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Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: Jenbug (PROOFED) (Ff/f, f-Solo, Reluc. Humil. Soap suds...?)
Date: Thu,  1 May 2003 04:10:06 -0400
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Readers,

I posted this same story once, but here is Jane Park's CORRECTED
version. Please Ignore my last UNCORRECTED posting of it. This story's
my humble, submissive gift, to the lovely and talented Miss Jane
Parks(whom as i said, also corrected it - thanks sweetie!),

and Jane's favorite 'good little girl', Heather. - jen 


the plot? 

Jenny's neighbor Mrs. Parks offers Jenny a job, but jennifer has the
darndest time understanding her desire to win the older woman's
approval!


Okay - shut up jenny! *giggle* 

**********


Jenbug (Ff/f, f-Solo, Reluc. Humil. Soap suds...?) 
cowgirl



"I'll pay three dollars an hour, Jennifer." Our
neighbor eyed me, gauging her words, a bag of
strawberries in her arms. 

MY jaw dropped. "Sure Miss Parks.  Deal!" I grinned,
not knowing what the after school job was. Jane Parks'
long sensitive fingers lowered the offering of ripe
strawberries onto our kitchen chair, eyes still fixed
on me, as she then stood up slowly, her body tall and
trim, firm high-perched bosom, barely peeking from her
pastel mauve sundress, a playful challenge in her
narrowed eye. 

She liked my eagerness to work, I could tell.  

I lied.  Mom wouldn't care, figuring I'd con her into it
later, and I was soon at Miss Parks house, in HER
kitchen now, a far cry from our house. Much classier,
like she was. I felt honored just to be asked,
dazzled by Miss Parks, or Jane, as she insisted I call
her. 

"Jenny, you see, I've tried out another girl on the
block before, someone your age, but well...good help
and all, you know.." Her thick warm voiced trailed
off, so I guess this other girl had flaked. 

"Miss Parks, 'Jane' I'm sorry, I'm a very good worker,
promise!  I can be here every day after school, so what
should I do?"  I chirped.

She didn't say, she just smirked. Her smirk made me
blush.

I caught a glimpse of a plastic ladybug on her fridge, and a 
little note stuck under it. She snatched the note, read it,
smiled, crumpled it away, then told me to drop by her
place tomorrow at 7pm, and asked me to take out her
trash on the way out. I did as I left, dumping it and
got curious, spying the note.

It read " ppst - don't tell a soul, but Ladybug saw
Janey poo peeking at her little girl last night!
Ladybug wonders if Janey poo secretly was spying on her
naughty little girl while doing her cute little
domestic chores? If so, Ladybug will keep her secret."

I frowned at the crumpled note. Who wrote this?
Obviously not the plastic bug. It made Jane smile, so
she knew the author of the note.  A lover? Who did 
'domestic chores'? My mind was abuzz with curiosity over 
the idea it could be a woman, and that Miss Parks could be 
into women. Or girls. 

I couldn't WAIT to show up for work the following 7:pm
on her porch, my head racing with the fear of what
she'd make me do, as I stood there in what I
considered work clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, and rang
the doorbell. 

"Oh... Jen, hello." She said with hint of unease,
eyeing me up and down. my face fell, her disapproval
sinking me. 

But with a snap of her finger, Miss Parks sent me back
home to 'dress right for 'work', which included a black
leotard/body stocking she insisted 'kept sweating down
to a minimum', sneakers, and a dorky smile. 

As she lured me in, I got very still, her closeness
sending a shudder through me, as she gathered my hair,
fitted little hoop earrings into my ears, (odd choice
for cleaning!), and fixed my hair in a ponytail with a
strawberry colored scrunchie.  

"Well, aren't you just the cutest little thing!" She
giggled, and I couldn't help laughing, feeling a
little silly, someone my age, her saying this. 

But my cheeks burned two proud hues of crimson. 

"Miss Parks?" 

"Jane please" 

"Okay, Jane? If it's not too nosey..uh....what did
that note say on the fridge?" 

"The ladybug note?" 

"Yeah.  You smiled." 

"Well, it was just a friend. See, we mostly miss each
other, so we leave little notes for each other
'through' the ladybug.  It's just a little game we play
now..." She smiled, tongue back across her teeth as
she fondled my earrings, miles away. 

As she silently worked away on me, I fought to hide my
quickening breath, studying the whisps of hair framing
her face, which shown with both delicacy and
strength. Miss Jane Parks eyed me up and down with a
smirk, glanced at the kitchen, her tongue daintily
playing across the moistness of her full red lips as
she thought aloud... 

