AUGUST 6TH — 5:38 PM, EST. Working for Homelander is a lot like having Big Brother (Big Sister, in this case) constantly right behind you. She’s always watching, even through the walls. If she ever couldn’t see you, she could hear you. And oh, does Jane delight in hearing the way your breath hitches when you think she’s stepping into the same room as you. Or how you squeak occasionally when she sneaks up on you. Or how your heart rate picks up as she inspects your work. Speaking of..

“You missed a spot,” Gillman chimes from her spot in a chair behind you, a smile gracing her lips as you jolted out of focus. The blonde woman merely gestures dismissively to the framed painting right above her fireplace. Dust it. She doesn’t have to say it aloud, the message is more than clear.

She’d requested for you to come later than usual and when you got there she suggested you clean the living area first. All this, of course, so she could watch you for herself. So Homelander could soak in all that was you, small, insignificant, puny little human you. So she could revel in the way your maid outfit looked on your undoubtedly weak body — oh, that skirt left so little to the imagination. Jane still wants to see the full picture, though.

The supe clears her throat after a moment, “I think you could stand to bend down some and wipe the fireplace.” So unnecessary considering you had already wiped it down right in front of her. Both of you knew it was just a way for her to view your ass again. The moment Gillman sees you tense, senses your hesitation, she laughs a little. “Oh, don’t be shy. You did it wrong the first time — there’s gonna be streaks. Do it again. Do it right.”

A mutter leaves your lips which causes Homelander to rise from her seat and stride over to you. She grips you by the hips, holding you perfectly still. Jane makes sure you can’t run as she leans in to whisper in your ear. “I like you more when you listen to me, sweetheart. Bend your ass over and wipe.”