Make Miss Gatlin a janitor

The young coach crossed her arms impatiently. “What kind of understanding?”

“The kind where we understand what my job is and what your job is,” said Mr. Horner. “'Cause you know, sugar-tits, as the assistant janitor, bathrooms are your job.”

“Assistant...” Miss Gatlin looked very confused. “Oh yeah. I don't know why I'm complaining to you about it when it's my responsibility.”

“That's right,” Mr. Horner said with an overly serious nod. “You need to take this more seriously. Being a janitor is a very prestigious job, baby-cakes. You're not even in your assistant janitor uniform!”

Miss Gatlin looked down at herself, embarrassed. “I'm so sorry, sir. I got here late and I haven't had a chance to-”

“Hey hey, no excuses now!” Mr. Horner put his arm around her and grabbed her tight, 24 year old ass. “Let's just get you to the maintenance room and get you changed.”

The maintenance room was small, but had all the cleaning equipment and supplies for the whole school. There was barely enough room for the two of them to stand in it, but they squeezed in.

“All right, darlin', go ahead and change.”

“Here?” said Miss Gatlin. “But, I can't change in front of you, even if you are my boss.”

Mr. Horner rubbed the bone and made a few changes to her ideas on modesty and how to respect her superior.

“I mean, sorry sir, I'll change right now.”

Miss Gatlin stripped off her clothes quickly. The leering janitor reached up to a shelf and pulled a flask of gin from its hiding place behind a bottle of bleach. He took a big sip, needing something to calm his nerves after all the good luck that had hit him. He admired the gym teacher's lean, athletic body as she yanked her utilitarian white panties off.

She ran a hand through her hair. “Sir? I don't see my assistant janitor uniform anywhere.”

“Here it is, sugar-tits,” said Mr. Horner as he handed her a dirty old cloth.

“Thank you, sir.” Miss Gatlin took the rag and tied it around her head to keep her hair out of her face.

Mr. Horner looked the hot young P.E. coach up and down. “Don't forget your... uh... pre-cleaning exercises,” he said as he wished for what he wanted those exercises to be.