Jen struggled to focus on the payroll spreadsheet, but her concentration was frequently interrupted by memories of her laundry room debauchery. For a long moment, she could almost feel Big Jim's slick cock swiping across her lips or the clenching of her pussy as Slim pounded her ass. Her mind's eye frustrated Jen to no end by not allowing her to focus on the task at hand. She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head so she could concentrate on finishing her work, but she could feel her panties getting damp. The way she submitted to Big Jim scared her. Could it happen again? Would it happen again?
She had spent the week fearing, yet strangely curious, that a knock on the door would be Big Jim or Mona demanding she satisfy their carnal urges. Each night after her boyfriend Steve left for work, she would masturbate furiously, reliving the hedonism of the laundry room and wondering if it would happen again. In her fantasies, Steve replaced Big Jim, dominating her and forcing her to bend to his will and making her his willing slut.
Jen saved the spreadsheet and stood up from her desk. She needed a break. She hoped a quick walk down the nearly empty halls of the nursing home she worked in would help. The home was currently undergoing a deep clean and most of the residents had been temporarily relocated. Her lips frowned as her sandals echoed in the hallway as she headed for the vending machines. She thought some caffeine might settle her down and she could finish the week's payroll.
She put her quarters in the soda machine and hit the button. A groan escaped her lips as a red 'Sold Out' replaced her selection. Her anger rose as each button also displayed 'Sold Out'. Jen was about to slap the front of the machine when hitting the last button caused the familiar sound of a can being dispensed. The happy smile on her lips was instantly replaced with a grimace when she saw 'caffeine free' on a can of off brand soda. She hung her head in resignation.
Jen stepped over to the snack machine. She sighed as her eyes scanned every empty slot. Jen saw her reflection in the machine's clear plastic window. For a moment, she imagined Big Jim standing behind her, his face leering and lustful. Jen could see his big hands cupping and kneading her breasts. Glancing down, she imagined seeing Mona's head between her legs and her arms snaking behind her hips.
The echo of something hard hitting the home's linoleum floor snapped Jen out of her daydream. Flustered, she quickly licked her lips and unconsciously tugged imaginary wrinkles out of her bright yellow, sleeveless blouse. Glancing left, she saw one of the home's janitors, Old Joe.
Old Joe flashed Jen a toothy smile as he bent down, picking up a fallen mop. He stood up to his full height, well over six feet, and leaned casually on the wooden mop handle. His broad chest and bulging arms reminded her of Big Jim. The hallway's fluorescent lights glared off of Joe's shiny, bald head. His large black hands made the mop handle look as thick as a twig.
"Evenin Miss Jen! Didn't know ya was workin ta night."
Jen gave Old Joe a shy wave, "Yeah, trying to finish payroll."
For a moment, she imagined Old Joe was giving her a lustful once over with his eyes. Walking quickly down the hall to her office, she shuddered thinking of his lust leaking out of him, spreading across the polished linoleum floor and encircling her ankles. She closed her eyes and wondered what was going on with her.
She turned the hallway corner just a few doors from her office, when she ran right into Peggy, another of the home's janitors. Their collision sent Jen's unopened drink flying in one direction and paper towels Peggy carried in another. Peggy's notoriously famous temper targeted Jen.
"Watch where ya goin dumbass!" she shouted venomously. Peggy glared at Jen, her fists made into tight balls of fury and spittle flying from her lips. "Look at this fucking mess you made! You better get your ass in gear and start ta cleanin up cupcake!"
Peggy, a few inches taller than Jen, looked down on her as she tried to step away. Peggy's threadbare work shirt, at least a size too small for her, stretched taut across her chest, and her thin frame shook with anger toward Jen. The years of working physical jobs had taken a toll on Peggy's 40 year old frame but She was scrawny, and quite strong.
Jen withdrew into herself, shaken by Peggy's verbal assault. She mumbled out a weak apology, quickly spinning around around and heading quickly to her office leaving a fuming Peggy behind her.
She quietly closed the door and plopped in her chair. She could not understand why she wilted so quickly before Peggy. Angry at herself for not standing up to Peggy, she reopened the work she had been doing and struggled to finish. At times, she stared off with unbidden thoughts of Old Joe and Peggy dominating her popped up in her mind's eye.
A half hour later, Jen sent the payroll to her boss for review and shut her computer down. She gathered her purse and flicked the light switch off as she headed out the office door. A loud pop from above and darkness caused her to groan with despair and a bit of trepidation. Jen shuddered slightly knowing she would have to find the janitors and report the light out in her office.
Her heart raced a bit, imagining Old Joe demanding payment for changing the bulb. She could feel her stomach quiver as her imagination had her bent over a desk and Joe's hands running up the back of her thighs. In a flash, the scene in her mind's eye changed to Peggy's hand swatting her ass, all the while berating Jen for her clumsiness.
Jen made her way along the empty hall looking for Joe or Peggy. Finding no one, she thought they must be in the Janitorial office in the nursing home's laundry room. When she opened the door to the laundry room, the spinning washers and dryers instantly brought back memories of Big Jim, Slim and Mona. The memory of the debauchery they had unleashed on Jen, leaving her a worn out, quivering wreck on the floor, brought heat to her loins and a flush to her chest. The room was empty except for carts filled with items that needed to be washed or folded. Jen saw dim light escaping a partial open doorway at the end of a dim, dank hallway. The humid heat of the laundry room left her blouse clinging to her body. Jen hoped Peggy was at the end of the hallway, so she could unload all her pent up frustrations.
Strange noises from the open doorway caused Jen to pause. Thinking she was hearing slapping sounds, Jen peeked carefully around the door frame. Jen was surprised to see a store room with floor to ceiling shelves on one side and rows of mattresses on the opposite wall. Edging into the storeroom, Jen peeked around a shelf, and was shocked to see Peggy soundly spanking another janitor, Darren's, bare bottom. Peggy's bare hand left red imprints on Darren's pale bare ass and his yelp from each smack, filled the storeroom. Peggy had Darren bent over a table piled high with folded sheets.
"I'm sorry...smack...Peggy!" Darren cried. "I won't...smack...do it...smack...again!"
Like watching a train wreck, Jen stared wide eyed as Peggy grabbed Darren by his long stringy hair and pulled his head back, "You're damn lucky it's me beating you and not Joe!"
Darren gingerly rubbed his ass, but made no move to pull his pants up. Jen suppressed a surprised giggle when Darren's thin, rock hard cock bobbed and wobbled into view.
"I'm sorry Peggy" he sniffled. Darren wiped tears from his eyes, "I didn't know the boss saw me. But whenever I see that slut, my cock gets hard! Jen didn't see me, so I don't know why the boss was mad at me!"
Jen shook her head in shock. She didn't know whether she should be revolted or feel complimented by Darren's words.
"You're lucky she didn't fire your ass. Not only would your Momma have to put up with your whiny ass, we'd be out another dick for our get togethers'." Peggy snarled. She released his hair and growled, "Now Joe has to give it to her Friday night, and you know how he hates sticking his dick in that skanky ass bitches pussy."
Jen watched in shock as Peggy unzipped her pants and slid them and her plain, white panties off. She then hopped up on the table and snarled at Darren, "You got me worked up, now you finish me off."
