Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 10
Chapter 10

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

"All right, I’ll admit it," Diane told Alicia in the car. "A whole day without an accident. For you, that’s pretty impressive."

Alicia didn’t answer her, couldn’t. Sure, she wanted to say that it really wasn’t that surprising, considering she was eighteen, not five, but given the last couple days, it actually was. Still, given how much trouble she’d gotten into over it, she didn’t exactly feel like celebrating. In fact, it made her feel a little sick to her stomach. She hoped she had just made herself sick from the stress, and that whatever was wrong with her would pass, but what if it didn’t?

She doubted she would have wet herself every time she’d run off to the bathroom if she hadn’t done so, but judging from her last few accidents, it was quite difficult to tell when it would happen, and how much time she had between her first warning and when it was too late. And concentrating on anything else seemed a good way to guarantee a pair of damp panties. Was she really about to lose her job, in the middle of everything else, because she’d been trying to find a way to move up in it? It was so unfair!

She was still sulking in her seat when Diane pulled up to what she assumed was her apartment building. She unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out, starting to head inside, only to realize that she was, in fact, not home. She felt disoriented for a moment, not sure what was going on, and then Diane took her hand, leading her into a building declaring itself Smooth Solutions. "What are we doing?" she asked after a moment, nerves starting to get to her, not exactly trusting any place Diane wanted to take her.

The fact that Diane didn’t answer only made her more uncertain, and the lobby of the building itself only made matter worse. It looked like a doctor’s waiting room, tile floor, hard seats, coffee tables stacked high with magazines. "The bathroom’s over there," Diane told her, pointing out a door on the opposite side of the room from the receptionist’s desk. When Alicia made no move towards it herself, Diane gave her a push.

Alicia sighed, but she had to admit that she probably did need to go, so she walked over, trying to keep an eye on Diane as she went. She didn’t trust her in this place, though her distrust wasn’t worth the risk of wet pants. As it turned out, however, she was right to be cautious, as she was taken by the hand as soon as she came out of the bathroom, pulled through the lobby, past Diane, smirking in one of the seats, behind a magazine, and into the back, to a small room with what look a little too much like an examination table, complete with stirrups.

"Wait, what’s going on?" Alicia asked the woman. "I-I don’t..."

"Hush," the woman told her as she started to undress her, pulling down her pants despite Alicia’s protests. When Alicia grabbed the waistband of her panties, the woman gave her a stern look. "Young lady, if you don’t behave, I’m going to bring your mother in here."

For a moment, Alicia was confused, wondering how her mother was going to get there from halfway across the country, until she realized it was Diane that the woman was talking about. Diane had already seen her naked once that day, which was more than enough for her. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about yet another woman seeing her like that, either, but at least this one seemed like a professional, of some sort. "Fine," she sighed, pulling her underwear down herself.

"All right, up onto the table," the woman commanded, pulling a paper sheet up and over the table. Alicia hesitated for a second, then sat herself down, ignoring the stirrups. "She was right, you are a difficult little thing, aren’t you?" the woman mumbled, almost to herself, grabbing Alicia’s foot and pushing her upwards, sliding her across the rustling paper, settling her heel into the stirrup, then repeating the process with the other foot, leaving Alicia not just half naked, but fully exposed. If that didn’t worry her, the sight of the woman putting on a pair of disposable latex gloves would have.

"What’s going on?" she asked again, squirming uncomfortably.

"It’ll be over in a few minutes," she was told, as the woman got a tube of something out, started to squeeze it onto Alicia’s exposed crotch. Alicia gave a bit of a yelp as she felt it touch her skin, its icy coldness shocking her, before starting to squirm uncomfortably as it was rubbed into her. It was the closest she’d had to sexual contact for a few days, but there was certainly nothing sexy about the clinical nature it was being done in, or the fear of what this was all leading up to. "It may sting a little," the woman warned, not making Alicia feel any better, as she snapped off her gloves, putting on a new pair before bringing out what looked like a long white wand from a machine beside the table. Before Alicia could react, the woman had pressed the tip of it to her crotch.

Alicia jumped slightly, feeling the stinging, indeed, nothing too bad, just surpised. It felt a bit like she’d just been snapped with a rubber band, except that sensation was growing as the wand was passed over her skin, or, to be more accurate, she realized after a minute, her hair. She felt silly as she put it all together, annoyed that it had taken so long, then began to get angry that Diane would do this to her. Everything else she’d done was bad, of course, but this was at least semi-permanent! When it was done, she would be bare down there, like a little kid... Which was, she knew, the whole point.

"Stop it," she whined, squirming. "I changed my mind, I don’t want this!"

"Be still!" the doctor commanded. When Alicia didn’t listen, she rolled her eyes, turning the machine off, and for a brief moment, Alicia felt proud of herself, glad that, for once, her protests hadn’t fallen on deaf ears. Then the doctor began to reach inside the table, searching for something, coming up with what looked like a belt. Alicia tried to get up, to figure out how to extract herself from the table, only to be pushed firmly down, the belt pulled tight over her stomach and attached on the other side, holding her down securely.

"If you continue to act up," she was warned, "I’ll get the hand restraints, too. Is that what you want?" Alicia sniffled and shook her head, letting the woman go back to her work. By the time she was, at last, released, allowed to pull her panties back on, her whole crotch was slightly red and swollen, though, to her surprise, there didn’t seem to be much of a difference beyond that. The stinging sensation hadn’t yet fully faded away, making her walk a little slower and more careful than normal as she made her way, red-faced, back out into the lobby.

Diane didn’t say a word, just pointed towards the bathroom, then led her back out to the car when she was done, this time actually driving her back home. Alicia was silent and pouty on the ride home, and in her apartment, as she waited in the kitchen for Diane to finish in her room, saying only a bitter, "I really hate you," when Diane came to tell her she was leaving.

Diane seemed a little taken aback by this, as if she’d expected Alicia to thank her for doing all this to her. She shrugged, disappearing back into the apartment for a moment, returning with Alicia’s flat iron. "Then I guess I might as well take this," she said, smiling at Alicia’s shocked look before leaving.

Alicia chased after her, furious, yet mostly powerless to do anything other than scream, "I hate you!" again from her doorway, stomping her foot.

"Parent troubles?" came a voice from behind her.

She turned around, jumping a little, finding a teenage boy behind her. She would have guessed he was about sixteen, tall and lean. He was handsome, she had to admit, and even though she knew their age difference couldn’t be that big, she felt a little pervy thinking it, at least until she noticed him obviously checking out her breasts beneath her billowy shirt, knowing that, technically, legally, she was an adult and he was a kid, even if he surely thought that she was just as young, if not younger, than he. "Yeah, she sucks," she replied, starting to go back inside. "I wish she would die."

"I can’t help you with that," the boy said, stopping her for a moment, "but I know a little something about revenge."

Alicia rolled her eyes before turning around. "Yeah? Like what?"

She fully expected him to suggest that they sleep together on her mother’s bed, something stupid like that. Instead, he said, "I know how to hotwire cars."

Alicia began to roll her eyes, stopping herself as the implications of that hit her. "She keeps the doors locked, too," she told him. "Do you know how to break in?"

"You have a wire coat hanger?" She nodded. "No problem."

Alicia thought about it for a second, mulling over her plan. Clearly, things here weren’t going so well, and it didn’t look like things were going to be getting any better. If she could just get her car started... Well, she was pretty sure she had enough gas in her car to get her to her father’s house, and surely he would help her make a fresh start somewhere else.

"I’ll go get one," she said, hurrying into her apartment, back to her closet, pushing through the clothes until she found a dress on a wire hanger. She tugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. She started to leave, then paused, turning back and grabbing another shirt. It was pink, decorated with Hello Kitty, but it would be tighter around the chest than the one she had on. She felt a bit skeevy about it, knowing this kid had to be relatively young, but she had to make sure he wouldn’t chicken out partway through, so she slipped out of her white shirt and put it on, feeling, for once that day, confident in her body as she stared down at herself. After another moment of thought, she threw on the shortest skirt she could find, a pink and black plaid one that went down to mid-thigh.

"She just went out for a walk," she told the boy when she returned, "and then when she gets back, she’ll be here all night, and she’s a really light sleeper, so we need to do it now."

"No problem," he said cockily. He wasn’t yet subtle enough to not be obvious about staring at her in her new outfit, which was her plan, of course, and while it was nice to have anyone look at her like that after Frank’s rejection, she still felt like a creep.

But not enough to stop herself from hurrying out to the parking lot, the wave of relief at finally being free of all of this making her slightly giddy, helping her to ignore the stinging feeling beneath her underwear. "It should be right here," she declared as she went to her usual spot, moving around a large SUV, and to... an empty space.

"Right where?" the boy asked.

"Umm..." Alicia looked around, confused. "Maybe I... I mean she... parked it..." She took a few steps one way, then turned around and went the other, scanning all the cars in the lot. "I mean, it has to be here somewhere..." She hurried off to the far end of the lot, heart pounding, barely noticing the boy following her. She ran back the other way, to no avail, beginning to get frustrated.

As it turned out, she wasn’t the only one. "Look, kid, I can’t play games out here all night," the boy told her as she started to make another circle around the lot, sure she’d just, somehow, missed it.

"I’m not a kid!" she pouted, throwing the hanger at him. It missed, bouncing off the car behind him and clattering to the ground.

"Okay, fine," he said, holding his hands up. "Sorry! But isn’t your mother going to be back soon, too? Do you really think she’s going to like seeing you hanging around in the parking lot?"

"I can do whatever I want!" she told him. "I’m not a stupid kid, I’m an adult, and if I want to be in the parking lot, I will damn well be in the parking lot for as long as I want!" She knew she wasn’t angry at him, but that didn’t stop yelling at him from making her feel better. "I’m an adult!" she declared again, stomping her foot.

As she did so, she looked at the boy again, thinking of something else that would make her feel even better. She knew it was wrong, but she was sure he couldn’t have been any more than two years younger than her, and that wasn’t really that big of a difference, could it? She walked over to him, getting up on her toes and trying to kiss him. He backed away. "Come on," she insisted. "Let’s go up to my mom’s bed, and..."

She felt it right as she saw his eyes go down to it, just a moment before her eyes did the same, going downwards to the stream of warm liquid flowing down her leg. Her burst of anger over, she could feel the wetness of her panties now, fully. She tried to stop her bladder from emptying any further, but it was already mostly done.

"Yeah..." he said uncertainly, backing away from her in disgust. "I think I need to get back home..."

"No, but... This isn’t..." She whimpered helplessly, watching him go, then, a few minutes later, followed. As she got herself cleaned up, changed into Friday’s red panties with a magic wand on the front, she could see that her pubic hair was starting to fall out already, and she wondered how long it would be before it started to grow back, and if, by then, she’d be able to stop wetting herself long enough to get laid.