The Maintenance Man
It had been a long day and I was especially tired. My new promotion to senior vice president was a wonderful career move and meant a lot more money, but it also meant a lot more stress. Long hours, bad food and no sex was taking its toll. Steve, my former boyfriend had lost patience and really, I didn't blame him at all. I was sounding like a broken record constantly telling him that my schedule would calm down and I'd have more free time. After a while he'd stopped buying it and I'd stopped trying to sell it. I was ready to let the relationship die. He annoyed me with his talk of marriage because I still liked my independence. However there was one thing I missed about him. The sex. It had become a little routine and predictable, but it was safe and it was a stress-reliever.
I put my head down on my desk and tried to think of how long it had been. Maybe three weeks? Still I loved my job and I loved my office. I loved the power and the control I had. I'd worked hard to get to this place in my career. The president was away a lot and didn't micro manage. I pretty much ran the place the way I wanted to. My life was everything I wanted, except for the sex part. My best friend Melissa was always trying to get me to go out with her. She made a good point. If I didn't get out every once in a while, how was I supposed to meet anyone? And, if I never met anyone, how would I ever get laid again?
As I thought through all these things I heard a noise at my office door. I looked up and saw a maintenance man standing there, leaning on his broom. He was watching me and smiling a crooked smile. “Creepy,” I thought and swiveled my chair so my back was to him. “I'm not sure who he thinks he is or who he thinks I am. He'd better be careful though,” I thought. “I can get him fired.”
I casually turned back around and he was gone. I decided to find out who he is and have his butt fired. Yes, my power was going to my head but I didn't care. I gathered my briefcase and papers for the next day and walked out of the office, closing the door firmly behind me.
Monday morning came at me like a freight train. The office was in turmoil because the president of my department had been caught in an affair with the CEO's wife. Not a good career move for him, but a great opportunity for me. I seized the chance and switched into high gear. Damage control, orders and plans for the week flew from my mouth as I commanded the room and the office. By the end of the day I'd successfully averted any public fallout from the crisis and had myself firmly entrenched as the go-to person for damage control. I'd spun the situation in my favor and was networking, politicking and schmoozing. It was hard work and I was exhausted. That night I once again found myself alone in my office with my head on my desk. Everyone had left hours ago and I was finishing paperwork but the day had gotten to me. I began to doze when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw the maintenance man from Friday night. He was leaning on his broom again and looking at me with that stupid crooked smile on his face.
I gave him a dirty look that should have put him in his place but instead he brazenly walked into my office.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“I'm here to clean your office,” he said.
“Well, fine then,” I said. “Get on with it.”
As he began emptying the trash can, I walked to the windows that overlook the city. I had a great view of the lights and buildings yet I never took the time to enjoy it. I was aware of the maintenance man moving around the office behind me but I got lost in the lights. My mind began to roam and ended up back on the fact that it was now going on four weeks since I'd had sex. I found myself daydreaming a bit as I watched the maintenance man's reflection in the window. He was awfully nice looking. Blue eyes that crinkled at the edges, messy light brown hair and despite the overalls, I could tell he had a great body. Lean and muscular...
“Pretty, isn't it?”
“What?” I was startled. He was speaking to me. “What did you say?”
“I said, it's pretty isn't it? The view?” he said.
“Yes, it is,” I turned back away from him. I really didn't want to get into a conversation with this guy. He was nice looking and all, but I needed to keep him in his place. I made it a policy not to socialize with coworkers much less with the cleaning help. I returned to my daydream and tried to figure out a plan to get laid. While I thought, I kept watching him in the reflection in the glass. Damn he was good looking. Something about those blue eyes.
Hell, he's talking to me again.
“What?” I said while wondering why he couldn't seem to take a hint.
“I said, you look stressed tonight. Like maybe you had a really hard day. Hey, why are you still here this late? Why aren't you home with your husband? Or maybe your boyfriend?” he asked.
Okay, that was too far. “That's none of your business. Just clean my office and leave,” I said with as much authority as I could muster. Blue eyes or not maintenance man had no business asking me nosy questions like that.
“Sorry, didn't mean to offend,” he said as he reached down to the floor near me. “You've got some scraps of paper down here. Guess you missed the trash can?”
He was on the floor now, right at my feet. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me and I felt a little warm. He was way too close and seemed to have no intention of moving away. I felt wetness between my legs and goosebumps on my arms. It didn't take this long to pick up a scrap of paper.
