Pete pushed the broom past the doorway and peeped inside. Hank was working late and still on the phone.
"Dam. I wish that man would call it a day and go home. I promised Melissa I'd be home on time tonight for her mother's birthday party."
Pete kept pushing the broom down the hallway and around the corner and saw one of the women walking down the stairs. She was a blonde with huge boobs and long legs. Pete smiled at her as she seductively walked past him in the hall.
Pete couldn't remember her name for sure but knew she was married to one of the bar tenders in the club. He turned around and saw the blonde walk into Hank's office and shut the door.
"Oh. Come on now! I need to get that office clean before seven. Melissa is going to kiss me!"
Pete was beginning to get frustrated as he slammed the door open to the janitor closet and tossed the broom against the wall. He looked at his watch and hoped whatever business they had, wouldn't take much longer.
Pete had worked at the private club for more than a year and saw a lot of strange things take place. Pete knew that Hank was involved in a lot of illegal activity. The only problem was that Hank had a lot of money and influence and paid off a lot of officials to keep the club open.
Pete would have never taken the job if he knew what kind of club it was in the first place. It catered to wealthy business people across the world. People that desired a little more then just a nice hotel and a good place to eat.
The building was huge with five floors in the hotel. The club provided dancing and was open to the public. If you belonged to Hank's special club, then you were allowed down to the basement level where you could see a variety of things on any given night.
It was openly known as the basement club and you had to be very special and rich to be able to attend. Friday and Saturday nights were special because the club offered entertainment on those nights.
Pete wasn't allowed on that floor of the building. You had to have a special pass to even go down to that level if you worked for the club. His friend, Jim was in charge of cleaning on that floor and heard that they put on sex shows on those nights and had a variety of women working as prostitutes for Hank's special clients.
Pete knew that Jim's wife worked in the club but he wouldn't talk about it. Pete saw her around a couple times when he was out shopping with Melissa. She was a petite blonde with long hair and appeared to be very shy.
That was before she got her job working for Hank and the last time Pete saw Jim's wife was outside the building wearing a short sexy dress and smoking a cigarette.
Pete saw the blonde leaving Hank's office and quickly grabbed his cleaning cart and walked down the hallway. The blonde passed him as he made his way to Hank's office. She was trying not to look at Pete as she quickly walked past him on her way to the elevator.
Pete peeked inside the doorway to Hank's office and saw Hank tucking his shirt into his pants. Pete tried to pretend he wasn't looking but Hank waived him in.
"Pete. I'm just about ready to leave. The place is all yours!"
"Oh. Thank you, Mr. Stevens."
"Pete! Your wife called the office about an hour ago. I told her you would be home shortly."
"Thank you. Mr. Stevens. I'll try and call her once I finish in here."
Hank starred at Pete as he pushed his cleaning cart into the office. Pete was a hard dependable worker. Pete was a little on the naive side but a good worker.
"Pete. When are you going to get yourself a cell phone like everyone else?"
"I don't really know. Mr. Stevens. We can't afford one of those."
Hank was about to leave the office but turned around and starred at Pete for a second while he thought of an idea.
"Pete. Why don't you have your wife come in tomorrow morning? Say, around. Ten. I'll see what I can do about getting her a job here."
"OK. Mr. Stevens. That might be a good idea, having her working here with me."
Hank starred at Pete again before walking out of the office. "Uh. Yeah. Have your wife bring in her birth certificate for ID and I'll see her in the morning."
Pete saw an opportunity here. Melissa wanted a job but they couldn't afford two cars. Having home party's for silly products aren't exactly bringing in the type of money they needed to furnish their new house.
He couldn't wait to get home to tell her the good news!
Melissa's mother had just left and she was busy cleaning the dishes. The half-cut birthday cake sat on the kitchen table as Pete poked his finger into the frosting.
"Honey. This might be a good idea! We can ride into work together. You won't have to worry about paying for another car right now."
"Pete. I'm not so sure about working at that club. I've heard all sorts of bad things happening down there."
Pete pulled out a chair and sat down while his wife dried her hands and turned around. "Pete. I just don't like it. What about that woman we read about in the paper last month that got caught selling drugs down there?"
"Melissa. That type of stuff happens everywhere, not just at the club. You're going to find bad apples, no matter where you work. Just come on down with me in the morning and talk to Mr. Stevens. You'll see! He's a really nice guy."
Melissa was trying to figure out the best dress she should wear at her interview that morning. She had laid out three dresses on the bed and decided on wearing the pants' suit her mother gave her for her birthday last night.
Pete poked his head into the bedroom as Melissa was slipping on her bra. "Honey. Hurry up or we're going to be late!"
She was struggling to slip the bra around her waist. Melissa was gifted well in the breast department but never liked to flaunt them in public. Pete always teased her about keeping herself covered so well that her own mother didn't know her exact breast size. She kept them well hidden as well as the rest of her fabulous figure.
Melissa had filled out as a young girl, looking much more mature at sixteen then most of the other girls in her school. She was now twenty-six and hadn't changed much since those school years. She was always shy and afraid to show off her figure in school just like she was now.
Her mother had been very strict, not allowing her to date boys while she was in school. She was teased by the other kids and never had good self esteem about herself. She met Pete one day while walking around a department store where he worked as a janitor. She liked him right away and they were married a year later.
Melissa had no regrets about not being able to date other men. She fell in love with Pete at first sight and that's the way it had been for five years. She remembered how much fun they had on their honeymoon. They were both virgins and didn't have sex until the second night. She hadn't a clue about anything and was still very naive when it came to having sex.
Pete was ten years older then Melissa and had been working as a janitor all his life. Melissa didn't care if he made a lot of money. Pete was a very good provider and liked to save money. They were able to buy this little two-bedroom house last year on his modest income and she was very proud of him.
Melissa finally got her breasts settled into the size forty-two inch bra and quickly pulled up the pants over her long shapely legs. She had a tiny waist for a woman having such large breasts. She combed her long blond hair and quickly ran out with her purse in her hand where Pete was waiting for her.
She didn't wear any makeup or even lipstick. She was brought up as sort of a tomboy. They drove to the club and pulled into the large parking garage. Pete flashed his identification to the guard and drove past and found an empty spot way in the back where employees' had to park.