"OKAY -- Jen, why not just start HERE, in the
kitchen...mop the floors, by hand and on your knees,
nice and clean! Then take out and hand-wipe *all* the
plates and glasses in the shelves" She smiled as I
blinked,

" ...then move to the dinning room and stack every
piece of furniture up so you can shampoo and hand,
scrub all the rugs then with your leftover time, why
not use the ladder and a broom to fetch down all the dust
bunnies near the ceiling.  Sound good?" 

The winded look on my face drew a superior smirk, but I
didn't DARE bitch.  I forced a compliant smile as she
said she'd be out all evening. When I'd read the ladybug
 note, I pictured her here, alone with me, 
possible...watching me? Stupid, I guess. I felt such a
fool. 

As the door slammed, my shoulders slumped. I glowered
at the plastic ladybug on the fridge, mocking me, and
the 'note girl'. Sounds like the 'other girl', whoever
she was, didn't have to work this hard! No SHE got to
call Miss Parks 'Janey'. 

Gosh - I groused to myself while I scrubbed away in
rubber cloves, sweating in my snug little body
stocking! I'd have never even taken this dumb job, OR I'd have charged
a LOT more than three bucks an hour if I'd
known... 

Nevertheless I played the good girl and quickly dug
in, racing to finish by 11 pm, since I had school
tomorrow, and worked my rubber gloved hands washing
and wiping all twelve shelves of dozens of plates
and glasses, till they sparkled. 

I panicked when I saw it was almost 10 and I hadn't
done the floor - so I quickly was huffing and puffing
on all fours, arms and elbows aching, and I decided
the dumb body stocking was CAUSING MORE sweat, so I
stripped it off angrily, back down in the nude and
sneakers and rubber gloves, ponytail and earrings,
quite a picture I am SO sure, but too sweaty and pissed
to feel silly, till the kitchen floor was basically
spotless. 

I was feeling kinda proud, when I saw my reflection in
the window, I looked so pathetic and stupid, nude,
chest heaving, shoes, gloves, earrings making me look
even MORE obscene, and I turned around slapping the
gloves angrily on the counter, sending a glass pitcher
crashing onto the floor into a million pieces. 

I froze. 

Tears were streaming as I saw her firing me once she
knew, IF she knew. 

I quickly swept it all up, nose running and
sniveling, cursing my tantrum for causing it all, then
I crunched down the broken glass, the 'evidence' deep
into the trash, praying she'd not notice. 

I swallowed in fear at the clock, 10:45, and raced
back into my leotard in case she came in, and placed a
note under the ladybug, saying, 

" Ladybug caught jenny making a boo boo with Miss
Parks' glass pitcher, so it had to go bye bye! Ladybug
hopes Miss Parks won't get angry and bets jenny will
buy a NEW pitcher to replace it with. shhh, don't tell
a soul!" 

I was pleased with my bold clever move, hoping to
draw a similar smirk from Miss Parks when she read it.

But she never did. 

Miss Parks walked in, met me at the door, and
announced: " you didn't shampoo the dinning room?" 

I felt like a stupid piece of dog shit, and I wanted
to die inside, the contempt in her face showering me
in shame. "Miss Parks, I know this is my first
day...but, I, like, I totally forgot, and I ran outta
time, but I did do the dishes and glasses and floor.."
I said starting to tear up.

"Jenny, it's only a part time job, don't be a silly
willy!" She laughed, and I felt partly relieved,
partly aroused, and totally stupid, especially dressed
like this on her cold porch as she was all decked out
in a crushed velvet dress! 

Before I could wipe my tears, she handed me some money
and started to close the door. I jumped in, figuring
she was just humoring me and I'd lost the gig. 

"Oh. Miss Jane? One last question? uh...your 'friend',
the one who leaves the ladybug notes? uhm...does she
work here too?" 

"Work here? why would YOU..." her eyes narrowed, and I
broke down. 

"Okay, I'm sorry -- I peeked at the note, the one she wrote
you.  I'm soooooooooo sorry, I couldn't help it.
Please don't be pissed, okay???" I whined, dancing
from sneaker to sneaker, in my now freezing
body stocking in the cold night air. 

"Jenny, what got into you? You READ it?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"Well...?" She asked, eyebrow raised. 

I looked at her stupidly. 

Jealous?" She grinned warmly. 

I blushed furiously.

"Miss Parks, I mean......Jane.." 

"If you're snooping in on my 'ladybug's notes, maybe I
should re-name you 'Jenbug' from now on, huh? Would you
like that, my snoopy little Jenbug??? huh??? " She
cooed condescendingly. 

