Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 9
Chapter 9

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia tried to slip out of the bathroom without catching another glimpse of herself in the mirror, but, as usual, her perverse curiosity got the better of her. She’d found herself in the bathroom quite often that morning, dashing there whenever she felt the slightest pressure on her bladder, not wanting to risk another accident, not after the scolding she’d gotten that morning.

She had tried, at first, not drinking anything, but couldn’t keep that up for too long, as she felt quite thirsty, and, she reasoned, it couldn’t be the drink doing it, since she hadn’t had this problem the first couple days she’d tried it. It had really only started after Diane had taken over and ruined her life, so she figured it had more to do with stress than anything, and since the drink tended to make her feel a little more relaxed, she thought that would be better for her than dehydrating herself.

But even that bit of relaxation she gained couldn’t keep up with the ever increasing amount of stress that was piling up on her. It seemed as if every other time she went back to her desk, Dr. Jadin was waiting for her, asking why her latest assignment wasn’t done yet. Too embarrassed to just come out and say it was because she was in the bathroom yet again, she just hung her head and apologized, but she could tell the doctor was starting to lose her patience with her.

And, to make matter worse, every time she went to the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, her hair had dried a little more, and, since she hadn’t had a chance to use her flat iron that morning, gotten a little curlier in her ponytails. She was almost certain her freckles were darker than usual, too, but she chalked that up to her imagination, and not being used to being able to see them through her make-up than any real change. But taken together with her hair style, and her outfit, she was sure nobody would guess that she was any older than fourteen, maybe fifteen if her shirt had been a little tighter in the bust. Diane seemed to have known just what she was doing when she chose it, as it wasn’t really too big on her to be noticeable, but it was large enough to hide her curves rather effectively. At first she’d thought Diane’s tightening of her bra had helped with that, too, but even after she’d loosened it, it didn’t make much of a difference. She could still feel the tightness, too, making her all the more sure that Diane was jealous of her bust and trying to suppress it as much as possible.

Diane... Alicia watched her face in the mirror grow redder as she thought about the bitch, and everything she’d done to her. Did Diane even know that Frank had been cheating on her? Alicia got the idea that she had, but the woman had never really said it. Maybe she really just hated Alicia that much, for no real reason. And even if she did know... Well, Alicia didn’t think a little mid-day office sex warranted all of this, especially when she hadn’t had any - of that, or any other variety - for a couple days.

She reached up, pulling out her ponytail holders, slipping them into the pocket of her capris, shaking her hair out. It was still quite curly, but she thought she might look ever so slightly more mature that way. She tugged at the pink sash at the waist of her shirt, wishing that it was more than just decoration, that she could actually re-tie it, make the shirt cling to her tighter, but there wasn’t much she could do about that, or anything else.

With as much confidence as she could muster, she strode out of the bathroom, breezing past her own desk, all the way over to the copy room. "I need a little help," she told Frank, who was busy staring at his computer, looking up just in time to see the door close behind her. She waited eagerly for him, more than ready, nearly pouncing on him as soon as he came in.

Much to her surprise, however, he pushed her away. "Who are...?" he began to ask, making her heart sink. The look on his face when he finally recognized her, however, was only worse. "Alicia?!"

"Of course it’s me," she sulked, feelings a little hurt. "God, I don’t look that different!"

"Umm... No, I was just... surprised..." She could tell he didn’t agree, that he was just trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t offend her, which only made her more angry. Luckily for him, though, it didn’t bother her enough to make her want to stop.

"A good surprise?" she asked teasingly, having to get up on her toes slightly to give him a kiss, once again surprised by how much of a difference her heels had apparently made. When he didn’t respond, she kissed him harder, only to find herself being pushed back again. "What is wrong with you?!" she demanded, stomping her foot in frustration.

"Alicia, it’s just..." he began, clearly not sure how to say what he was thinking.

"Oh, come on," she insisted. "Is it Diane? She won’t find out... Come on..." She began to pull her pants down, forgetting, until she saw them, the panties she had on, wishing she’d thought to take them off in the bathroom first when she saw Frank’s expression upon seeing them.

"Alicia, stop it," he commanded, grabbing the waist of her capris and tugging them back up. "Look, you’re a sweet girl, but I can’t... I can’t do this. I thought you were older. I... I shouldn’t have..."

"I’m old enough!" she whined. "This never bothered you before!"

He shrugged. "Well, I guess I never thought about it before, but... I’m just too old for you, Alicia. I’m sure you’ll find someone the right age for you sometime. When school starts back up in the fall, I’m sure the boys will be all over you."

"Scho... I don’t go to school! You know that!"

"I know you told me you didn’t," he told her calmly. "And you really shouldn’t have lied to me. You know, I could get in some big trouble if..."

"No, you can’t!" Alicia snapped, stomping her foot again, face turning red. "You can’t, because I’m eighteen, and I don’t care what that stupid bitch Diane told you, but she’s a liar, and..."

"Alicia, stop!" he said sternly. "Bad mouthing Diane isn’t going to get you anywhere. She’s just looking out for both of us, and you should be thanking her. If you hadn’t lied to me, I never would have..."

"Oh, shut up!" she screamed at him, grabbing a handful of paper from the shelf behind her and flinging it at him, stomping through it as it rained down, pushing past him to the door, slamming it shut behind her. She was sure she could feel the whole office staring at her as she made her way back to the bathroom, barricading herself into one of the stalls to cry in peace.

