Episode 152: A HANDMAID’S TAIL

9:30 AM! The principal’s office at Horton-Dexter High School...

“Pastor Martin? Carl Manley. I apologize if calling this early is any inconvenience.”

“Not at all. I was just walking into the church. I have a few things I need to do here before Wednesday services.” Jon Martin had just entered his clergy office and took a seat at his desk. “What can I do for you Carl?”

“We talked about my wife’s home care when you picked up your daughter Tabitha the other day. Forgive me, how is your daughter feeling?”

“Tabby is getting better. Maybe by Wednesday she can resume her classes. I’ve made certain she has kept up her homework that you sent home. So far it has not been contagious.”

“Good! Before we discuss my wife further, I just wanted to let you know I found the finances to jumpstart our band department. You can tell Tabitha the good news. I rehired Marcella VanCamp so the transition should be flawless, I know Tabitha loved Marci.” Secret crush! Tabitha liked the ladies. “I might need to reformat class schedules to accommodate anyone who wants to be in band. I’m thinking in Tabitha’s case her first period English Lit isn’t a required course we can transition her out of that hour.”

“Absolutely! Perfect! Tabby was still going out to Marci’s home to practice for the sporting event concerts. She’s going to be excited to have her back at Horton-Dexter. That also resolves my having any long talk with her over the issues you spoke of.”

“We can cope! Marci was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make when budget cuts occurred. Thankfully Counsellor Cherry’s influence is kicking things back into gear even if it may not be forever. Her money rehired Marci. As a matter of fact, with her help I just hired a new basketball coach. A new girl’s coach here as soon as I get back to her. Things are certainly looking up.” Carl sat back watching his laptop cameras to witness Josie McKellen teaching her sophomore class in the nude. Shaking his head at her shameless strutting, vibrators attacking her every five minutes it was almost hilarious.

A glance up at the camera in his own office he nodded at it. A blinking light on the camera acknowledged him, the voyeurs out there approving of what Josie was doing. At even Carl for not intervening when they all knew he wanted to. Carl had no real choices here if he wanted his job. He needed to find ways to toughen himself up again like the old days. While not losing all of his strict military ethics his marriage had taken its toll, a loving perfect wife, a brilliant son, Margaret Becker-Manley had relaxed him far too much in the last 20 years. His wife’s debilitating cancer was getting worse. His dedication to her the strength she needed. Back to basic training. So, to speak!

“Perfect! Ironically, you beat me in calling you. I intended to get in touch this morning as well. I made a few calls to my volunteers and found a willing caregiver. Money provided as I’m certain you know. We both deal with the same...”

“Benefactors! I hear you, Martin. Speak no further on that subject. Well aware of their kindness.”

“Right! Anyway, a very sizable donation to my church has allowed me to make offers to volunteers in times of crisis. Most have careers of their own, but I did locate one who just lost her job recently. Nothing of her own fault mind you. Layoffs! Her name is Nadine Moss. If not mistaken I believe she is 24 years old. She worked at a child handicap facility which had financial difficulties of its own, so, they let their most recent hires go. Nadine is a wonderful young lady, she graduated at Wellington High School six years ago. I’ve mentioned your wife’s condition as stage 3 cancer, so she is fully aware of what her job will pertain to. She has no transportation however outside of the mass transit system so, if your wife has doctor’s appointments you might still have to make arrangements.”

“Most cases I like to drive her so I know she has me nearby. If it comes to that it would be my boy or Margaret’s sister. I mostly need this Nadine when I’m at work. My wife’s sister Diana is getting burnt out watching Margaret. My son Jesse covers her one day a week. Today actually! When can she start?”

“I hit her up at church on Sunday. She was ready yesterday after I offered her the opportunity, I just knew you were at home on weekends so waited until today to contact you. I can give you Nadine’s number and you can see if she might drop by the school for an interview.”

