicia... And yet, after seeing her dressed this way, Alicia couldn’t help but wonder if he’d actually want to be with her. It was so much easier just being a part of the background.

Things only got worse once they got to the restaurant. At the counter, Diane had ordered for her - a child’s meal at that, chuckling with Frank that "Little Ali" didn’t eat much - then guided her over to a corner booth, Diane and Frank sliding into the bench, leaving Alicia to sit at the lone chair, watching awkwardly as Diane made out with Frank as they waited for their number to be called. "Be a dear and get that for us, will you?" Diane said when it was, and Alicia was all too glad to be able to leave, if only for a minute.

But if she thought she was getting a reprieve, she was wrong. As she slowly forced herself to eat the grilled cheese sandwich that had been ordered for her, she got to see Diane whispering in Frank’s ear, the two of them giggling lightly. To his credit, Frank did look apprehensive for a moment, at least until Diane said, a little louder than before, "Oh, she doesn’t mind. I’m sure she knows what it’s like to go through the whole day at the office, missing a big, hunky man like you...", and reached under the table.

Alicia squirmed, rubbing her legs together. She knew exactly what it was like, and while her outfit had prevented her from doing anything about it, or even thinking of doing anything, seeing what she was missing now was really reminding her. Especially as the other two finished eating and Diane began to kiss Frank again, grabbing his hand and guiding it to her breast. She watched jealously as he fondled it through her shirt, feeling a warmth building up in her nether regions.

Diane looked over at her for the briefest moment, winking, right before she took Frank’s other hand, pushing it downward, down under the table. Alicia whimpered softly, feeling the warmth in her growing... Until, a moment later, she realized it wasn’t entirely what she thought. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and, blushing she hurriedly excused herself, scurrying off to the bathroom. She made it to the toilet, but, sure enough, as she sat there, staring down at the tights and panties around her knees, she could see a wet spot there, one that let her know she hadn’t been completely on time. She shivered in disgust, her jealousy of Diane forgotten for a moment, as she most certainly wouldn’t want Frank, or anyone’s, hands near her underthings right then.

Why was this happening? She really wasn’t sure. She’d never had a problem with this before. Was it just the stress of the situation getting to her? She supposed that made sense, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating. She stared down at her wet panties forlornly, then, with a sigh, pulled them back up, wrinkling her nose at the dampness next to her skin. She stood, nervously feeling the back of her skirt, making sure it wasn’t wet, before reluctantly heading back out.

Luckily, lunch hour was nearly over, so she only had to bear Diane and Frank’s affection for another couple minutes before she was taken back to the car, then led back to her desk. "Run along now," Diane told Frank when they got there. "I need to talk to Ali for a minute. I’ll see you tonight." She kissed him again, then sent him packing before turning back to Alicia. "You did it again, didn’t you?" she asked. Alicia’s face turned pale. "Don’t try to deny it, I saw you squirming. I know what a wet little girl looks like." She shook her head in disgust. "You really do belong in that daycare, don’t you? My three year old niece has fewer accidents than you."

Alicia shook her head, a tear quivering at the corner of her eye. Diane shook her head, knocked on Dr. Jadin’s door, then went in. Alicia stared at the closed door in shock, hardly able to believe that, not only had she peed herself again, but that it had been so obvious, and that now she was being told on. She was on the verge of crying again when Diane came out and ushered her into the office.

Dr. Jadin was staring down at her - she’d never looked so old, so matronly, and Alicia had never felt so young. "Do you have something to tell me?" she asked.

Alicia glanced up at Diane, wondering if she really hadn’t told her. That seemed almost impossible, but maybe she had caught a break. "I..." She faltered, knowing she should tell the truth, that chances were Diane would make her regret it if she did... But maybe the woman would prefer to hold this over her head, to keep it as future leverage. "I haven’t gotten my survey about the drinks yet..."

Dr. Jadin shook her head, and Alicia, blushing, held up her skirt. "I had another accident," she said.

"I wish you’d told me you had such a problem with this," Dr. Jadin sighed. "It really wouldn’t have been a problem, dear. And I wish you wouldn’t have lied to me first."

