Someone's a messy eater

Despite her initial ****, Lauren found herself wolfing down her sandwich. As far as PB&J went, it was very well-made, and she had worked up quite an appetite. Her embarrassed sprint out of her apartment was probably the fastest she’d run in some time.

Just as she was finishing, Lauren felt something wet smack her face. “Oh shoot! I'm sorry!” Cassie said in dismay. “I squeezed my sandwich too hard!”

Lauren blinked, before bringing her hand to her face. Just as she had expected, Cassie had managed to spray her with peanut butter and jelly. “Great!” she snarled. “Just perfect!” Not only had Cassie gotten her in the face, she’d managed to get some on her chest and stomach.

“Oh Tammy!” Samantha said sympathetically, coming towards them. “Goodness, you’ve made a mess of yourself! I think you’ve got more of your sandwich on you than in you.”

“I didn’t do this!” Lauren protested. She looked around for a napkin, spotting them in the middle of the table. She leaned forward to grab one, only to find she couldn’t quite reach. Even with her flat chest pressed against the table and her arm stretched out, she was just too short.

“Don’t do that, honey, you’ll just get it everywhere,” Samantha said, placing her hands on Lauren's shoulders and pulling her back. “Cassie, would you mind cleaning this up? I’m gonna take care of Tammy.”

“Okay!” Cassie said, reaching out to easily grab the napkins. Lauren scowled at the girl, before suddenly feeling hands underneath her armpits. Before she realized what was happening, Samantha had lifted her into the air!

“What are you doing?!” Lauren cried out, her legs flailing.

“We’ve got to get you washed up before we get you some clothes,” Samantha said, carrying her as if she weighed nothing at all. “You want to be nice and clean before you get dressed!”

Lauren shut her eyes. She was naked, covered in food, and being carried like a child that needed a bath in front of a roomful of strangers. “Please, put me down,” she whispered. “This is embarrassing!”

“Oh, it’s alright, Tammy,” Samantha said reassuringly. “Nobody minds if a little girl gets a bit messy. We’ll get you cleaned up in a jiffy!”

After what felt like an eternity, Samantha reached the bathroom and set Lauren down. She sighed in relief. “Thank you,” she managed to get out. “Now, can you please get me some clothes?”

“In a minute, dear,” Samantha said absently, reaching out to twist the bathtub’s knob. “When was the last time you took a bath?”

“Earlier today,” Lauren said sourly, thinking about the exterminators that had interrupted her enjoyable bath. There was no way the landlord should have just let them come into her apartment like that! Didn’t they need to give notice first, or something?”

“Well, another one won’t do you any harm,” Samantha said, turning off the water. “Can you get in by yourself?”

Lauren rolled her eyes. How young did this woman think she was? She stepped into the bathtub, lowering herself into a sitting position. Without realizing it, Lauren let out a loan moan. The warm water felt so good! There really was no better way to relax than taking a bath.

“Feels nice?” Samantha asked.

“Yes,” Lauren replied, her eyes drifting shut.

“Good,” Samantha said contentedly.

Lauren’s eyes jerked open as she felt the woman grab her wrist. She looked up to see the woman was now scrubbing her arm with a washcloth.” I-I can wash myself!” Lauren said, her voice unsteady.

“I’m sure you can, Tammy,” Samantha said soothingly. “But this’ll be much faster. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Lauren blushed as the woman continued to scrub her. Just how far did she intend to go? How thoroughly would she be cleaning her? She had peanut butter on her chest. Surely Samantha didn’t intend to…