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The Heiress and the Janitor
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CHAPTER ONE: The Heiress
Part I — The First Night
Josephine FitzMaurice Savoy-Carignano sat behind her desk which faced a wall holding framed diplomas for her J.D., M.B.A., M.A., B.A., and I.B. diplomas — earned in reverse of that order — along with myriad other framed mementos of her academic success. It also held two large formal photographs, one of her father, and one of his ex-wife, her mother. Most of Josephine's looks, including her height, wavy brown hair and full red lips, came from her Italian father. Everyone said, however, that her bright blue, piercing eyes, not to mention her lean figure, came from her mother. Her mother had driven her to earn those diplomas, saying constantly: “Never let yourself become dependant on a man.”
Ironically, Mama now lived off the considerable alimony she received from Papa. A descendant of Italian nobility and generous to a fault, he ensured the divorce settlement had left Mama, herself a born aristocrat, with the lifestyle to which she had always been accustomed. Likewise, Josephine could choose never to work. The trust fund he’d established for her ensured that.
Papa, of course, still worked, despite the hundreds of millions he had added to his already sizable inheritance through various printing, publishing, and telecommunications interests. Indeed, he owned the company, not to mention the skyscraper, where Josephine now worked as an editor. She had learned independence from Mama, but had Papa’s work ethic.
That, of course, explained her presence in the office this evening after everyone else had gone home. Josephine liked working late. She found herself most productive in the darkened and quiet building long after hours, with the only disturbance being the occasional muffled sounds of a janitor emptying paper-filled waste bins.
Part I — The First Night
Josephine FitzMaurice Savoy-Carignano sat behind her desk which faced a wall holding framed diplomas for her J.D., M.B.A., M.A., B.A., and I.B. diplomas — earned in reverse of that order — along with myriad other framed mementos of her academic success. It also held two large formal photographs, one of her father, and one of his ex-wife, her mother. Most of Josephine's looks, including her height, wavy brown hair and full red lips, came from her Italian father. Everyone said, however, that her bright blue, piercing eyes, not to mention her lean figure, came from her mother. Her mother had driven her to earn those diplomas, saying constantly: “Never let yourself become dependant on a man.”
Ironically, Mama now lived off the considerable alimony she received from Papa. A descendant of Italian nobility and generous to a fault, he ensured the divorce settlement had left Mama, herself a born aristocrat, with the lifestyle to which she had always been accustomed. Likewise, Josephine could choose never to work. The trust fund he’d established for her ensured that.
Papa, of course, still worked, despite the hundreds of millions he had added to his already sizable inheritance through various printing, publishing, and telecommunications interests. Indeed, he owned the company, not to mention the skyscraper, where Josephine now worked as an editor. She had learned independence from Mama, but had Papa’s work ethic.
That, of course, explained her presence in the office this evening after everyone else had gone home. Josephine liked working late. She found herself most productive in the darkened and quiet building long after hours, with the only disturbance being the occasional muffled sounds of a janitor emptying paper-filled waste bins.
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Joe Black, the 55 year old janitor, was completing his daily job of emptying trash and sweeping the floors when he spied Ms. Josephine ( what he called her) in her office still working. He stopped his work and stood back admiring her beauty and wondering what it would be like to have her. He knew deep down he never could because of their socio-economic differences but the thought always intrigued him. He broke away from his thoughts and continued his work before she caught him looking at her in a distance and then he having to explain himself to her. This was his daily game of hide and seek when she worked alone.
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The Janitor
Josephine admired the way the janitor’s butt filled out his green overalls as he bent over emptying waste bins in the outer office. She figured him at about twice her age, but guessed he worked out, or maybe just the rigors of his job kept him fit. She looked back down at the manuscript on her desk when he straightened up and turned toward her office door.
As usual, he said nothing as he came in, leaving his wheeled oversize garbage can just outside. He went first to the wet bar, and pulled out the trash from the cabinet beneath it. Then he did the same from the basket next to her desk. He threw this into the can, then returned with fresh bags. He finished placing these, then began to wipe the counter around the sink.
