Service Elevator

Anne strode toward the elevator and then thought better of it and made a sharp turn down a narrow hallway. A crooked smile creased her face as she saw the stained and scared doors of the buildings tawdry service elevator. She defiently stuck out her finger and pushed the green button.

"This will show that bastard!" she thought as the old machinery creeked and moaned into place. The doors opened. "Bingo" she thought as she gazed upon one of the janitors, a small Puerto Rican man holding onto a mop that was sticking out of a yellow "Hazardous when wet" bucket.

Anne sauntered up to within six inches of the man's face and, doing an imatation of something between Mae West and Madonna said, "Is that a mop in your hands or are you just happy to see me?"

The man looked at her with a puzzled expression and replied, "No habla english>"

"Oh, ...just great." Anne sneared as she dropped to her knees.

90 seconds later she was pushing the button for floor sixteen while wiping the last few drops of cum from her lips. Turning to the janitor she said, "Just remember Pedro, tell all your homies that Mrs. Jared Anderson puts out.

"Meesez Harred Ahndurson, si."