I smiled, her approving smile warming me inside, body
still dancing, my nipples perky pebbles as I went foot
to foot, turning the name over in my head. I was
ashamed of liking it in light of how childish it made
me sound. I'd been caught lying, and she'd discover
I'd broken her pitcher too, tonight. Now I had a little
girl's name. 

"And you can call me 'Janey poo', since my kitchen
looks so sparkly, you've earned it little lady!" She
chuckled, and gingerly stuffed a twenty dollar
bill(wow!) into the bosom of my body stocking, patting
my fanny and admonishing me to 'hurry home before I
freeze', which I did, mind and body ablaze with her
warm touch. 

And the note. 

She'd read it, and now we'd be as close as her
'friend' now. I was beside myself with my own good
luck! 

I was on pins and needles awaiting the next night, and
arrived in my 'cute little outfit' body stocking, my
hair already in a ponytail and earrings, as I hoped
she'd liked. 

She looked me up and down, with a self-satisfied smile, 
then wordlessly walked into her kitchen, as I trailed
behind now worried she'd read the note and was
possible pissed about the pitcher.  But she didn't
mention the note I'd left. or the pitcher. 

I sagged my shoulders to get ready to work, as she
threw on her coat to leave. Then I realized, this
wasn't the old rules. This was the new rules.  We were no 
longer supposed to TALK about anything, just pass notes 
like the other girl did. - then I SAW it, a note under the 
ladybug. It was from Jane, for me, I just KNEW it!!! I 
longed to read it, and I raced over to snoop at it when Miss 
Parks dashed into the bathroom. 

"Ladybug saw Janey poo reading your note last night.
Ladybug *knows* Janey poo was very upset about Jenbug 
fibbing twice in one night, and expects that one hundred 
and fifty-dollar pitcher will take a lot of years to
repay, so maybe Jenbug can please her witto poopsie
Janey poo into calling it even and just..." 

I froze before I could finish, sensing someone behind
me --

I stood stark straight, as Janey poo, I mean, Miss
Parks, was at the door of the kitchen, staring at me.
My cheeks burned with shades of red as she walked up
inched from me, snatching the note from the ladybug, I
KNEW she must be pissed from her cold stare, and I
winced, waiting for her yelling. 

But instead, her voice mocked me in a 'sing songy' way.

"Well, guess Jenbug's been talking to ladybug, huh?
Couldn't wait? Guess my little cutie got the message!"
She chuckled, then crumpled the note into her pocket
as she walked out the door. 

I had to fight not to bolt after her and wrest the
note from her pocket so I could FINISH it!!!! What did
it say? MY mind raced for what she wanted??? What was I
supposed to do for her? 

And I fell to my knees in tears. 

I just resigned myself to working as usual, not even
bothering with the body stocking, stripping nude and
hand scribbling the carpets ponytail-swaying hoop
earrings dancing as I kneeled in my tennies on all
fours...

I lost track of time and decided to GIVE SOMETHING 
wicked and nasty to 'ladybug' to 'see' this night, which I'd
scribble out and place under it at evenings end,
returning to work before I lost my nerve and chickened
out, feeling so slutty and wanton, JENBUG doing sexy
little sweaty domestic chores in my mom's neighbor
lady's house -- if only she KNEW!!! 

I surrendered myself to a hidden sea of soap sudsy
carpet, my fingers secretly trailing over my now
moistening little pubic mound, teasing and fondling
just the edge of my quivering labia, tongue playing
across my teeth imagining Jamey poo, watching, what
she'd say, do, once she read what ladybug 'saw'
tonight! 

But my eyes flickered open, as I focused them on a girl in 
the living room staring down at me. 

"Who the heck are you?" She asked, hands on hips. Not
pleased. 

"Uh...I work here." I stammered. 

"Well... so do I, and I have never heard of you!" She
hissed. I sunk down and tried to arrange suds to cover
my body quickly and stood up, flustered. She worked
here too? 

"What's your name?" The girl who was about my age,
demanded. 

"Jenny." 

"oh." She paused, then smirked. 

"What's your name? " I countered, defensively. 

"Never mind. I don't have to say.  You're below me." 

"Excuse me?" 

" You heard me. I am her main one, the one she really
loves, you're just a 'fill in', a 'fluff piece'." She
laughed, blowing bubbled off my tit. I covered my 
confusion with a glare. 

"Say it.  You're just Miss Parks 'silly willy'. SAY
it..." the cruel girl demanded. 

I was mortified, but also strangely, my nipples were
perking up, despite myself.  Her tone was just so,
naturally 'right', and here I was, playing in suds,
nude, like a soaked up slut. 

