The Janitor

This was it! Samantha had FINALLY made a breakthrough!

"I am on the brink of the greatest medical advancement in human history," Samantha said, staring into a microscope as a cell made its way around the slide, absorbing other small cells.

"I can't believe it. We've worked so hard for this!" Nuri, her assistant, responded in a hushed awe.

"We?" Samantha coldly responded. Her gaze never lifted from the microscope.

"Sorry, you... you've worked so hard for this," Nuri responded meekly while taking a step back from Samantha.

She glared at Samantha as she continued to stare into the microscope.

The 'we' that Nuri spoke of wasn't just Samantha and herself. It was a team of people who had slowly been pushed out of the project by Samantha. Some of them had been Nuri's co-workers on the project for the better part of fifteen years, some she considered friends. Her mind began to wander back to when Samantha was first hired.

"I heard she was a nightmare to work with." said a man in a lab coat.

About six of them huddled together in the middle of the lab.

"I've been stalking her online. It looks like she's been the lead of about six different projects these last ten years. None of them seem to have any real results. They get buried, and she moves on," another said.

"It's due to her looks! She looks like a damn model! That's why they give her so many promotions!" a woman beside Nuri said.

"I know that Linderman said his cousin worked with her. She was vicious. Got everyone she didn't like moved off the team then took credit for their work. If your eyes meet hers she'll go to HR saying you're 'leering' at her. Sex doesn't matter, male or female you'll get reported. This isn't good." Nuri said nervously.

"She's single. It looks like her last relationship was in college. If you look like that and can't get a partner that's a red flag." Said another.

Just then the doors opened, causing everyone to face the manager as he walked in. A beautiful blonde trailed confidently behind him.

They all stared as she took her place next to the aging supervisor.

"This is our new assistant researcher, Samantha Gald," he said motioning to her.

"Hello everyone, I'm excited to be a part of the team," she said looking over Nuri and each of the other team members.

There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds as everyone eyed up Samantha. She was stunning, more so in person than on the professional profile they found online. Beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Even though she wore loose-fitting clothes under her lab coat they did little to hide her figure. She had large D-cup breasts and a perky ass. She looked like she could have been a supermodel.

Nuri's reminiscing was quickly cut off, though, as Samantha jumped up from the microscope and quickly made her way to her desk.

"I'm going to write up my findings to present to the board next week," Samantha said as she began to gather her belongings from her disk. "I will send you my report and I want you to parse the data into some graphs. Be on the lookout for it. I can't believe it. The cure for Adenacarcininoma!"

With that Samantha left the lab and started her way home floating on air with every step. Her name would be listed among the other great medical minds throughout history!

Her daydreaming came to an abrupt end due to the sound of her flat tummy grumbling. She was starving.

On the way back to her condo Samantha stopped by the local supermarket to pick up something quick for dinner to eat before she began writing her report. As she was standing in line she saw a familiar figure get in line behind her.

The figure was a man who was often at the supermarket at the same time as her.

He was a chubby older man with wild gray hair, a large mustache, and glasses. His face was the definition of a 'cherub'. He wore a jumpsuit, which made her assume he was a janitor somewhere, with a gut that always seemed to be on the verge of busting out of it. She had seen him often at the store but never had spoken to him. Why someone like him would be in this affluent side of town was always perplexing to her.

"There's no way he could afford even a single-room condo in this area," she thought whenever she saw him. He had never been this close to her before though. She could smell a mix of cleaning chemicals and body odor as he got close.

"Hi!" the man proudly exclaimed as he took his place in the line. His excited greeting startled her.

"Hi," she replied politely before turning back around and rolling her eyes.

"You work at the lab, don't you?" he asked.

"I do," Samantha answered while preparing to set her items on the conveyor belt.

"That's interesting... since you're blonde and all," he said nonchalantly.

Samantha quickly whipped around to face the old man.

"What is that supposed to mean!?" she said. Visibly upset.

"Oh, sorry. It's just that old joke. I didn't mean anything by it," he said backing away from her.

His tone and expression were that of embarrassment. Samantha didn't relent, though.

"Oh really? Well, what joke says blondes can't work at labs?" she asked firmly.

Samantha had just advanced medical science by about a hundred years. She was not going to take an insult like that from some fucking janitor.

"Well... you know what they say about blondes, right?" he replied. His voice was palpable with fear.

"No, I don't know what they say about blondes," Samantha replied. Gritting her teeth in frustration that she was even having this conversation with this dimwit.

The old man nervously fiddled with his grocery basket.

"That, uh, they can't even spell their, um, own name."

Now she was furious.

"What kind of joke is that!?" she yelled.

Her outburst began to cause a scene at the front of the store.

