He was preparing to enter yet another bedroom on his corridor. He knocked once just for show. Apparently no one was using it, so he tried the handle. The handle would not budge. He tried it once, twice, however it remained firmly in place, unmoving. He turned his head and observed the new predicament with wide eyes. He had the special tool that would allow him to breach the door that stood in his way. He used his deft fingers and the door beeped once. He quickly opened them and rushed inside.
He had no time to spare.
He rushed through the small hallway and into the bedroom/living room. He knew what to do. Collect the trash from the bins. The one in the living room and the one in the bathroom. That done he rushed towards to the window. Pulled the white satin curtains. The sun was so bright it almost hurt his eyes. Opening the windows he let the fresh air rush inside the room. Morning city jungle just jumped through the window like a violent intruded. He grimaced in annoyance.
He turned and evaluated the room in its entirety.
The bed needs to be made. Bathroom cleaned and the entire condo vacuumed. He had no time to spare.
Watching the task he had on his hands he sighed. Inwardly he was a little bit ashamed to be working as a male cleaning lady. However it was a job, it got food on the table and few other necessities.
A noise at the front door roused him from his daydream.
He looked up and saw a nice looking woman, "Devon you need to re-make the bed at 503."
"Yes, miss Lane." Devon answered.
She smiled widely and a second later she was gone.
Devon sighed. That's another redo he'd had to attend to. Too many of these.
"I thought this would be a cushy gig." He whispered.
Devon worked hard. When he was working, his work took every ounce of his attention. Some thought it was a good thing. Devon just thought he was being a serious about his job. He took three days of practice to get acquainted to the job. Yet he still made mistakes. Rookie ones.
There were few things that he needed to remember. Rooms were prioritized as 1 or 2. First rooms were often free and needed cleaning extensively. The other still had occupants and just needed the essentials. Emptying the trash, making the beds and providing the bathroom with fresh and clean towels.
That said he was back in the 503. Standing and watching the bed spread all over the floor. Someone destroyed his work.
"Again." He sighed.
He remade the bed. It wasn't easy, but he did it in record time. It was not pretty, but fast pace work would often result in a sloppy work. Tough.
For this day the rest of the rooms were done in similar fashion. It took him some time, but he started to like working here. He was in the elevator heading down underground to where the employee's dressing rooms were. He stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor entering the locker room and stopping in front of his locker. The lock needed his number. He scrolled through the selection and the lock made the releasing noise.
"Devooon." He heard a sultry voice whisper behind him.
"What do you want?" He said with some venom, more than he was intending to. He hated when women spoke like that. Usually it meant he needed to do something for them.
For nothing.
He hated speaking as if the party was a bug on the wall, but the women usually insisted making his life a living hell.
"That's not how you talk with your boss is it." The woman purred.
He felt her hands on his shoulders. She slowly turned him towards her and the next thing he knew were her lips on his. The kiss was needy, yet it was slow, methodical and exploring. He felt her tremble, she pressed harder on his body, yet he felt nothing. There was nothing for him, like kissing a mirror. The kiss was just empty.
Once separated she whispered with need, "Fuck me."
He watched her, observing her every reaction, "No."
The woman shivered, "Why not?"
"I don't like you that way." He whispered.
"Aren't I pretty?" She said blinking her large black eyes.
"Yes, you are." He whispered.
And she was. The woman looked breathtaking. Devon's heart was thumping away happily, but deep down he was prepared. Emotionally he couldn't believe that this breathtakingly gorgeous woman was interested in him.
"Then why?" she asked desperate.
He watched her eyes as they started to water, he wasn't sure if it was another of her ploys to downgrade him. Her constant games in which she played with his feelings like a string instrument were far too many and he had enough. Yet he wanted her. He hated his teetering emotions, but he was burned way too many times to count.
"It's complicated." Devon whispered.
"Nothing complicated about you fucking me." She said as a matter of fact.
There was something about her, he could not pin point what the issue was but he stood in silence. He was silently watching her every move, her tears dried up and she looked like she made a decision. She separated slowly from him.
"I know what you need." She whispered as she watched him dead in the eyes.
Then she begun to undress. He watched wide eyed as one piece of clothing after the other landed gently on the floor until there was nothing to dispose of. She stood in front of him, hand on her hips, a sultry sway to them that made his cock lurch. She looked fit as a fiddle. He noticed that she kept her body in shape.
He felt uncomfortable, "What -- what are you doing?
"What does it look like? Showing you my assets." She purred.
He took a giant breath, "But why?"