Josephine said what she always said at this point. “How are you tonight, Joe?”
Josephine admired the way the janitor’s butt filled out his green overalls as he bent over emptying waste bins in the outer office. She figured him at about twice her age, but guessed he worked out, or maybe just the rigors of his job kept him fit. She looked back down at the manuscript on her desk when he straightened up and turned toward her office door.
As usual, he said nothing as he came in, leaving his wheeled oversize garbage can just outside. He went first to the wet bar, and pulled out the trash from the cabinet beneath it. Then he did the same from the basket next to her desk. He threw this into the can, then returned with fresh bags. He finished placing these, then began to wipe the counter around the sink.
Josephine said what she always said at this point. “How are you tonight, Joe?”
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"I'm doing good tonight Ms.J' & yourself? Joe continues working while glancing back & forth at her wondering if he'll be able to catch a glimpse up her skirt or catch her bending over for a breast shot. He always takes the most time in her office when she is working late in hopes of 'catching' something with his eyes in order to feel like he has achieved a bonus for his work. He's always wondered what she looked like without anything on and what exactly it would take to get to see her naked in real life. How's the home life Ms.J, he asked in order to keep conversing so he could stay closer to her longer.
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Homesick
“How’s the home life, Ms. J?” the janitor asked. She loved how he called her that.
“To borrow an expression from a lawyer I interned with,” Josephine smiled. “‘Objection... assumes facts not in evidence.’ I have a wonderful apartment, Joe, but it’s not really a home.”
“How’s the home life, Ms. J?” the janitor asked. She loved how he called her that.
“To borrow an expression from a lawyer I interned with,” Josephine smiled. “‘Objection... assumes facts not in evidence.’ I have a wonderful apartment, Joe, but it’s not really a home.”
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Why is that Mrs. J? You & Hub having some issues?I thought every thing was peachy on the good side well make that the great side of town!I guess every house has their own issues regardless of wealth & privilege... Anytime you want to talk Mrs.J, you can always talk to me Mrs. J
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Lonely
“Anytime you want to talk, Mrs. J,” the janitor offered. “You can always talk to me, Mrs. J.”
“That’s sweet of you, Joe,” Josephine replied sincerely. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m not having marital problems, really. It’s just that my husband spends all his time at the office. He just made junior partner and it’s all about billable hours. I hardly ever see him.”
“Anytime you want to talk, Mrs. J,” the janitor offered. “You can always talk to me, Mrs. J.”
“That’s sweet of you, Joe,” Josephine replied sincerely. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m not having marital problems, really. It’s just that my husband spends all his time at the office. He just made junior partner and it’s all about billable hours. I hardly ever see him.”
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Oh I see, Mrs. J, you are all alone in that big house on the hill, is that it? Hearing sounds at night because you are all alone? When the wind blows & the wood makes a sound, you think someone is in the house? You ever get scared Mrs.J, give me a call and I'll come over and check it out for you...
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The janitor articulated an evocative image of the anxiety a young woman like Josephine might feel left home alone. Then he offered, “You ever get scared, Mrs. J, give me a call and I’ll come over and check it out for you.”
“Again, Joe, you’re too sweet,” she said as the image of the lean, well muscled man visiting her in the dead of night sprang into her imagination. She had always thought him handsome, and his way with words suggested an intellect well above that typically assumed for one of his station. She realized that if her husband again stayed late at his office tonight, she and her vibrator had a new fantasy to share. The idea of having Joe there prompted her to chuckle. She hoped he did not hear how her voice had suddenly grown a bit deeper. “Then again, Joe, if you came to my house in the middle of the night with my husband away, what would the neighbors think?!”
The janitor articulated an evocative image of the anxiety a young woman like Josephine might feel left home alone. Then he offered, “You ever get scared, Mrs. J, give me a call and I’ll come over and check it out for you.”
