First he finds some transportation

Mr. Horner leaned down and clamped his mouth around Amy's exposed nipple. He wished that she'd finish her masturbation session with a huge orgasm. She grabbed his head and screamed, arching her back and shoving the big tit further into his mouth. The janitor sucked as hard as he could, then got up and pulled Amy to her feet.

“Man, that tasted good! I've wanted to do that for years!”

“You can do more than that,” said Amy. “I'd love a good fucking, Mr. Horner.”

“You call me sir, sweet-tits.”

“Yes, sir.” Amy smiled with a dopey grin, happy that Mr. Horner was willing to help out a bimbo like her.

Mr. Horner put an arm around Amy and led her outside. “I took the bus to work, just like every day. But I think we can do a little better than that.”

A police car drove past the school and the janitor grinned. With a wish the patrol car turned around and drove into the school parking lot, stopping in front of them. Mr. Horner wished for the police officer to get out.

Officer Daniels, a mountain of muscle and testosterone, got out of the patrol car. With his chiseled features and wavy hair, Mr. Horner could tell he was the kind of guy who'd always gotten the girls.

“What's going on here?” said the officer. “Miss, is this old man bother-”

“Shut up,” said Mr. Horner, using the bone to make his words law. He laughed as the cop's jaw slammed shut. “I wish you'd answer all my questions honestly. Did you ever fuck a cheerleader?”

“Yes!” spit out Officer Daniels. “I fucked several in high school and a couple more in college.”

“Oh, a big man and a college boy.” Mr. Horner hated this pretty-boy cop.