Every janitor has his day

"So you have to do whatever I say?" asked the old janitory.

"Yep," said Amy with a giggle.

"Bend over and grab your ankles," he said as a test and felt the bone heat up.

Amy bent over and grabbed her ankles.

"Tell me you're a silly airhead who loves a good fucking."

"I'm a silly airhead who loves a good fucking," said Amy with glee.

"Go under the bleachers and play with yourself for about an hour while you fantisize about being fucked by a hoard of janitors."

"OK!" said Amy. She skipped off to the side the bleachers then ducked underneath.

"Well, fuck me!" said Mr. Horner to himself. He smiled, dropped his broom and headed for Ms. Stimpson's office. Ms. Stimpson was the assitasnt principal in charge of school grounds. She was always giving him a hard time about the grass along the sidewalks not being edged straight enough or the desks not being put back straight enough after he swept or the boys restrooms smelling too bad. He just faked a smile and said he'd get on it when she bitched him out.

Ms. Stimpson was in her office standing at a file cabinet. She was divorced with three kids, 45 years old, about 5'10, 135 lbs, curvy if not a bit out of shape, and had shoulder length dark brown hair. She was wearing one of her boring pant suits.

Mr. Horner walked right in and sat down.

She looked over at him and down her nose at him. "Ahem, shouldn't you knock and wait until I offer you a seat?" She asked in a superior tone.

"No, you know I can come in any time I want."

"Oh, well, I guess you've been here long enough. What do you want? I'm busy."

"I'm not making enough money," he said.

"Well, I can't do anything about it. That's a school board matter. Anything else."

"Yes, tell me how much do you make?"

"$76,000 a year....um if it's any of your business."

"Hmm, I've been here 27 years, and I only make $34,000, so give me $100 a week out of your own pocket. That's fair."

She turned and looked at him. She scratched her head lightly. "I guess you're right. That seems fair."

Mr. Horner enjoyed the confusion on Stimpson's face. "Oh, there's something else you can do for me every week too starting today!"