“Again, Joe, you’re too sweet,” she said as the image of the lean, well muscled man visiting her in the dead of night sprang into her imagination. She had always thought him handsome, and his way with words suggested an intellect well above that typically assumed for one of his station. She realized that if her husband again stayed late at his office tonight, she and her vibrator had a new fantasy to share. The idea of having Joe there prompted her to chuckle. She hoped he did not hear how her voice had suddenly grown a bit deeper. “Then again, Joe, if you came to my house in the middle of the night with my husband away, what would the neighbors think?!”
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Well Mrs. J, I could park down the road & walk to your house so no one would see my car. Do you get scared & lonely in that big house Mrs. J?Just remember I am just a phone call away....
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Remembering
“Just remember I am just a phone call away,” the janitor suggested in evoking images of what could happen to a young woman alone at home at night.
“I’ll do that, Joe,” she smiled and turned back to her work.
Remember it, she did, at home several hours later. Of course, she did not really feel afraid when alone like this. The subdivision had a gate and two night watchmen. None the less, after her husband called and explained he had to brief a new issue in a case he had going to trial next week and would not get home until well after midnight, then Joe’s offer came right to mind.
Taking a big glass of wine with her to her bedroom, she slipped out of her clothes. A cordless phone sat on the night stand by her bed. She did not know the number for the Maintenance Department at her office building, but she could easily look it up. She imagined herself doing this while she pulled her vibrator from the drawer.
* * *
The next evening, she probably did not need to work late, but she stayed anyway after the rest of the staff had left. Her husband, after all, had already told her he’d not get home until very late. She might as well get ahead on some of her editing. As she worked, she kept glancing out her office door, wondering when the janitor would stop by.
“Just remember I am just a phone call away,” the janitor suggested in evoking images of what could happen to a young woman alone at home at night.
“I’ll do that, Joe,” she smiled and turned back to her work.
Remember it, she did, at home several hours later. Of course, she did not really feel afraid when alone like this. The subdivision had a gate and two night watchmen. None the less, after her husband called and explained he had to brief a new issue in a case he had going to trial next week and would not get home until well after midnight, then Joe’s offer came right to mind.
Taking a big glass of wine with her to her bedroom, she slipped out of her clothes. A cordless phone sat on the night stand by her bed. She did not know the number for the Maintenance Department at her office building, but she could easily look it up. She imagined herself doing this while she pulled her vibrator from the drawer.
* * *
The next evening, she probably did not need to work late, but she stayed anyway after the rest of the staff had left. Her husband, after all, had already told her he’d not get home until very late. She might as well get ahead on some of her editing. As she worked, she kept glancing out her office door, wondering when the janitor would stop by.
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Walking by Mrs. J's door, I look inside & see that she is still working. "Hello Mrs. J" Why are you still here? Is that husband of yours not at home waiting on you to return home? Noticing her blouse was slightly ajar, he adjusted his stance in order to get a better glimpse of her chest. Hoping she wouldn't catch him or maybe she would....
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Revealing
“Hello, Mrs. J,” the janitor greeted her as he leaned against the doorjamb at an odd angle. “Why are you still here? Is that husband of yours not at home waiting on you to return home?”
Josephine wondered if men did this instinctively, or actually acted consciously, when they always seemed to position themselves to get a glimpse of a woman’s cleavage. Feeling mischievous, and just a bit randy, she picked up a pencil and extended it toward the electric sharpener on her desk.
Acting as if she couldn’t quite reach, she stood a bit and bent forward, letting the janitor see right down her blouse.
“My husband has a huge trial starting next week,” she replied as she shortened the pencil considerably. “That means he’ll be working eighteen-hour days until it’s over, which means you’ll probably be seeing a lot more of me in the next week or two, Joe.”
She sat back and returned to editing the manuscript on her desk with the pencil nub that remained.
“Hello, Mrs. J,” the janitor greeted her as he leaned against the doorjamb at an odd angle. “Why are you still here? Is that husband of yours not at home waiting on you to return home?”
