teach her a lesson

The disdain with which she asked if I was the janitor pissed me off. I decided to teach her a lesson about class. Her lesson began with me stripping her naked. No reason for me not to enjoy her education, right? She was nice and firm for a woman her age, so I took my time removing her underwear and then walking her to the front of her desk where I had stood when I stopped time.

Then I stripped down myself. Ms. Walsh was going to spend some time in my shoes, or at least my uniform. It didn't fit her, what with her rack and all, but without her bra on I was able to squish her tits into the formless coveralls. I took off her expensive jewelry and hid it in her desk, then tied her perfectly coiffed hair back in a pony tail with a rubber band.

I couldn't exactly put her clothes on myself, but I could wear Jack's clothes. Yes, they were big on me, but it was better than a woman's suit. Plus having him naked would keep him from running in on us when his boss inevitably screamed.

I sat in Ms. Walsh's seat and started time.

"I don't have ti..." the company owner began, then froze, looked around confused, then down at what she was wearing.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she demanded.

"Language, Jennifer!" I reprimanded her. "You're in hot enough water all ready without being vulgar. Your job is on the line here!"

"My job?" the woman screamed. "MY job?!? I'm your boss! I own the company! Rachel, who is this madman?"

"Rachel, Roses are red," I reminded her before she could answer. "You know I'm the boss, don't you?"

"You're the boss!" the blissfully entranced Rachel agreed.

"And Jennifer Walsh, here, is the janitor at your building, am I right?" I prompted.

"Yes! Of course you're right!" Rachel nodded emphatically.

"Rachel, this isn't funny!" the enraged Ms. Walsh fumed. "You know damned well who I am!"

"Of course!" Rachel agreed. "You're Jennifer the Janitor!"

Ms. Walsh roared.

"JACK!" she screamed. "GET IN HERE NOW, JACK?"