“I trust you, Martin. I’ll take her number and call her. Maybe if she’s free now I’ll have her drop by my home and give Jesse a breather. My boy is a good judge of character so if he gives her an approval she can come aboard. Thank you for the assist.”

“No problem at all. I will warn you of a thing or two. As you know our ... benefactors always look for talent. Nadine is quite a beauty and very, shall I say resilient. I don’t believe she is under any influence mind you, but she has potential. I’ve known her for a year and let’s just say ... she likes giving. By giving I mean lifestyle. I’ve heard tale that she’s into the submissive game like her mother was. If that becomes a problem just let her off easy. Her uncle has a heart and has cared for her after her mother and father passed, car wreck. Nadine has a been a tad withdrawn over the last three years due to that accident. I’ve counselled her a number of times and although I am breaking a rule in telling you I will. Her mother was raised in an Amish community and was shunned when getting pregnant by Nadine’s father who was outside their circles. Her father Daniel had family here in Nashville, so they relocated here. So, Nadine has always been somewhat shy and awkward. Stunningly beautiful however.”

“Submissive, huh?” Carl perked up, sitting up straight in his chair. His dominant gene reactivating, Carl’s secret weakness as a drill instructor back in the day was young beautiful female cadets. While many of those young women were warriors, a hand full of them were knee droppers. His wife not into such a lifestyle he often missed the old days. Once Jesse was born, game over. He loved Margaret beyond measure. Here of late though, hiring Piper Cherry, dealing with his dark employers, and finding a certain Art teacher appealing, his thoughts were returning to glory days. Thoughts only at this point. He knew his wife needed his devotion. “We’ll see how things go. As long as she gets the job done, I don’t really care what she does in her personal life.”

“No boyfriend. No husband. I think she might be searching for purpose. Like I said, tender her as required. She is a good kid.”

“Noted! Number?” A fast relay of her cell number Carl and the good Pastor parted conversation. A swift look over his laptop cameras he spies Josie McKellen at her desk knuckling her cunt. Her students watching even if unable to witness her hands. A peek in on Piper Cherry covering Mimi Alexander’s art class found her modelling for her students. At least her dress was still on. Subtle checks on his other faculty to find things quiet. A ten-minute lull to reflect on his past, how his present was going, the hardship of caring for Margaret he finally sighed and turned his back away from the camera mount to mask his words.

“I know I need help. Thing is, do I dare risk hiring a submissive that might tempt me? Bad enough the crap Cherry pulls. Her biting my dick through my pants earlier made me tense. Each new day I let these cunts, these students, get away with more I feel as if I’m losing control. In the old days I was God, now I deal with Olympus on the wall back there. I feel like a follower, but the money is good. I’ve been toying with the idea of Mimi, but crazy thing is I find her like a daughter after the last few years knowing her. Fowler likes Mimi too; they seem to be getting close. Maybe I should just let Cherry work her magic and just be happy watching Mimi evolve. This Nadine might turn out to be nothing but ... submissive is an attractive quality. I’m an old man though. What can I hope to gain out of this besides getting my wife a handmaid. Why couldn’t we have had a daughter too. She could have taken up the slack for Jesse and me. Then again Nadine isn’t much older than Jesse. Who knows I might hire this girl and she and Jesse could hit it off. Tawny Martin would be nothing but trouble if he marries her someday. Hell, she teases me. Not complaining the kid is hot. Still! Let’s just dial this Nadine and touch base.” Opting to make that call, Nadine’s number rang three times before she answered.

“Hello?” A soft honey like voice was heard. Carl cocked an eyebrow. Nice!

“Is this Nadine Moss?”

“Yes.”

“Principal Carl Manley. Pastor Jonathan Martin gave me your number about a possible job offer in the caregiving my ailing wife.”

“Oh, yes! Hello, Sir. I was hoping I might get the chance. Filling out applications online can be frustrating. Nobody wants me it seems, and I really am a hard worker. I’m bored out of my behind.”

“I bet! A few things before I consider hiring you. First off, can you deal with my wife’s condition? She’s puking every couple of hours. Eating is never pretty. You’d need to prepare her breakfast and lunch each day. I work Monday through Friday. My wife’s sister has been watching over her four days a week. My son the fifth day. Your weekends should be free to have a social life.”

“If only I had one of those.”

“I heard you were single. Why no man if I may ask? Woman if that might be the case.”

“I’m straight, Sir. I have yet to meet a man that can offer me what I feel I need.”

“And what is that?”

“A firm personality I suppose.”

“Suppose? If you have to guess, then you must be wrong.”

“No, Sir! I’ve been raised to respect men is all. I second guess myself when guys want love. I don’t know that I have that emotion in me. I mean for everyone yes, but not toward a man I could never find strong.”

“Pastor Martin tell you I used to be a drill sergeant in the Army?”

“No, sir! That sounds ... amazing. I can detect a superiority in your voice Sir.” He could tell in her tone that his admission had piqued her interest. “If you give me the chance, I will prove myself a loyal caregiver.”

“Give me a reason to believe that.”

“How Sir?”

“Facetime me right this second. I need to know who I’m hiring by face.”

“I ... I’m not even dressed Sir. I answered the phone directly from my shower.”

“Have a good day, Moss.”

“WAIT! I understand your hesitance. I need this job Sir.”

“Invite!” He set it up and offered it to her. A fear of God moment always did prompt his cadets. A second later he saw her on his cellphone screen. The girl had wet brown hair but was indeed quite lovely. Lonely green eyes found it hard to look at him. Seeing Carl with a scowl she shied off a bit. Viewing her head and shoulders only he nodded. “Interview begins now. Look me in the eye.” She overcame her fear and shared big beautiful green orbs. “If you deviate your gaze even once I’ll know you’re lying to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Can I trust you?”

“Yes!” Firm gaze, Carl believed her.

“I can be overbearing and demanding of your abilities. Can you cope?”

“Yes!” Perfect!

“Do you live alone? Roommates?” He knew already.

“I live with my uncle. My parents passed away three years ago.”

“What if I offered you a live in job. Would you be up to that?”

“Yes. My uncle wants me out to be honest. He has a girlfriend. I just haven’t been financially stable to get my own place.”

“My wife’s care is top priority. An assist 24/7 on call would work best. I have a spare bedroom in my basement. It’s tiny. Concrete floor and cinder block walls, nothing fancy. There is a full bathroom down there.”

“I don’t take up much room. I’m 5’1, 120 pounds. I don’t really own anything.”

“Owned!”

“Sir?”

“Thoughts out loud. I can read you like a book, Moss. You’re submissive.”

“Yes. I prefer to follow. My mother followed my father. It must be hereditary.”

“Born leader.” He growled. “You have one chance to impress me within the next three minutes. Give me one good reason to hire you, Moss. Shock me before I shock you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She scurried with a faint squeal from her steamy bathroom out into her bedroom and stood before a full-size closet mirror and let him see her naked body. Not the perfect ass she was medium in build after all, nice size breasts at 36C. Slick as a whistle bikini area. No tattoos. Her nipples however were pierced with tiny silver barbells. “Shocking enough? I hope that you approve Sir.”

“You presumed I wanted to see you naked.”

“No, Sir. I wanted to show you. I like the way you treat me. Have I ruined my chance?”

“Finish your shower. Put on a nice dress. Short! Look beautiful. Got a pen?”

“Yes.” She moved to her dresser taking him with her. Clicking a pen for him to see Carl recited his home address. “Got it.”

“I’m calling my son Jesse and telling him you will be there at 2:00. A minute late he will be instructed to not answer the door. If he approves of you, I’ll have you meet my wife. She’s bed ridden 60% of her day. Treat her with care, show her you want to be employed. She could probably use a bath. I’ll consider offering my spare bedroom on terms.”