Encounter with the boss

I look at Dean Franklin, my custodian strategists, or what I call him, the head janitor. The fifty year old tan skin man stares across at me while I clean up a stain in the cafeteria area. He stood at six foot one and looks like he weight about healthy measurement of 178. He wore a simple expression upon his wrinkled old face. The years not being the best to him as he amble over to me.

"Boy. You are doing an okay job. But we need to work on your speed. Speed is crucial to everything in life." He said in a low voice.

"Yeah I bet it is." I say looking him over.

"What?" I shook my head to his question allowing him to continue to talk. "Back in my day, this place was a cupcake processing plant. Easy to tidy up, left overs went into my pockets, and there used to be hot young and mature chicks working here. Now the nerds in suits throw stupid parties virtually every week, making us custodians work harder. No pretty chicks to leer at, just scrawny little know it all's."

A buzzer went over our walkie talkies as we both heard Jackson Mercury inviting the new custodian to come to his office. Dean hop on the radio notifying him, after I finished the clearing off the tables, I would be on my way up. He sign off as me and him achieves purifying the table of the crumbles.

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"Yes come in John." Jackson said as I immigrate into his considerable large office.

An elaborate wall painting window glass stood behind him. Dragons, pythons, and other reptile like creatures snaked together. His large black desk made sure I could only see him from upper torso to the top of his handsome face. He slams an article of paper down onto his desk as he studies me.

"What do you need from me..." He pause my words with a single finger as he stare blankly at me.

He grunts in short bursts as he said. "Yeah I'm happy to inform you, that in two weeks. A job will be opening. I got to fire one of my highest paid employee."

"Why?"

"He's making too much for too little of work. Why should I pay a man who making three hundred thousand when I can pay a different man with the same skill sets, 40,000?"

I said. "What if I wanted more money?"

He laughs. "Haha. Why should I pay you more, when you haven't work in this field yet? Your an unproven questionable investment. But don't you worry, I do believe you can make surplus amount of money in this field if you allow me to help you along your journey."

"Well, thank you sir. I .. Can't wait to be apart of your staff in the coming weeks." I said gratefully.

"Don't mention it. You will be my diamond, I can feel it." He gets up from his desk as he move to the door to leave. "Since your still a custodian for the next two weeks, clean my office. There a huge mess under my table."

I shake my head in agreement as the door shut behind Jackson. I bring my cleaning hardwire over to his enormous desk. I twist my back to bend over trying to discover the dirt and grimy stains, but my eyes receded wide open in mass uncertainty. My eyes found a petite asian intern with her blouse tuck underneath and deep into her skirt. Her perky small tits hidden behind her hands from me. A huge load of slobber mixed with what seem to be sperm, slides down her chin unto her embarrass cringing body.

"Oh um do you need help?" I ask.

She crawl from under the desk saying. "Clean the mess up loser." She races out of the room putting her clothes on without another utterance.

I fall on my knees, my nostrils getting hit by the pure sweet scent of sex underneath the office desk. I see multiple spots of spit and drips of cum. I then see a damp moist spot where the asian girl was kneeling. My mind recreation the scene of Jackson and the cute asian blowing him. My cock becomes stiff as I begin to rinse the carpet clean of the many different liquids.