Ashley crossed her long, stocking-clad legs when she saw the man coming in. Already it was looking like a clear no from the door, but the blonde had to at least pretend to give an interview. Just another con of being in charge of both the cleaning and cooking staff of a high school.
Surely, no one would blame her for being a tad dismissing the man in front of her. Barron Adonis didn't even dress up for the occasion. Instead, preferring to wear some tight, stained wifebeater that was supposed to be white but clearly wasn't anymore. Not to mention the basketball shorts. Becoming a janitor wasn't exactly a high-class job but it would help if he didn't seem so sweaty or have a thick scent to him. Besides, she already found someone she liked yesterday.
"I am Ashley! Nice to meet you, Sir..." she says shyly, extending her smaller hand to his that would quickly be engulfed by a much larger black one. He must've been at least in his 50s given the salt and pepper hair coloring.
"You too, Missy," Barron says in a deeper but almost raspy voice. Just in front of where she was, she could feel his warm breath. The heat he gave off must've increased the desk area of her office by at least 20 degrees. However, that's not why Ashley was becoming nervous. It was because Barron was clearly eye-fucking the shit out of her and didn't even bother to hide it. She wanted to roll her eyes. First, she was old enough to be his daughter even in her 30s. Second, it showed what he was really thinking about. Currently, it was more about getting his rocks off than anything else. Third, it made her feel somewhat self-conscious as she did maybe make a mistake dolling herself up with a good amount of makeup and purple lipstick that would make the purple blouse and white skirt she wore. She knew it would be too much. Especially when it showed her cleavage a good deal.
She looked down at her clipboard and purple nails and back at Barron before beginning. "So, what brings you to this specific office building?"
The man spread his legs casually on the opposite side of the desk. "Nothing at first, but now I'm drawn because I want to fuck you until you can't remember your name anymore."
She turned bright red at the comment. She had to shut down the man fast. "Excuse you, but that wasn't appropriate. Can we continue?" the blonde-haired woman didn't wait for an answer, instead asking another question. "How likely are you to work as a team with others? There are 22 other janitors and I need to make sure you can work with them properly in a high school environment."
Perhaps predictably he answers back boldly and with a straight face. "Oh, I don't mind sharing you if that's what you're asking."
Finally, she stood up and pointed towards the door. "Get out. I am not going to tolerate this." She says in a stern voice.
The rude, grubby pig stood up quietly and stared at her. Ashley thought he was trying to see if she was serious or not. Instead, he was merely thinking of grabbing her.
The beauty made it easy for him as he quickly reached out to grab her arm while walking around to invade her space. She got a single slap and shove in before he pushed her up against the wall and pressed his dry lips against her more damper. The poor thing fought and shoved at him some more to get him to pull back, but even then it was just to slap her across the face hard enough to make everything turn hazy. Then the invasive scent of a needy masculine bull took over.