I stood still and looked down at maintenance man. He was only inches from the edge of my skirt and bare legs. Later Melissa would say that was the critical moment. She'd say that I looked at him for too long and my look was an invitation, or maybe not so much an invitation as it was an acceptance of his invitation. Either way apparently I sent a signal and of course, I did nothing to stop what happened next. Instead I relaxed for the first time in months.
He was very slow and almost cautious as his hand brushed the inside of my ankle. He cocked his head to one side with an eyebrow raised like he was asking if it was okay. I couldn't speak or do much of anything so I just looked out the window to the city below. I felt him stand, his hand moving gently, tickling the inside of my leg until he was standing behind me. He'd lifted my skirt in the back and his hand rested at the very top of the inside of my thigh. Then he pressed one forearm into my upper back so my face and breasts were pressed against the window. With his free hand he reached around and into the front of my panties. His legs were between mine and he scooted them outward. I could have moved, could have pushed him off but it would have taken more effort then I wanted to give. His fingers worked quickly but smoothly as he pulled my lips apart and stroked. Long, slow strokes from the back to the front. I moaned. I was already wet from him touching the inside of my leg and all those weeks without sex made me impatient. I moved a little, trying to encourage him to hurry up but instead he stopped. He cupped his hand firmly over my clit and held me hard.
“Stay still,” he whispered close to my ear. “This is my show. I'm in charge now. You'll do as I say.”
Normally that would have pissed me off but instead I just got wetter and hotter. It took all my will power but I obeyed and stood still. He continued to stroke me in that slow and rhythmic way until finally, I came. It was long and intense. My knees went weak and I leaned back into him. He held my waist as I sank to the floor. It had been forever since a man did that to me. The intensity was something I'd forgotten about. I couldn't remember the last time I was weak from an orgasm. I felt him move away from me and I rested my head on the wall. After a few minutes, I regained some composure and I stood to tell him this could never happen again and to insist on his discretion. But, he was gone. Nowhere to be found. There I stood in the middle of my office. My skirt around my waist and my panties around my knees. What a pickle. The president just got canned for sleeping around and here I am diddling the maintenance man in my own office.
“Seriously, you sort of asked for it,” Melissa said on the phone the next day. “I mean, you could have stopped him at any time and you didn't say or do anything. Don't feel bad Sammy. You obviously needed it and you'll probably never see him again. It was a one night stand, just with a cleaning guy!” Melissa laughed at me.
“Thanks for the encouragement,” I said. “My biggest concern is that he'll say something. Should I get him fired?”
“No, I wouldn't. Just don't hang around there so late anymore and in a few weeks it'll be like it never happened. You don't see him during the day do you?”
“No, I don't,” I said.
“Okay then. It's no biggie. Just whatever you do, don't do it again,” Melissa said.
“You're right. Good advice. Thanks sweetie. See you later, okay?”
“See you, bye,” she said and hung up.
Melissa wasn't just a good friend to party with, she was also a smart girl. She had wisdom and she cared about me. Her advice was good and I knew it. I absolutely needed to leave the office early that night. I knew this. I told myself this. But, I went about the day creating work for myself so I had no choice but to work late. I was curious to see if he'd come back and if he did, what would happen. Plus, I was still horny.
The last person finally left for the night and I settled into my usual late night routine of finishing paperwork and getting ready for the next day. I started work on a project I'd offered to do but I kept a close eye on the door. Every few minutes a thrill would run through my body and I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a school girl waiting for the boy I'm crushing on to walk by. I was being an idiot and gave myself a talking to. I had to remember that I'm the executive here. I'm the one in charge. When, and if, he comes back I'll just tell him what's what. In the middle of my rationale, I noticed him at the door again. My hands started shaking and all the intelligent reasoning I'd just gone through in my head flew out the window. I let my eyes lock onto his crystal blues.
“Hello,” he said.
I heard Melissa's voice in my head like a mantra. “Whatever you do, don't do it again, whatever you do, don't do it again.” She was right and I decided to be professional at all costs.
“Hello,” I said back. Then for good measure and show I was in charge, I told him, “You can finish what you started last night.”
He laughed and I about died. I couldn't believe I'd said that. “I mean the cleaning,” I said sounding so very lame.
He smiled and the eyes crinkled again. “No,” he said. “I think I'll finish the other project I started last night. I don't think the office is what's dirty.” He moved toward me.
Instinctively I said, “No, stop!”
He stopped and looked at me.
“I don't want to do this,” I said.
“Okay,” he said and turned to his cart. He began emptying the trash can then took glass cleaner to the streaks my hands and face had left on the window the night before.
I watched him for several minutes, deflated and disappointed. I wasn't sure what I wanted but I was pretty sure this wasn't it.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so harsh,” I said. “I'm not entirely certain that I don't want to do this...whatever this is.”