Josephine wondered if men did this instinctively, or actually acted consciously, when they always seemed to position themselves to get a glimpse of a woman’s cleavage. Feeling mischievous, and just a bit randy, she picked up a pencil and extended it toward the electric sharpener on her desk.
Acting as if she couldn’t quite reach, she stood a bit and bent forward, letting the janitor see right down her blouse.
“My husband has a huge trial starting next week,” she replied as she shortened the pencil considerably. “That means he’ll be working eighteen-hour days until it’s over, which means you’ll probably be seeing a lot more of me in the next week or two, Joe.”
She sat back and returned to editing the manuscript on her desk with the pencil nub that remained.
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"You'll be seeing more of me next week Joe" is all that he heard. I wonder if that means I'll be seeing ALL of her next week??he thought as he continued to position himself to get a glimpse down her blouse. I've got to figure out a way to get into her house if she doesn't ask me soon. Something needs to break at her house......
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Loitering
Josephine looked up. Joe lingered in her office doorway. She didn’t mind the company nor the attention.
“Is there something I can do for you, Joe.”
Josephine looked up. Joe lingered in her office doorway. She didn’t mind the company nor the attention.
“Is there something I can do for you, Joe.”
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ah that ended rather abruptly! was Joe sacked...
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A smile starts forming at my mouth & I reply, why yes there is Mrs. J, do you know who I need to speak to regarding a raise?
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Employee Relations
“Do you know who I need to speak to regarding a raise?” the janitor asked.
“Not off the top of my head, Joe,” Josephine smiled. She appreciated that he thought enough of her to seek help with such a matter. “But I’ll ask around and put in a good word for you. I see how hard you work here every night.”
“Do you know who I need to speak to regarding a raise?” the janitor asked.
“Not off the top of my head, Joe,” Josephine smiled. She appreciated that he thought enough of her to seek help with such a matter. “But I’ll ask around and put in a good word for you. I see how hard you work here every night.”
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I walk over to you still noticing your blouse is a bit open & I take glancing looks down your blouse, secretly hoping you will catch me.....
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Acting Trashy
Josephine took no offense when Joe stepped over to try to peek down her blouse. She had already purposely flashed some cleavage already. She looked up at him as if confused by his approach, then smiled as in sudden realization.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Joe,” she said. “My wastepaper basket is under my desk.”
She pushed back her chair on its silent coasters, angling it so that he would have a view straight down her blouse to the fullness of her breasts in their white lace bra as she bent down and retrieved the trash can.
Josephine took no offense when Joe stepped over to try to peek down her blouse. She had already purposely flashed some cleavage already. She looked up at him as if confused by his approach, then smiled as in sudden realization.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Joe,” she said. “My wastepaper basket is under my desk.”
She pushed back her chair on its silent coasters, angling it so that he would have a view straight down her blouse to the fullness of her breasts in their white lace bra as she bent down and retrieved the trash can.
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As I reach for the wastebasket, I look straight down Mrs.J's blouse, seeing her firm breasts. I feel a stirring in my pants and think to myself, " is she doing this on purpose"
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Teasing the Teaser
Josephine watched as Joe peeked down her blouse. It turned her on a bit to think that she interested this built, handsome, man. As he stood up, she crossed her legs so that her gray skirt rode up a few inches on her right thigh. She wore sheer stockings and thin-heeled pumps.
“Thank you, Joe,” she said as he dumped the contents of her wastepaper basket into the large trash can on his cart. Despite tempting thoughts starting to form in her mind, she decided she wanted to leave things there for the night. She wheeled her chair back into place at her desk, and picked up a manuscript. Her voice turned distant as if she had already moved on to other priorities. “You may leave the empty basket next to my desk, Joe, please. I plan to work late again tomorrow, so I’ll see you then. Good night,”
Her eyes scanned the paper in front of her, but she did not absorb the words. Instead, she began considering what sexy outfit she could wear tomorrow to drive the janitor crazy.
Josephine watched as Joe peeked down her blouse. It turned her on a bit to think that she interested this built, handsome, man. As he stood up, she crossed her legs so that her gray skirt rode up a few inches on her right thigh. She wore sheer stockings and thin-heeled pumps.
