Directly some work

Taylor was a bit bored. This job sucked a bit and he couldn't imagine how someone would do this his whole life. Of course, when there were the breaks between classes, he could see some hot girls, but then there were long stretches barely anyone was around, as everyone was in their classes.

Suddenly the phone in front of him rung and almost made him fall off the chair. "Damn," he mumbled and waited a moment. Of course, the phone didn't stop and so he picked up. "Yeah?"

"Uh ...," a female voice said on the other side. "This is the janitor, right? Could you maybe come to room 315? We have a problem here with the sound."

He couldn't believe it. He should be fucking some hot pussy but instead, now he could repair stuff at a school. But he knew what the boss said and at least the voice sounded cute. "Sure, I am there in just a moment."

He went up to the third floor and found the room, which turned out to be some music classroom. The caller turned out to be a younger teacher, maybe in her late twenties. She made huge eyes as the muscular black guy stepped in and introduced himself.

"Oh ... you must be new," she mumbled. "Right, Mr Joe retired recently."

Taylor looked around the room, spotting several students. They were all looking old enough to work at their club and each of them had some sort of musical instrument laying in front of them. He had to bite his tongue to not do comment about them all having good blowing skills.

"Taylor," he then said to the teacher. "You said there was an issue?"

"Oh yeah," the teacher said. "We can't get the audio working. Could you maybe check?"

He nodded and as he pulled the amplifier forward on the shelf, he made sure each of the girls got a nice view of his backside. As he checked the cables, he wondered if he was already creating some wet pussies.

The problem turned out to be some loose cables, which had disconnected. He plugged them back in and could hear the sound working again.

"Wow, thanks," the teacher said.

"You owe me one," he said with a grin and as he walked towards the door, he could see several girls biting their lips. There were a lot of fruits to be picked soon.

The rest of the day went relatively eventless for Taylor. As he locked the school building late that night, he suddenly heard someone shouting. As he turned around, he spotted a young woman sprinting towards the entrance.

"Hey, hey," he said as she arrived. She was one of the girls from the music class from earlier. "Why the hurry?"

"Forgot my wallet. Could you please let me check in the room I had in my last class? I need the ticket for the bus."

Taylor mustered her. "Well, I already clocked out."

"PLEASE," the girl said and her brown eyes got big, looking at him. A cute face she had, he thought.

"Well, if you ask so nicely," Taylor said. He unlocked the door again and lead the young woman into the school. "Saw you playing an instrument."

"Oh yeah, I play the flute," the girl said. "Pia by the way."

"Taylor. You are in your last year?"

"Yeah, I am. Almost nineteen." They headed for a room on the second floor and as she suspected, Pia found her wallet there.

"Thank you so much," she said and smiled happily.

"Well, well," Taylor said and looked down at the student. "I think I deserve a little bit more. In the end, I spend some extra time here."

Pia looked at him, slightly confused, slightly worried. "What do you mean?"