"I’m sorry," Alicia squeaked. "It’s just so... embarrassing..."

Dr. Jadin nodded. "I understand, sweetie. But you need to be honest with me. Now, I have a spare pair of underwear for you. In the future, though, I expect you to come get it on your own, instead of making Ms. Diane here do it for you. Now, I want you to thank her for doing it, and apologize for making her."

Alicia gritted her teeth as she stared up at the smug woman. "I’m sorry," she managed to say, "and thank you."

"Oh, it’s no problem," Diane waved it off. "Now would you like me to help you get changed?" Alicia started to say no, but after looking up at Dr. Jadin, thought better of it and reluctantly nodded. Diane took the new panties - light green, with a castle - from Dr. Jadin with one hand, and held Alicia’s hand with the other, leading her to the nearest bathroom. "Can you do it yourself?" she asked once they were in there, "or do I need to do that, too?"

"Bite me," Alicia pouted, snatching the panties away and retreating to a stall, where she stripped out of her tights and panties, putting on the new pair. She came out of the stall carrying her wet things, which Diane quickly snatched away, throwing them into the garbage. "Hey!"

"What? You’re not putting those nasty things in my car, unless you brought a nice diaper bag to put them in. Did you? Because I sure didn’t. Now go get to work. We’re leaving at five o’clock sharp to get you some groceries."

Alicia was a little surprised at that, making her wonder if Diane sort of cared after all, at least enough to keep her from starving. As it turned out, though, the "we" who did the shopping was mostly Diane, steering the cart and putting in whatever she felt like, while Alicia trailed after her, protesting how little she liked the foods that were being chosen, only to be ignored, for the most part, and then loudly shushed when Diane’d had too much of her. Then Alicia followed her, pouting, not caring that she must look like a kid who had been told she wasn’t going to get her favorite cereal, so stop asking about it. Alicia recognized the credit card Diane used to pay for it all as her own, but, of course, it went right back into Diane’s purse when she was done with it.

After they’d unloaded everything into Alicia’s kitchen, she was left in charge of unpacking it while Diane picked out her clothes for the next day. Before she left, she stopped back by the kitchen again. "So, did you pee yourself again?" she asked snidely.

"No, I didn’t," Alicia glared at her.

"You know what? I don’t believe you. Let’s see."

Alicia rolled her eyes, but, knowing that arguing wouldn’t do her any good, lifted her skirt. "You seem awfully obsessed with my underwear," she pointed out. "Don’t you think that’s strange?"

Diane smiled down at her. "Strange? There’s nothing odd about it. Maybe I just have a crush on you." With that, she bent over, giving Alicia a kiss right on the lips. Alicia had never thought of herself as a lesbian, or even a bisexual, but after the frustrations of the last couple days, she found herself giving into the kiss almost too easily, letting it sweep over her. And, even worse, she found herself getting turned on by it, unable to keep a moan from escaping her lips.

At that, Diane let her go, sending her stumbling back, knees weak, having to sit down in a chair for a moment. "Please! You little slut. I just know that I can’t trust you to keep your panties clean. And I know you like flashing them, don’t you?" She shook her head, laughing. "I’ll see you tomorrow, little girl."

Alicia shook her head, trying to clear her cloudy thoughts. She’d never been attracted to a woman before, and she knew she wasn’t really attracted to Diane... But that kiss had been awfully nice, and, probably more importantly, had reminded her of what she’d seen Diane and Frank doing that day, which led her to think about what she and Frank used to do. Feeling frustrated, and lonely, she retreated to her room, to the bottom drawer of her dresser, where she kept her vibrator, itching to feel it between her legs.

But, just like her make-up, just like her adult clothes, it was gone, replaced with a note that reprimanded her as a, "Naughty little girl! These are for grown-ups!" She stomped her foot in frustration, plopping down on her bed with a pout, crossing her arms. After a few moments, she started to lift her skirt, to slip her fingers inside her panties, but the sight of the blue and purple castle there, and the word Wednesday, quickly killed her mood. It was hard to look at that and think of herself of anything but what the note had declared her.