“Thank you, Joe,” she said as he dumped the contents of her wastepaper basket into the large trash can on his cart. Despite tempting thoughts starting to form in her mind, she decided she wanted to leave things there for the night. She wheeled her chair back into place at her desk, and picked up a manuscript. Her voice turned distant as if she had already moved on to other priorities. “You may leave the empty basket next to my desk, Joe, please. I plan to work late again tomorrow, so I’ll see you then. Good night,”
Her eyes scanned the paper in front of her, but she did not absorb the words. Instead, she began considering what sexy outfit she could wear tomorrow to drive the janitor crazy.
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Hmmm I thought, maybe tomorrow she will go a little farther. Well good night Mrs.J I'm working tomorrow too so if you get bored just find me! Have a good evening.
I watch Mrs.J walk out of the door imagining what is under that skirt...
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Executive Action
Even after Joe left her office, Josephine could not concentrate on her work. A sultry heat had risen in her loins. She considered going home, changing into sexy lingerie, and waiting for her husband Brian to get home. This close before a trial, however, he rarely wanted to do more in bed than sleep, and she did not relish the thought of his rejection this evening.
She recalled the prior evening’s fantasies about Joe. She wondered about her imagination’s accuracy. She had always heard — indeed, knew the cliche — about black men having extraordinary size. If true, it might explain the old saying about not going back.
She heard the ping of the elevator and the rattle of Joe’s maintenance cart as he entered it, on his way to his rounds on the next floor. Instinctively, she turned as if to watch him, even though he had already gone.
Her lust still rising, she considered following him, but decided she should not make such a rash decision this late at night while so randy. Still, even that idea of simply following and flirting with him, to see what might happen, had her burning with desire. She knew of only one other option.
This floor of the offices had an executive rest room. No sooner had she locked herself into a stall, than she hiked up her skirt and slid her right hand down the front of her panties.
Already too libidinous for sweet patience, she gathered her already plentiful juices on her fingertips and drew them up to her clitoris. She moaned at the first, intense touch.
Imagining Joe touching her, she slipped her left hand into her blouse to caress her right nipple, pinching it savagely as her right index and middle fingers began rubbing her stiffened clit rapidly back and forth.
She fantasized about Joe, his fit chocolate body, and the size of his manhood. Orgasm came quickly and violently.
“Oh God!” she cried out as she came. “Joe!”
Even after Joe left her office, Josephine could not concentrate on her work. A sultry heat had risen in her loins. She considered going home, changing into sexy lingerie, and waiting for her husband Brian to get home. This close before a trial, however, he rarely wanted to do more in bed than sleep, and she did not relish the thought of his rejection this evening.
She recalled the prior evening’s fantasies about Joe. She wondered about her imagination’s accuracy. She had always heard — indeed, knew the cliche — about black men having extraordinary size. If true, it might explain the old saying about not going back.
She heard the ping of the elevator and the rattle of Joe’s maintenance cart as he entered it, on his way to his rounds on the next floor. Instinctively, she turned as if to watch him, even though he had already gone.
Her lust still rising, she considered following him, but decided she should not make such a rash decision this late at night while so randy. Still, even that idea of simply following and flirting with him, to see what might happen, had her burning with desire. She knew of only one other option.
This floor of the offices had an executive rest room. No sooner had she locked herself into a stall, than she hiked up her skirt and slid her right hand down the front of her panties.
Already too libidinous for sweet patience, she gathered her already plentiful juices on her fingertips and drew them up to her clitoris. She moaned at the first, intense touch.
Imagining Joe touching her, she slipped her left hand into her blouse to caress her right nipple, pinching it savagely as her right index and middle fingers began rubbing her stiffened clit rapidly back and forth.
She fantasized about Joe, his fit chocolate body, and the size of his manhood. Orgasm came quickly and violently.
“Oh God!” she cried out as she came. “Joe!”
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