He looked at me. “You tell me, yes or no,” he said.
I hesitated for about a second then said yes.
“Come here,” he said.
I walked to him and stood before him. I was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He reached out gently and stroked my hair. Then his hands moved to the front of my blouse. He tore it open in one move.
“Oh!” I said as the move took my breath. He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. Now I was really alarmed and was getting ready to scream when in one quick, smooth move he cut the front of my bra. My breasts popped out and I was exposed. I leaned back towards my desk and braced myself with my hands.
He stood back looking at me, looking at my breasts for what seemed forever. Seconds passed and my nipples got harder and harder. I wanted to scream “just touch me!” but I knew from his reactions to my demands that this was his game and he'd do it his way and in his time. Finally he took both nipples in the very tips of his fingers. He squeezed so hard I thought he'd pull them off. When I didn't think I could stand it any longer, he released his hold for a moment. Then he started again, this time rolling and pressing them. He pulled and pinched hard, then gently, he tickled and teased. I felt my head roll back and closed my eyes. This is what people meant when they said the words “exquisite pain.” His touch burned through my nipples and breasts and straight to my insides. I shuddered and was stunned to realize an orgasm was building. I'd never had an orgasm from having my breasts touched, although to be fair, no one had ever touched me like this before either. After a few minutes of delicious pain, I felt the waves beginning and shuddered from head to toe. Maintenance man pushed me onto the desk and leaned over me.
He whispered, “Be ready for me tomorrow night. I don't want to have this discussion again.” Then he turned and left me laying there across my desk, breasts exposed, exhausted but happy.
“Oh my god! I can't believe you!” Melissa screamed into the phone the next day. “What are you doing? Sammy! You have lost your mind! Are you going to start dating this guy? What's his name? Are you going to hang around again tonight?”
She was mad. She was right, too. Everything she said was right. Did I expect a relationship with this guy? And, what was his name anyway? Who was he?
“And, do you know if you're safe? I mean what kind of guy does this? I'm worried about you, Sammy. Don't see him again, okay? Promise me, okay? It's just scary.”
When I finally got a word in edgewise I told Melissa that she was right and I knew she was right. I told her I honestly didn't know where this was going or what was going on. No, I didn't know anything about him, not even his name, but he was sweet. He was gentle and he was giving.
“You know, Melissa, he's done everything. He hasn't asked for anything for himself. It's all been about me. Do you know how long it's been since it's all been about me?”
As I spoke I realized that was the reason I was interested. Yes, it was hot but this man who had nothing to gain and nothing to lose chose to give me pleasure. I knew he was getting off on it too, I'm not an idiot. But, so what? Lots of guys get off on things a lot worse than giving a strange woman a variety pack of orgasms.
“So, what are you going to do?” Melissa demanded.
“I don't know” I said, and I really didn't know.
That night I was nervous. The sane, intelligent part of me knew this was crazy. I had no idea who this guy was or what he was up to. He took nothing for himself from these encounters. He didn't force himself, in fact just the opposite, yet I felt compelled to let him do whatever he wanted. I felt like I was out of control and would let him do anything without stopping him. This excited and scared me at the same time. And, to make it even worse, the more frightened I became, the more aroused I was. I was screwed.
No sooner did I complete that thought then he appeared. He stood in the doorway with something in his hand. I looked closely and when I realized what it was I shook my head “no” as I simultaneously got wet and hot.
“Don't tell me 'no,'” he said. “Remember, I told you to be ready for me.”
I nodded. I didn't have to stay. I didn't have to keep playing the game yet I'd made my choice. I struggled to breathe. “I'm just not sure,” I said.
“Well, I'm not going to beg. I'll leave and we're finished. You won't see me again,” he said as he turned and walked to the door.
Before I could stop myself, I called out. “No! Wait, come back.” Then I wanted to kick myself. No damn self control. Shit. He walked up to me and stood too close.
“I thought you were going to be ready tonight,” he said in a low growling voice.
“I wanted to be. I am,” I said. He was so intense.
“Yet, you weren't. Now, are we going to do this tonight or not?” he asked. “I won't force you to do anything. I need your permission you know.” He smiled that disarming smile again and waved the vibrator in front of me.
“So, what's it going to be?” he asked.
“Whatever,” I said, closing my eyes and raising my hands in surrender to whatever was going to happen.