"I...I am just a..." I stammered, fighting tears as she
smugly crossed her arms, then a voice boomed from
behind her, 

"Heather, that's enough!" 

It was Jane alright. She walked up and brought a
single finger to Heather's shoulder, guiding her to
the carpet too, where she knelt. 

I said nothing, embarrassed as I stood there,
thankful the suds were still, mostly hiding me, and
embarrassed another girl was watching us now. 

My eyes quickly flicked over Miss Jamey's body, they
stopped and I suddenly stood transfixed by the sight
before me. She had her coat on, but I hadn't seen what
she'd on beneath it. She had a pastel turquoise see
through lacey body stocking of her own, black boots to
her thighs, which could have looked outlandish, but
somehow seemed to make her all the more sexy and
exotic! 

She had no pubic hair, and I could clearly see the
smooth skin of her lips and the slit of her pussy
through the body stocking. My cunny grew tingly, and
my nipples got even more marbley erect through the
drying suds. 

It happened so quickly that I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't very well stand there with my pussy aching,
nipples perky and announcing my heat, hands finally
succumbing to the vulva of my OWN body. I was AGAST 

I was touching myself right in front of Jamey poo, but I 
couldn't help it!!!! I was so hot, so fast, that to this day I'm
amazed that I didn't pass out from lack of blood to my
brain!

"Jenbug, your hands are wandering..." She smirked,
Heather stuck out her tongue childishly. I blushed,
and hoped the suds were covering my lewd display
before Miss Jane Parks and her... 'friend'. 

Then Jane sat down and made herself comfy, as I stood
before them, mortified and incredibly aroused,
telling myself I was still 'clothed' from the fluffy
suds, which thankfully hid my puss puss! 

Until Jane had Heather crawl over, pucker up, and
'blow' some off my pubis! 

Ooooooohhhhhhh!!!!" I whined as my feet danced back
and forth, doing the same 'little girl pee pee dance''
I'd done on Janey poo's porch, only I wasn't sufferng
from the need to pee. I was just humiliated and trying
to not make it obvious I wanted to play my fingers
quickly across my brazen little pussy mound before
these two ladies, in Miss Parks' living room!!! 

I wanted to die. to cry. 

I kept fingering. 

"Oops, Jenbug LOST some suds, didn't she, Heather?  Does
that upset out witto Jenbug? Why, she's so hot and
bothered, the poor thing looks close to TEARS doesn't
she Heather?" Janey poo chuckled warmly. no, coldly. 

"Janey, please make her stop.." I whimpered as Heather
kept puckering, blowing more suds away from my
emerging pubic mound! 

"Janey? she gets to call you Janey too?" Heather
frowned, but Jane pushed her foot into Heather, who
resumed her duty of denuding me of suds at a faster
pace now, as Jane relished my playing with myself
before them both, shamelessly. 

"Tell her I'm your favorite, okay Janey poo?" Heather
hissed as she sat back, my pussy now nakedly visible,
fingers buried to the hilt, my body arched over as I
sank down to my knees.

"She's my fav Jenbug.  Sorry. You're just not as cute or
lovable as she is!" Janey said with syrupy sweetness,
my gut burning in anger and HURT she'd be so cruel.
This hurt made my cunny ache perhaps most of all.
The emotional rejection.  While playing with myself
THROUGH it all.


" And did she say you could slide to your knees little
snoopy girl?" Heather laughed, as I scrambled to my
feet, arched on my balls of my feet, 'at attention'
before them, still finger fucking myself silly and
furious I'd voluntarily followed Heather's commands
now, too! 

"My what a display your making for our little ladybug,
aren't you? I can't wait to read the note tomorrow!"
Janey mocked,

"But, you're 'seeing' the note now, aren't you?" cracked
Heather dimly. 

"Hush up, baby!" Janey rolled her eyes, playfully
stroked Heather's nipples, as she continued to watch
me hump my own hand, arched on my tip toes now, as I
felt my pride being destroyed, I did the only thing
my panic-stricken brain could think of, I spun around
and faced the counter, hiding my 'hand fuck' in the
corner, my back to them.

"Oops. somebody's suddenly SHYYYYYYYY.  Gosh, are 
you OK, Jenbug?" Janey Poo asked, her voice suddenly very mockingly
concerned.

I knew she obviously saw my butt now, since I'd spun 
around so quickly, but I'm sure she easily deduced I
was hiding nothing, just embarrassing myself more.

I mumbled something incoherent and stared into the
corner under the top cabinets; arms still jerking my
cunny rhythmically, as if staring at the corner would save
 my pride. 