By the time she had calmed down and dared to venture back outside, after splashing cold water onto her face to hopefully make it less obvious that she’d been crying, it was lunch hour, and the office was nearly empty. Diane was gone - not that she particularly wanted to see her, but, with Dr. Jadin gone, too, she was Alicia’s only chance of getting the money and/or ride necessary to fill her growling tummy. As she sat down at her desk, pouting, feeling sorry for herself, she reached for her purse to take a drink, hand brushing against something odd.

She glanced down, remembering only then that Diane had packed her some food. She still didn’t like the woman, and she knew it was probably just so she wouldn’t have to drag Alicia along with her and Frank, or feel guilty about leaving her to starve in the office, but she couldn’t help but feel grateful as she pulled the sandwich out. It was, of course, peanut butter and jelly, and Diane had even gone so far as to cut the crusts off, yet, as annoying as that was, and as childish as she felt eating it, she couldn’t deny that it tasted good.

The banana was a little less good. In her hurry to leave that morning, the bottles in her purse had banged up against it, leaving it somewhat bruised and squishy. She wasn’t a fan of bananas in general, and that just made her dislike them more, but she was hungry enough that she managed to choke it down, following it with some generous swigs from her drink.

"Back already?" Dr. Jadin asked as she was finishing up.

Alicia looked up, surprised to see her heading into her office again so soon. "Umm.. Yeah," she nodded. "Hey, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, dear, anytime," Dr. Jadin nodded, opening up the door to her office, gesturing for Alicia to go first. Alicia did so, standing somewhat awkwardly in front of her boss’s desk as she waited for her to sit down. "If it’s about this morning, I just want to let you know I’m sorry."

"Hmm?" Alicia glanced up at her, slightly confused, and a little excited. Was she apologizing for the way she’d treated her, talking to her like a toddler? This could be it... The perfect opportunity to tell her that, as much as she appreciated what Dr. Jadin was trying to do for her, that it was perhaps a little too much, too soon. If she felt bad enough about it, Alicia might be able to back out of it entirely without completely destroying their bond, and any future recommendations she might get from the woman.

"I know you’re having a hard time right now," Dr. Jadin said. "And I’m trying to help you with that, but I do need you to get your work done, too."

"Oh..." Alicia blushed, remembering the doctor getting slightly more snippy with her every time she’d found her with her assignment not yet done that day. "Okay, yeah. I know. I’ll do better."

"I know you will," Dr. Jadin smiled at her. "Did you hear about the Little Miss Cloverdale pageant? They didn’t think they were going to have the funding for it this year, but they finally found a sponsor for it, so it’s back on."

"Huh? O-Oh, that’s great," Alicia nodded, remembering she’d told the woman she was into those sorts of things.

"Would you like to come with me? I haven’t been to one in person since my daughter passed away, but I think maybe it’s time I go again. And I’d like you to be the one I go with. I mean, if you want to."

Alicia looked at her in surprise, not having expected that. "Y-Yeah. Sure, that would be great."

"Good," Dr. Jadin smiled. "I’m sorry, you wanted to talk to me."

Alicia opened her mouth for a moment, then closed it, shook her head. Really, it wasn’t Dr. Jadin she had a problem with... It had been her idea that had sparked all of this, but it wasn’t really her fault it had spiraled so far out of control. That was Diane’s fault, and Alicia doubted that, even if Dr. Jadin called the whole project off, Diane would give up on it so easily. So she might as well play along with it a little more, get a bit closer to the doctor, so she could get something out of it.

"I’ll go get back to work," she said, slipping out, almost running straight into Diane.

"Hello, Ali," the woman smiled pleasantly, reaching behind her and pushing Dr. Jadin’s office door shut before demanding, "What were you talking to her about?"

"I work for her," Alicia told her. "I have to talk to her sometimes."

Diane looked at her suspiciously for a moment, then shook her head. "And what did you do to your hair? Where are your ponytail holders?" Alicia sighed, fishing them out of her pocket, letting Diane readjust her hair. "Because I’m so nice, I got you something else while I was out," she said when she was done, reaching into her own pocket and taking out a pair of pink ribbons that she wrapped around the ponytail holders, tying each into a large bow. "That’s better!"

Alicia forced a smile. She wanted to be angry at Diane for whatever it was she’d told Frank, but considering he was her boyfriend, she supposed she couldn’t really blame her for scaring him off. Instead, she did her best to give Diane as little reaction as possible, trying to keep from letting her see how much she was getting to her.

That lasted until Diane asked, "Now, did you wet yourself yet?" Alicia couldn’t stop herself from blushing, looking around her desk, afraid someone had been nearby to overhear. They weren’t, but that didn’t help all that much. "Well, come and find me when you do, and we can show Dr. Jadin what a child you are together."

Alicia wasn’t sure if it was Diane’s plan or not, but those words just made her all the more determined not to have an accident. Her bathroom breaks became even more frequent, Diane’s insinuation that wetting herself was inevitable giving her an extra push to prove her wrong, making her forget her promise to concentrate more on her actual work, at least until the end of the day, when Dr. Jadin called her into her office to tell her, "I don’t like to say it, Alicia, but I’m very disappointed in you."

Alicia’s eyes went automatically to her crotch, terrified that she’d had an accident and hadn’t even noticed it. She was dry, which left her all the more confused.

"I like you, dear, I really do, and I’m trying to help you... But if you can’t do your job, I will have to find somebody who can."

Alicia’s face fell, uncertain if she felt worse about her job being threatened, or the fact that, just by trying to do something as simple as keep her underwear dry, she’d done such terrible work that day. It had never used to be that hard, had it ?