With one hand he pushed me face down onto my desk. The edge of the desk hit a bit below my waist so that in heels my ass was elevated slightly. He scooted my legs apart with his feet and put one hand in the middle of my back. He pressed me into the desk so my face was turned sideways and my arms spread out. With his other hand he lifted my skirt above my waist. Then he reached into his back pocket and I could see him pull out the knife again. That part really did freak me out. This time he used it to cut my panties off.
“I've got to start wearing old underwear if you're going to keep this up,” I mumbled and he laughed. Ah, a sense of humor is a good thing.
By this point I was wet and ready and he played with the outside of my clit with the tip of the vibrator. He turned it on and let the buzzing tip tease me. He'd touch me, then move away but all the time I could hear the vibrations and I knew at any moment he'd touch me and leave it on me. He moved the vibrator's tip down to my clit then up to my ass. Back and forth he moved it. Each time he reached my ass he'd press it in just a little. I shuddered with the sensation. Slowly and steadily he kept moving the damn thing over my swollen, wet clit, then tease me by putting just the tip into my vagina, then my ass. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I yelled, “Just fuck me! Just do it now!” And, he stopped.
“You've forgotten who calls the shots here, haven't you?” he whispered into my ear.
I was pouring sweat, breathing hard and about out of my mind. In any other situation in the world, at every other time in my life I called the shots. I'd have told the son of a bitch to fuck me and do it now and any other guy would have complied. But, I knew maintenance man wouldn't do that. He moved away from me and I wanted to cry.
“Who calls the shots here?” he asked.
“You do,” I whimpered. I was still bent over the desk, trying not to sob.
“Here's what you're to do. Don't do it and I leave, okay?” he said.
“Ok,” I barely croaked out.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. I want to see all of you.”
I did as I was told and felt him kneel behind me. Our other encounters had been with the light on but this time, with him right there, I felt like those were the brightest lights in the world.
He looked at me forever it seemed then he stood up.
“Stay like that, don't move,” he said.
Then he took the vibrator and ran it up and down me again. Starting at the hood of my clit and moving oh so slowly, he ended up back at my ass. Then, he did it again, then again, then again. My mind was exploding, I was shaking. There was nothing to me except clit, vagina and ass. Those were the only body parts I was aware of. That was all that existed of me.
When I thought I could handle it no more he moved the vibrator into my ass. Slowly but deep. He left it there, vibrating away deep inside of me with me holding my ass cheeks wide apart. I saw him step over to his coat and pull out another vibrator. He started it all over again with the new one. From my clit to my vagina, back and forth, teasing the hole with the tip, then back to my clit. All the while the vibrator in my ass buzzed away adding to my already shaky state and making me hornier rather than satisfied.
Finally he entered me with the second vibrator and began to fuck me with it. He used his other hand and fingered my clit. It didn't take long before I had the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had. I'm not normally a screamer but that night, I screamed, glad we were in a deserted building where there were no neighbors to hear.
I was spent. I stayed on the desk because I feared my legs wouldn't work.
“Lay down here with me,” I said but I'd said it to an empty room. He'd left again just as he had the nights before. Left me half naked, butt in the air with vibrators buzzing on the floor around me.
I sat up and looked around. “Dammit.”
I didn't tell Melissa what happened that night. She would have freaked. But, she did get her wish. For the rest of that week and the one after that I left work at 6:00. I went home and stayed there. I don't know if maintenance man came back those nights. There was no sign of him in my office. I really enjoyed those nights and they were just what I needed but it couldn't continue. Eventually we'd have gotten caught then we'd both have lost our jobs. And, when it came right down to it, did we really have anything in common? We were very different people. He had a need to get off getting others off and controlling them and I had a need to have someone getting me off by controlling me. We fit well in that way but that's not enough to hold a relationship together. I decided to let him go and made a point of going out with Melissa more often. I'd find a guy I could talk to and relate to and then I'd teach him the things I learned from maintenance man.
A few months later I'd done just that. I met a great guy, smart, wealthy, career driven, not ready for marriage but still wanting a relationship. Things with Jeff were very good and our sex life was amazing. He was maintenance man in the bedroom and I was thrilled.
Most nights I was home at a decent hour and enjoyed my time with Jeff but occasionally I did have to work late. It was about four months after maintenance man and I was at the office finishing up some work. I finished and as I walked to the elevator I wondered about my maintenance man. Where was he? Had he gotten fired, or quit? Lost in thought I guess I hit the wrong button because the elevator stopped on the wrong floor.
When the doors opened I heard someone groaning like they were in pain. Without hesitation I moved quickly down the hall, looking into each office as I passed. Finally I rounded the corner and saw a woman, laying face down on her desk and maintenance man standing over her with a vibrator. He looked at me and smiled.