"Are you OK?" she repeated, still concerned at my lack
of  coherent response. Heather giggled. I wanted to curl
up and disappear. 

I mutely nodded my head up and down, willing my erect
nipples to subside. They ignored me. I could feel the
flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, nose
inches from the wall, knowing, FEELING Jamey poo's
eyes riding across me, my soapy curves, calves, small
of my back, breasts peeking from my sides, the nipples
showing as I turned slightly, giving her a little
'show'. I hated this display I was making as I kept
jerking my cunny silly to their snickers and echoing
laughter, but I simply didn't know what ELSE to do. 

In the end, Jane's gentle voice came to my rescue.

"Uh oh...looks like our stuuuuupid little dip shit
Jenbug's got a moist soakingly sticky ITCHY soapy
little cunt, and just can't stop scratching.  Isn't
that right princess?  Does mommies witto babygrrrrrrrl
gotta witto cunny that's drippy poo?  Does she???,"
she said soothingly, reasonably, which made it all
the more mocking and arousing!

I didn't respond for several moments, 

And she let the silence draw out. 

Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't deny the obvious, 
especially since she'd put it out in the open so
plainly. 

My lack of answer made me feel even stupider, as if I
was too dumb to even respond. I felt my neck and face
heat up further and nodded jerkily.

'Or is my little Jenbug too...confused? Does she feel,
stupefied? Dumb?" Janey asked, punching the last word
with cruel wrath. 

"Say it, Say you're too dumb and stupid to answer!"
Heather hiccupped; then made herself giggle, surprising
herself. 

"I am too... dumb...to..." I said, breaking down,
feeling ashamed as I brought a second hand to my own
cunny now, humping, grinding my pelvis to the corner
now, sobbing, crying...

"It's OK, Jenbug. It's natural. It's nothing to be
ashamed of," Janey poo continued in the same
reasonable tone. "You can turn around, your erect
nipples and 'hand humping' won't offend my
sensibilities."

But, I couldn't! My traitorous clitty was sore from
all my rubbing and I was sure, throbbing obscenely as
I'd noticed when I'd played with myself before a
mirror. I was ashamed.  No, JENBUG was ashamed of how
it looked like a little wee wee, peeking out for all the
world to see, red, exposed, so WET,  I  shook my
head, still not trusting myself to speak.

"Jenny, turn aroundm," Jamey's voice didn't ask. 

I shook my head again, not daring to move.

Her tone took on a firmer quality, "Jenny' If you
stand in the corner all day, we won't get much work
done. Are you planning to finish my carpets with BOTH
hands on your pussy like that? " She paused for a
moment to let that sink in.  I whimpered, realizing what a 
fool I looked, ponytail shaking furiously, nose in the 
corner, so close to orgasm now. 

"Should we tape her hands to the carpet vacuum,
Heather?  Then she'd be able to do both jobs at once,
huh?" They both busted up playfully. 

I was grunting now, full wings of orgasm to the sound
of their sweet cruel laughter! Embarrassment or not, I
decided I could increase my shame and humiliation if I
DIDN'T stay with my nose (not to mention my nipples
and crotch) stuck in the corner, and turn around to
see Jamey's face. Besides, I needed that, Jane's face.
Some look of love, of compassion for me, that I WAS a
good little girl and HAD done a good job, cleaning her
house, doing cute little chores, finger fucking
myself!

Reluctantly, I turned around to face Jane Parks, my
mother's neighbor, a distinguished lady over twice my
age, a respected member of the community. For the
first time in my young life, I stood in full view of
another woman, with the rosy peaks of my nipples as
hard as a little rocks. 

I hung my head in shame, not daring to look at her.

"Jenny'" she said, her voice resolved, "Look at me."

I slowly raised my face, but wouldn't make eye contact
with her.

"Jenbug." The one word. 

Was all it took.  

When my eyes finally met hers, I could see that she
was neither embarrassed, nor surprised. In fact, she
seemed completely at ease. She was sitting on
Heather's face, grinding away to a peaceful orgasm, as
she smirked at me.  My hands grasping the vacuum, my
orgasm fading, the idea of being duct taped so I
couldn't play with myself, or simply to keep me
focused on work AND finger fucking, blazing shamefully
in my head, as I started vacuuming the carpet, totally
nude, earrings jangling dippily, placid look on my
blitzed face, ponytail bopping, letting the cleaner's
handle 'bump' into my crotch as Janey 'rode' Heather's
face, and my employer gazed into my eyes...

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" 

Was it, Jenbug?"



________

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