"That's not a punchline! It's just an insult you sexist ass! I'm not going to continue this conversation with you. Never talk to me again!"

She then turned around and continued to lay out her healthy, overpriced ready-made meal and probiotic drink on the conveyor belt. Ignoring the old man who was apologizing behind her. Her thoughts spinning in anger.

Back at home, after she had calmed down and taken care of her hunger, she began to write up her report.

"New findings by..."

She sat for a minute.

"Samantha... spell it out." she thought.

Her fingers began to type out the letters.

SUMANTA.

Beginning to get flustered she attempted again.

SUH... MANA.

"What's happening?"

She began to feel a cold sweat through her body. The old man's words echoed in her brain.

"That old fuck! What did he do!?"

She decided the report could wait until tomorrow. She had seen the old man at the store every time she had gone. There was a good chance he would be there tomorrow after work.

She then showered and got in bed, trying to calm down. Trying to sleep.

'SMNTA'

'SAMNTAH'

She lay in bed awake most of the night, though, trying to spell her name aloud.

The next day she continued her work but made sure to find ways around having to sign her name while at work. She had Nuri sign off on any deliveries and dodged anyone who may need her signature on any supply or request forms.

Finally, it was time for her to log out!

She quickly made her way back to the store hoping to find the old man. She searched up and down all the isles until there he was! Right next to the frozen dinners!

"What the fuck did you do to me!?" she said in a hushed angry manner.

"Oh, uh... hi," he replied nervously. Slowly backing away from her.

"Don't 'hi' me you pig!" She said, gritting her teeth and putting a finger in his face. She got as close as his large gut would allow.

"I can't spell my name! You told me yesterday some stupid joke about blondes not being able to spell their name and now I can't! What did you do to me?!"

"Nothing... but, uh, you know what, uh, what they say about blondes, right? They don't care that they can't spell their name. They don't even mind that they can barely read." he nervously replied.

Samantha stood there for a second looking at him. She suddenly realized she didn't know why she was worked up. She lowered her finger and unfurled her brow.

"Sorry," she said. "Not sure what came over me."

She then began to look around at the boxes in the freezers. The pictures were framed with symbols that almost seemed indecipherable.

She hadn't noticed the old man's mood change from being nervous and sweaty to relieved. He was now staring up her up and down noticing the frumpy outfit she was wearing. One she chose with the intent to hide her figure from unworthy eyes such as his.

"You know what else they say about blondes, right?" he said. This time more sure of himself. "They like to dress reeeeaalllly slutty."

Samantha nodded her head and looked down at her clothes which now they felt really uncomfortable. Samantha pulled at them a little, looking for a way to show more skin.

"Will I see you tomorrow? Are you coming back tomorrow evening?" the man asked her.

"Sure, I can uh, I can come back here tomorrow. I need you to answer... what's happening... but I need to change before then." she replied. Still a little confused by how uncomfortable she felt in her clothes.

The next morning Samantha woke up to her alarm. While the previous night had been one fraught with confusion this one was a lot more refreshing now that she didn't really care about her reading comprehension issues.

She had decided last night, though, that she would be calling in sick this morning. It was difficult enough hoping no one would need her signature, but now, barely even being able to read, she knew she would be in trouble. She figured she would use up her sick days until this passed... if it ever did.

She opened her phone and began to scroll down the names trying to find Nuri's. The letters seemed jumbled and she found it difficult to read them.

"I just need to find an N at the beginning," she thought to herself.

After a couple of minutes, she became frustrated.

"I don't mind not being able to read but do I need to have so many names saved in my contacts!?" she yelled.

Finally, she found a number that she was sure was Nuri's.

"I'm not feeling well and I don't want to contaminate anything. Continue our work though and I, um, I will get you the report here by the end of this week."

"Oh, okay, but what ab-" was all Nuri could get out before being cut off by Samantha hanging up her phone.

Going into her closet she was disappointed in what she found. Loose-fitting jeans, frumpy sweaters, and long-sleeved shirts. She decided it was time to go shopping for better clothes.

After spending time shopping she came home with some tight-fitting, low-cut tops and short shorts/skirts. Along with some new panties, g-strings, and some lacy bras.

"That feels better," she sighed.

She was wearing a tank top that showed off a good amount of cleavage along with the top of her new bra. She rounded the outfit out with some denim shorts that were so short the bottom of her ass was showing.

That afternoon she went back to the store to get some food to veg out with and to see if she could find the old man.

She loved her new outfit but was annoyed by the men there staring at her. She hated being leered at like some kind of skank and had to scold a couple of male shoppers over it.

While inspecting some fruit the old man appeared behind her.

"Hi, honey," he said.

"Don't talk to me like that!" She replied disgusted.

