Chapter 30: Sponge Bath (Slight R18+)

Abby Miller's POV):

"Hey babe, can you get me some supplies?" I asked from my perch on the counter, the boy in question having closed his phone to look at me. Our eyes met and he gave a nod before scuttling off into one of the aisles toward the back of the store. Apparently, we sold soap and other hygiene products. They were very small and meant more for travel but they would do for what I had in mind.

A few minutes later Ethan came walking up to the counter with a pile of bottles and boxes in his hands. The plastic clattering sound he made as he dumped them on the counter filled the air and our little guest seemed to finally snap out of whatever had her like this because of it.

"What's this stuff?" She asked as she glanced toward Ethan, the boy looking away from her with an embarrassed look. He glanced over at me, his eyes pleading that I break the news to the girl about her poor hygiene.

"You'll find out in just a sec." I muttered cryptically as I scanned all of the items before shoving them in a white plastic bag. Before Ethan could reach for his ratty ass wallet I had already swiped my card through the reader.

"Hey, what the—!"

"Nope, this is for my sake just as much as it is for yours, big boy. Remember you can only be stubborn about your fuckups, and this isn't your fuckup." He reluctantly nodded before walking around the counter, his hand snatching up the receipt as it printed.

Continuing forward he wrapped his arms around my waist as he stood behind me, his head resting in the crook of my neck. Holding out the receipt in front of us he inspected it like he was a mother checking to make sure her coupons went through at the grocery store.

"19.63$, let's round it to 20$. Babe, can you think of anything you'd want me to do to make it up to you?" I shuddered as his breath tickled against the skin of my neck. His hands were growing dangerously close to my inner thighs, a whimper leaking from my lips as I closed my legs in an attempt to stop his advance.

"I-I think I can think of something." The heat growing across my cheeks threatened to consume me, my eyes growing moist from the tingles spreading from my core.

"Uh, should I give you guys space or…?" Pepper's words snapped me out of my lustful haze, her grin growing more sheepish as I glared at her interruption.

"No," I disentangled myself from Ethan's grasp as I rounded the counter. The girl's eyes widened when my hand wrapped around her wrist and I began tugging her along, my other hand snatching the plastic bag Ethan held out for me.

"W-what're you doing?" The nervous warble in her voice did little to deter me as we walked toward the small alcove where the bathrooms were. The lady's restroom sign greeted up as I pried open the door. The creaking sound of the hinges combined with the flickering fluorescent light as it turned on formed a bathroom symphony.

"I'm doing you a favor, you can thank me later." I pulled her fully in before shutting and locking the door. The back of the red entrance had a coat hook and that's where I looped the plastic bag's handles around.

"W-won't your boyfriend get jealous?" I ignored her idiotic comment as I turned the sink faucet on, the sound of rushing water filling the air as the warm water splashed against the sink bowl.

"No, he has nothing to worry about on that front. What I'm here to do is to get you cleaned up." Taking the plastic bag I opened it up to reveal a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. A clean washcloth that he looted from the broom closet was also there, my hand snatching it up as I ran some water over it.

"…Do I stink that bad?" Her tone was dejected, but unlike Ethan who would pussy foot around telling the truth to spare her feelings I wasn't so kind.

"Yes, whatever you've been doing has left you smelling like roadkill. So take off your clothes, I'm going to scrub you down." She flinched at the mention of taking off her clothes, her eyes darting toward the red door.

"Thank you but I can do it myself, Abby." Her tone was defensive, the way her hands wrapped around her body told me she didn't want me to see what was underneath.

"Are you on something?" My question caused her to freeze, her eyes widening like saucers before her shoulders slumped. A sigh leaked from her chapped lips before she looked back up at me, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes.

"…I'm not on something, but I should be." The girl groaned in frustration, her hands pushing up her glasses as she rubbed her tired eyes.

"What does that mean?" I pressed, my fingers wringing the water from the rag. Once I got it damp but not dripping I reached out my hand and gave it to the reluctant girl.

"My parents kicked me out of the house, I didn't even get to pack my meds." Taking the cloth and bar of soap I had gotten wet and lathered she set them on the edge of the sink before taking off her sweatshirt. Underneath the baggy black fabric was toned chocolate-colored flesh, the outline of her abs clearly visible. A sparkling gleam caught my eye as the fluorescent light illuminated her navel piercing.

"Wait, are you homeless!?" I choked out, the shock of her situation and the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra hit me. Her boobs were smaller than mine, about C-cup but something about the way those chocolate globes jiggled as she wiggled her sweater over her head was mesmerizing. A pair of dark nipples topped her tits, the cold AC in the bathroom causing them to perk up. The silver gleam of her barbell piercings poking through both sides of her nipples caught my eye, the nerdy-looking girl was far more pierced than I'd expected.

"Shh, I don't want that idiot finding out!" She hissed as she hung her sweater on the coat rack of the door. Turning around I watched with rapt attention as the girl hooked her fingers around the elastic band of her sweatpants. I had never been self-conscious about girls changing around me but for some reason I found my mouth going dry. My eyes looked at the curve of her back, her slender frame revealing the taught muscles underneath her dark skin.

"Why would they do that?" I gulped, as her sweatpants slid down over the curve of her ass. Her plump cheeks were exposed, nothing covering even the crack of her ass. Apparently she wasn't wearing anything but her sweats when her parents kicked her out. My eyes trailed across the gap between her thighs, the sight of her chocolate-colored lips filling my vision. She was hot, like stupidly hot and it made me pissed for some reason.

"B-because they found out where I work." Now I was curious, the only job I could think of around here that would garner that kind of reaction from her parents would be…

"…A-are you comfortable telling me about it?" I couldn't help but ask, my mind creating an image that left me a little short of breath.

