Janitor Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was the trashy talk I wanted to hear. "Oooooh!" I moaned expectantly. "But not yet, sweetie." Slowing my thrusts, I gave his knob a quick lick, then turned to face the janitor. He had already stepped out of his pants and was stroking his cock with a leer on his face. "How about you, Mr. Janitor?" I sighed wistfully. I stood slowly, closing my fist around his rock-hard prick. I leaned towards him, brushing his hair aside so that my lips were just barely touching his ear. And I whispered.

I poise myself to attack. "Whoa, chill girl. I just want to talk," he tells me, his grin telling me the opposite of what he just said. "How the hell did you get in here, too?" I ask him. This is bad. This is really bad. Uncle Fern being here is horrible enough. Jon, too? "Well, I applied as a janitor the same time Uncle got the gardener job, and here I am. I have to say, for a fancy school, your security really sucks."

He didn't tell Marcus. He didn't tell Arthur. He didn't tell anyone at all. Instead, he quietly opened the building's maintenance records. He searched for elevator four. His eyes moved across the screen. Maintenance dates. Inspection reports. Repair records. He stopped. Julian stared at the last service report. His eyebrows slowly came together. The elevator had been inspected only two weeks earlier. The report was clear. Everything had been checked. There were no problems. No warnings. No damaged parts. No issues had been recorded.