"What's the...?" you say as you realize it is Anne, the janitress.
"Don't say a word," she cautions. "I know you slipped out of class and I'll report you to the principal unless..."
"Unless what?" you ask, wondering what this 38-year-old bitch was up to. Most of the students fear her, as she is the principal's eyes and ears. Rumor is she is a lesbian!
"Unless you cooperate with me," she says as she locks the door.
"What do you want me to do?" you ask, trying to hide the slight tremble in your voice.
"I need you to twist this thing here for me," she says as she points to the inside of a washer, "while I move the wrench in the opposite direction. Got it?"
"Yes," you answer, somewhat relieved.
As you twist the thing, one of the water hoses gets unplugged and complete soaks Anne's pants. She immediately pulls down her wet pants as she mutters, "This is the washroom," and throws it into a clothes dryer.
You notice that she is wearing a black g-string, but just as your fear of her slowly turns to desire, her commanding voice interrupts your thoughts, "What are you staring at, young man?"
"Ah, ah," you try to grope for words.
"No excuses! Answer me! Do you find me sexy?" she asks.
You stare back at her as she removes her sweatshirt. You had to agree that beneath those baggy, sexless janitor clothes, a trim, sweaty body existed that was making your cock throb.
"You don't have to answer me. I see the answer," she says eyeing your hard-on. "You know, you've got to service me first! Now get on your knees and eat me up!" |