Calvin loved his job. He was the owner of Top Choice Janitorial Service and he worked the Tech One Building for a dozen years. Thursday nights were his favorites because; he had the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Natasha Crawford's curvaceous body, when she routinely came in to monitor the network servers.
I just know Mr. Crawford isn't stroking her right, Calvin thought as he watched Natasha set her coffee cup down and press her security badge against the keypad to gain entrance to the ground-floor lobby.
"How are you doing, Calvin?" Natasha asked as she put her access badge into her coco brown calfskin Piquadro laptop briefcase.
He put his feather duster in the back pocket of his navy blue uniform pants and grinned. "I'm doing fine now that you're here."
"You've fed me that line for over three years now. When are you going to come up with a new one?"
"Just as soon as you stop looking so damn good."
"Watch it. That's borderline sexual harassment." Natasha self-consciously pulled closed her Dolce & Gabbana hip length black with a camel pinstripe suit jacket. She could feel Calvin's coffee brown eyes travel over her bountiful breasts.
"Borderline? I must be slippin'. Usually you threaten to at least call security."
"If you didn't keep this place so spotless, I would've had you and your company fired a long time ago."
He looked into her glacier-blue eyes once more before she walked past him toward the elevators to the basement. He thought to say something else smart but decided against it. It took nearly a year before he was able to get more than a simple hello out of her. She wasn't the finest woman in the building, but she was one of the few he wanted and hadn't fucked yet. He found most of the stuck-up executive women he worked with were freaks on the down-low. His basement office had doubled as a mini motel to quite a few horny female executives of all sizes, shapes, and nationalities.
Since the Tech One Building was a relatively small office building in midtown Atlanta, Calvin only needed a three-person janitorial staff; one for each floor. Being the owner, he always worked the ground floor and basement. He usually worked days; working nights only when he knew Natasha was scheduled to come in. At night the building was a ghost town. The only living soul there was the silver-haired security guard named Teddy who worked the graveyard shift.
***
Natasha used her access code and entered the server room. She placed her laptop bag on the main console and logged into the mainframe. On top of the console were two monitors. One gave a view of the hallway outside the server room and the other a view of the security guard desk. Six other monitors displayed detailed information on the status of the humming servers.
"Wake up, babies, Mommy's here," she said to herself. She removed her jacket and hung it up next to her smock on the black metal coat rack in the corner. She put on her white smock and checked the wall-mounted thermostat. The server room was the normal sixty-seven degrees. She slipped out of her Black Jimmy Choo pumps and into her well-worn Sea blue Finn Comfort "Soho" sneakers, which sat beneath the coat rack.
"Fuck! I must have left my coffee cup in my car," Natasha thought as she sat her firm round ass in her ergonomic black leather chair. "I should ask Calvin to get if for me," She smiled at the thought. Even though she dared not to admit it, she wanted to give in and get some of that black cock. She'd heard the rumors about how freaky and well equipped he was. Being the guarded person that she was she didn't want to be added to the rumor mill.
Natasha heard the click of her automatic coffee machine as it began brewing. Teddy always made sure to set it up for her on the nights she was scheduled to come in. "Mmmm, that smells so good. Maybe I can get Teddy to get my cup for me," she said as she drew the hazelnut aroma into her nostrils. Natasha glanced at the console and saw the intercom button labeled with Teddy's name. Just as she was about to push it, she looked at the monitor and saw him walking away, putting on his cap. He was going to make his scheduled rounds.
"Oh hell. He's going to be gone for at least an hour." Her caffeine demons demanded to be fed. She looked at the phone and saw the word "Janitor" labeled as the fifth button on the speed dial list. If she pushed it, it would ring Calvin's basement office. If she got no answer there, it would automatically forward to his cell phone. "What's the worst that could happen? He would come down here and give me his man meat along with my coffee cup?" A sudden throb of her clit told what she'd been denying for three years now. She wanted Calvin's black cock in the worst way.
***
"How the hell did they get sunflower seed shells on top of the refrigerator?" Calvin wondered as he wiped down the stainless steel fridge in the employee lounge. Next to the sink he picked up a used Styrofoam cup that had lipstick stains on the rim. The lipstick was a similar color to that Natasha wore.
Natasha!
Just the thought of her a floor beneath him began the running of blood to his sleeping cock. Her sexy curves flipped his switch. He didn't care for the model stick figure type of woman. Calvin liked his woman with some curves. Natasha certainly fit the criteria. At about 5'6" and nice and thick in all the right places, she was right in his sexual wheelhouse. As stiff as she always appeared to be, he knew she wasn't getting the "good stuff" on a regular basis. He would split that tight peach wide-open right here if he could. His throbbing hard dick agreed.
***
To take her mind off of raping Calvin, Natasha plugged her laptop into the console and began her automatic antivirus update of the network. The mere act of pushing her plug into the console-networking jack made her moist. She felt her bubble gum pink nipples grow to the size of gumdrops. "Maybe I should've fucked Sheldon before I left home," she thought as she let her hand fall in her lap. "On second thought, I need a longer deeper stroke." After fourteen years of marriage, Sheldon had become a two-minute lover with the same old moves and completely inattentive to her needs. No matter how many times she suggested a new move or a new position, he reverted back to his old boring ways. A sigh escaped her as she rubbed her neglected clit through her thin wool Dolce & Gabbana pants.
***
After leaving the employee lounge, Calvin went to empty the trashcans in the visitor's area. He passed Teddy's empty desk and absently rubbed the countertop to check for dust. He found none. He made sure his access badge was clipped to his retractable key ring before opening the bulletproof double doors that led to the visitor's area. He pushed his rolling cleaning cart through the doors and emptied the two chrome wastebaskets and relined them with trash bags before straightening the magazines on the low-slug coffee table.
On the table to the right of the access pad, he noticed a stainless-steel coffee cup. It had the initials "NC" engraved on the side.
"This has to be Natasha's," he said as he inspected the cup. Only the head honchos in the building were given cups with their initials on them. The smooth feel of the cool stainless steel made him think of how soft and smooth Natasha's ass would feel in the palm of his hand. How soft and smooth her large tits would feel to his lips. Stiffness, once again, invaded his pants.
"I think I'll take Natasha her cup. I need to go downstairs anyway and refill my glass cleaner bottle." Calvin put the cup on his cart and headed toward the elevator.
***
After prying her hand out of her lap, Natasha battled to regain hold of her senses. Between her caffeine and sex cravings, she had quite a fight on her hands. "If I can't get some dick, I have to at least have some java," she thought. As she stood up to search for a cup of some kind, she glanced at the security guard monitor and spotted Calvin. He had something in his hand.
Her coffee cup.
