Condo Maintenance Man
Copyright© 2026 by Seafarer
Chapter 1: The Horrors of Medical Care
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Horrors of Medical Care - Jackson was a blue-collar guy working in A/C & R at a Health Maintenance Organization (HMO). That job fizzled out, so he applied to work at a large condominium. He got the job as the maintenance man. He was hired to replace the previous maintenance man, who is retiring. Oddly, a lot of needy ladies live in the all-female condo. The maintenance logbook, which was passed down, has some cryptic euphemisms in it.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Workplace Mother Son First Oral Sex Petting
I’m Jackson Reese, a 27-year-old building maintenance man. Before you think of me as another low-brow grunt, think again. I was a bit of a Momma’s boy, and she didn’t want me going off to university somewhere far away. Mom is a helicopter Mom and wants me around. I’m all she has left.
See, I really didn’t need a profession. