Jamie Part Two

Almost two weeks had flown by since Jamie was assigned to Valerie's cleaning detail. Valerie remained stoic and emotionless whenever he visited the older woman for his cleaning duties. While cleaning Valerie, Jamie often took advantage of the older woman's body, feeling her up. The rules clearly stated he wasn't to have sex with the courtesans, but he thought a few minor indiscretions would be alright, wouldn't it?

Due to his prolonged contact with Valerie and the small acts of groping done to the catatonic woman, Jamie's initial feelings of revulsion at her soiled appearance had slowly eroded away, replaced instead by a strange sense of dispiritedness and a feeling of being lost when he reached her door. Knowing he would have to put her back together like a broken doll after he arrived.

Jamie feels a wave of exasperation every time he is asked to clean up after Valerie and her room. It is as though he is a daycare worker charged with the daunting task of restoring order after an army of kids has descended, wreaking havoc on the toys and leaving a mess in their wake. He feels like he is alone in the aftermath, picking up the pieces of what was destroyed and putting it all back together, all while the kids run off without a care. It is a thankless job, yet one he is tasked to do.

Over the past couple weeks, Jamie has found Valerie in a wide variety of troubling positions when entering the apartment - half-clothed, fully naked, facedown, sitting on the floor, even upside down on the couch. Each time Jamie stumbled upon her in these precarious states, the feeling of Valerie being nothing more than a discarded toy only intensified, leaving Jamie with a heavy heart.

After seeing her body discarded in such a state over the weeks, the notion that he was nothing more than a daycare worker, tidying up and mending broken toys, became painfully apt as time went on. She was the most used and abused toy for him, and one he was endlessly tasked with cleaning and fixing before the next child came along and left her in a similar state of disrepair.

"Hey Jamie, you are urgently needed for the cleaning in Valerie's room." His coworker's words jarred Jamie from his daydreams.

"Oh, thanks for the reminder. I'll get right to it." Jamie replies, gathering his cleaning supplies and rising from the chair in the breakroom.

Jamie travels the familiar route to Valerie's room, feeling a sense of dread as he approaches the apartment. He opens the door, thinking to himself 'Here we go again. What have they done to you this time?' Moving swiftly through the rooms as he cleaned with practiced ease, Jamie soon finds himself in the bedroom.

'Huh.' Jamie quickly spots Valerie on the bed, looking just like the first time he ever laid eyes on the older woman. She is lying there nude, her flawless body untouched and undisturbed. Jamie moved closer to get a better look, yet there was no indication that Valerie had been with anyone. No handprints or cum stains marred her perfect skin, as if she hadn't even served a client.

'It's strange, did we finally have a caring kid play with you today? Someone who understands the importance of kindness and tidying up after themselves? Or is this a test to see how far I'll go? Do they realize what I have been up to this week?' Jamie's manager's words reverberate in his head, 'The courtesans will attempt to seduce you and get you into trouble. You mustn't, under any circumstances, have intercourse with a courtesan.' Instantly, fear surges through Jamie's youthful frame, sending a chill down his spine.

Jamie's heart races as he takes a few steps back and contemplates the possible implications of his current predicament. Could this be the manor test, Valerie's seduction, or the rare kind patron? Jamie's mind spins as he frantically considers the likelihood of each option, before coming to a decision. He knows that whatever the cause or intent behind this moment, his next actions have already been set in stone.

He has to clean her, no matter what. Grabbing his cleaning supplies, he moves to the unresponsive Valerie with a deep, sinking dread. He begins wiping her body, trying to be as professional as possible, but he can't shake the fear that his previous actions may be known to the manor. It doesn't matter that she doesn't appear to be dirty—every inch of her skin must be cleaned and cared for. His hands trembling, Jamie continues his cleaning, steeling himself against the fear before finding himself between Valerie's legs.

Moving to spread the plump thighs apart, Jamie's heart leapt with relief as he noticed a small amount of semen leaking from Valerie's used pussy. 'A kind client, then. That must be what happened here. The manor wouldn't fill her up with semen only to deceive me, right?' Jamie felt a wave of relief wash over him as he finished cleaning Valerie's body, front to back. He then made his way to the bathroom to complete his cleaning duties.

Having finished his duties, Jamie leaves the familiar note on the door and exits with a heavy heart. Taking a deep breath before shutting the door behind him, Jamie is filled with a sense of dread, knowing that this might have been a test and he had failed to keep his emotions in check. Perhaps this is a sign for Jamie, a wake up call that he needs to stop his reckless behavior and focus solely on his job.

Sure the small actions he has taken over the past week have been questionable, but not explicitly against the rules. His rough caress of her full bosom, a small pinch of her erect nipples, the gentle spreading of her pussy lips. All can be explained by his duty to thoroughly clean the courtesans body, just small innocent actions he can't be blamed or reprimanded for.

He is just a young man, his hormones raging as he stands surrounded by scantily-clad beauties, their naked bodies practically begging to be touched. Who can blame him for taking the occasional liberty? He has done nothing wrong, and he performs his duties with absolute perfection. But when Jamie returns to the staff room, he still feels a sense of unease. He chants to himself that he is innocent, that everything is okay and he hasn't broken any rules.

The following week had dragged on painfully for young Jamie, entering into the final week of his duties with Valerie. His anticipation of Valerie's body mounted with each passing day. Knowing full well the temptation of her curves and the thrill of his forbidden touch were too hard to ignore, he found his hands wandering during the cleaning sessions once again. With each caress, Jamie's heart raced, and his mind raced with the thought that this might be a test; a seduction arranged by the manor to see if he could be trusted.

The scare from the previous week still lingered in Jamie's mind like a dark cloud, although he guessed it was a new client and not a test by the manor, Jamie remained apprehensive. With each passing day, the stranger seemed to be pushing Valerie's limits, probing her for any hint of a reaction, and Jamie's anxiety only grew the more he was called to clean up after them.

The new client of Valerie's had made his way to the usual state Jamie finds Valerie in with alarming speed. Gone were the days of gentle care and kindness, replaced by the typical disdain and maliciousness of a child who was quickly tiring of the toy he was tormenting. As Jamie approached the final week of his duties, he felt a sense of dread: what state would he find Valerie in, after he had been requested to tidy her up? He prayed that the new client wouldn't be the one who had made an appointment in his final week.

Seeing the states the new client left Valerie in, Jamie felt a surge of emotion. He was no longer content to think of himself as simply a daycare worker, mindlessly tidying up after the children; instead, he began to recognize himself as the owner of a rare and unique figurine. As the children's relatives dropped off their charges for Jamie to look after, the child was always drawn to the figurine like a magnet, as if it held some special magic.

He has set the rules for the unruly child, but after every visit the child seems to care less and less about the figurine that Jamie has painstakingly put back together. Jamie grows more and more irritated, the shattered pieces of the figurine a constant reminder of the child's disregard. He cherishes the figurine, but it's obvious that the child does not share his sentiment.

"Jamie you're up, time to get cleaning." Jamie's coworker words ring out as Jamie steps back into the staff room after cleaning the grounds of the manor. Jamie's heart sank as his coworker's words echoed through the staff room. He dreaded the idea of having to clean up after the new patron that seemed to have taken a liking to Valerie. Taking a deep breath, Jamie mustered up the courage to respond.

"On my way." He replied, trying to mask the anxiousness in his voice.

Gathering his supplies, anxiety tugging at his heartstrings, he heads to Valerie's room. His feet feel like lead, each step a herculean effort. As he finds himself at her door, he repeats the same line he finds himself saying every time he arrives: 'Let's see what they have done to you today.' His hand trembling, Jamie pushes open the door and his breath catches in his throat. He was woefully unprepared for what he would see.