She then placed her shopping basket onto the fruit stand and sighed. She would have to speak calmly and see if she could get some information out of him before he changed the subject with another crude blonde joke.

"Look, you need to tell me what's going on. First I couldn't spell my name, which I'm surprisingly fine with so forget that point, but now I can barely read. Normally that would upset me, as I've always been proud of my intelligence, but for some reason, I don't care. I just want to know what's going on?"

As she spoke she started to feel frustrated by him ogling her. Her biggest pet peeve. Sure she liked to show off some skin, but that didn't give anyone the right to just stare at her. Looks like she was going to have to scold yet another man there in the middle of the store.

"Eyes are up here!" she scolded.

"You know what they say about blondes, right?" he said. A large grin slowly appeared on his chubby, beat red face.

"No no no, wait, before you change the sub-"

"They looooove people looking at their bodies. It reeeeallly turns them on," he responded. His hands anxiously moved back and forth as his chubby face began to turn red.

She stopped mid-sentence and watched as his eyes shot back and forth from her legs to her cleavage. Her anger faded and soon she was feeling a little excited by him staring at her chest. Even if he did have a creepy mischievous smile growing on his face.

"Oh... I guess we do," she replied as she began to strike a more seductive pose.

"You know what else they say about blondes, right?"

The man then sheepishly looked around to see no one was near them. Samantha meanwhile began to push her tits out a little in hopes of catching is attention. She wasn't necessarily into him by any means but did enjoy his attention. After all, that was as far as it was going to go.

"They love to talk about their tits. That also reeeaally turns them on."

The old man began to stare at her cleavage. Sweat started to bead down on his forehead.

"Well, sure," Samantha replied. "I mean they're just breasts."

Samantha pushed them together a little with her arms while looking down. Her face felt warm with arousal as she began to talk about them.

"You know I've never really liked to show them off before and I'm not sure why. They're pretty spectacular, I have to say. I used to not like men staring at them but..."

She looked up to see the old man staring at her tits. Another shot of excitement ran throughout her body extending from her core. For the first time in years, she could feel her pussy start to get wet.

"I mean," she breathed a little heavier, "I kind of enjoy it now."

She spent a couple of minutes talking to him about her new bra and how it felt on her nipples but began to get too aroused. She gave the old man her phone number before rushing home in the hopes that she could talk with him further about her breasts. Something she would have never imagined doing but now she loved the idea. It was harmless fun.

She was not disappointed as he called her not long after she walked through her front door.

"Well, they're D-cups," Samantha said sitting on her couch. She began to spread her legs a little and touch herself outside of her shorts. She couldn't resist.

It had been about half a decade since she had last pleasured herself but she quickly found her stride.

She breathed heavily while she began to stick a finger inside of herself. In between breathes telling the man about how sensitive her nipples were. Describing their shape. The size of her areolas and how her tits felt when she squeezed them.

Eventually, it was too much and she began to moan as the first orgasm she had experienced in years rocked through her perfect body.

Her loud cries of pleasure drowned out the sound of the old man grunting as he came at the same time.

They sat there in silence as Samantha gathered herself.

"That was amazing, baby. I came as well," the old man broke the silence still breathing heavily.

"That's disgusting! I didn't need to hear that! What just happened had nothing to do with you, got it!?" she reprimanded him.

"Uh-huh." Was all he said in between breaths.

"Well...," she finally relented. "If you want you can call me tomorrow afternoon and I can tell you more about my breasts."

She found the old man disgusting but couldn't help but enjoy talking to him about her tits. She was already excited about the thought of doing it again.

She hung up the phone and walked into her bedroom which was now dark. Before she turned the lights on she noticed Rob was sitting out on his balcony across from her with a book in his hands.

Rob was a short chubby guy in his early twenties. He was a little awkward and shy. They often ran into each other at the mailbox and she didn't really like how he would sneak glimpses of her when he thought she wasn't looking... thought that was now turning her on. Again she thought back to how much she used to hate people staring at her body. Now she couldn't help but wonder what her problem was.

Rob didn't try to be rude but he couldn't help but ogle her when she was around. He found her to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen... and now he couldn't believe that she was taking her clothes off in her room with the blinds open. He tried hard to avoid looking at first, but eventually couldn't resist.

Samantha's heart raced at the thought of Rob outside watching her. Rob and anyone else who may be able to see inside.

She took off her top and her shorts leaving on only her lacy bra and thong as she strutted out of the room, working her ass for him before turning out the lights and heading into her bathroom.

The warm water from the running shower began to steam up the room as Samantha sat on the closed toilet seat moving her fingers in and out of herself quickly.

It didn't take long before the thought of Rob's stare got her off.

- To Be Concluded