Judith The Maid

I couldn't help it, the thing inside me just kept itching as I walked down the corridor, feeling my insides sting with shame and embarrassment until I turned around, heading back to the room, determined to give the nasty woman a piece of my mind.

Who the hell did Miss Olivia think she was to talk to me like that? 

“Bitch,” I muttered, palming the sore spot on my cheeks and almost to the room when the sound of hushed voices bleeding through the doors made goosebumps spread on my skin.

I felt my breathing come faster as I inched forward, feeling my breasts mash into the...