"No, not really." Her curt words sucked out any of the growing heat in my core, the girl looking at me with an embarrassed look over her shoulder.

"Okay, so forget about that. Do you have any plans or do you need a place to stay?" She could stay with me, the sectional in my living room was comfy enough and I had plenty of—

"I've asked around but nobody's willing to take in a smelly girl and her dog." Well, shit, I guess that excludes me.

"Wait, I thought they didn't let you pack anything up?" I was hoping that they showed their daughter a sliver of kindness and let her take her dog but her next words killed that hope stillborn.

"I was walking Piper when they found out, and If I didn't have my keys and wallet with me I wouldn't even have my car. They met me on the porch to tell me I was no longer welcome in their home or in any family event." She sniffled, her voice hitching as her shoulders shook. The sound of her crying filled the small bathroom and I found a small bit of sympathy at her tears, my next words stinging me just as much as it would her.

"Damn, I would say you could stay at my place but—"

"'My landlord won't allow pets' I know the drill, and before you suggest I leave behind Piper I'll never do it. She's all I've got right now and I ain't leaving her with those asshats back home!" She turned back around and gave me a tired smile, moist streaks of sadness staining her cheeks.

"Then maybe you could stay with me." A muffled voice came from behind the door causing both me and Pepper to jump. Ethan was right outside of the door, his worry no doubt leading him to spy on us.

"…How much did you hear?" Persimmon looked at the door with wide eyes, my own mirroring hers as I listened to his words.

"Enough to get the picture and before you say no to staying with me just know I'll drag you kicking and screaming if I don't hear you knocking on my door by morning." Just then it hit me, a scalding hot feeling welling up in my chest as I glared at the door like I could see through it. The thought of a girl as pretty as Persimmon being alone with Ethan was as revolting as licking the lid of the toilet seat here. I already had to worry about his little sister and her short-stack friend, and I'm not in the mood to add to that list.

"Wait, I don't really think—"

"She works nights Abbs, even if she wanted to she'd have no time as I'd already be asleep. Anyway, I'm going to go back and wait for Liv, you guys finish cleaning up in there!" His words did little to reassure me, my eyes narrowing at the girl giving me nervous glances.

"…"

"…"

"If you touch him I'll kill you."

"I-I won't, geez your scary."

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(Olivia Jade Rivera POV):

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…!" I sprinted up the stairs, the wood groaning under each step I took. The wind blowing in my face as I blitzed up the steps to my bedroom did little to distract me from how nervous I was. A bead of sweat rolled down my chin as I flung open my door, the creaking sound hitting my ears.

I was a mess.

After ending the call with Ethan I had scrambled to give Mom his order, the woman giving me that knowing look that always found a way to make me red in the face. Dad was less enthused, the man crossing his hairy arms over his chest to show his displeasure. I had only escaped from one of his lectures when Jason came into the kitchen yelling about something. The squeaky wheel gets the oil first after all.

Now, staring down at my uniform covered in flour and flecks of pizza dough I couldn't help but groan. The purple polo shirt was the first thing to go as I slung it over my shoulders, the striped rainbow colors running verticle on the left side of the chest catching my eye as it crumpled to the floor. Underneath that was the plain white bra I wore, my modest breasts not really needing the piece of fabric in the first place. Curse you Mama for your genetic predisposition to being pear-shaped!

Speaking of pear-shaped things I sighed in relief as I undid the button on my khakis. Peeling off the beige fabric that clung to my thighs from a day of sweating my ass off I couldn't resist the temptation to turn around in front of the mirror hanging on my closet door. The sight of my large ass hidden only by the plain fabric of my white panties brought a sigh from my lips.

"Gawd, I think I'm getting fatter!" My hand slapped down on my ass, the doughy flesh jiggling under the rough touch. This is the curse of having a Mom and Dad who can cook nearly everything under the sun.

The only reason Jason is still as skinny as ever is because he's out constantly running with his sports, Saturday and Sunday being the only days he's forced to work so that I can have a day off. For me, I'm stuck here holding down the front end with food orders and making sure the arcade runs as smoothly as possible at 60 hours a week. If someone calls in I'm the one who fills in, and when something goes wrong I'm the one who handles customer service because my parent's English is only so-so.

"Ugh, what should I wear?" I groaned as I buried my face in my hands, my heart beating up in my throat at the thought of seeing him again.

*Knock, Knock*

"¿Tal vez pueda ayudar con esa, hija?" Those whispered words caused me to jump nearly three feet in the air, my eyes landing on the growing smirk of my mother.

"No, Mama, I can do this myself." I rebuffed the woman as I pried open my closet door. Inside was a whole wardrobe of shit I never wore and things that most definitely would not be something a young woman would wear to deliver a pizza.

"¿Estás tan seguro?" The smug aura radiating off her made me want to jump outside my bedroom window. A sigh leaked from my lips as I knew I had no chance of winning.

"No, I'm not sure about anything." I slumped down to the wood floor of my bedroom, the cool surface sending goosebumps across my skin.

"It is okay, we can fix it. Your father was a…tough cookie but I got him." Her hand landed on my shoulder, a warm smile playing on her lips as a wistful look overtook her eyes. I could see myself in her reflection and that's when I realized Mom was in my corner of the ring.

"So how did you get Dad again?"

"Siendo la zorra más mala." She grinned at my stunned face, Mom never cussed and yet here she was calling herself a bad bitch. For some reason I felt oddly nervous at the change, my Mom's eyes looked like a predator preparing to hunt, her hands scooping me up off my feet. What followed was a traumatic makeover and the most vulgar advice a mother could give to her daughter in pursuing a man.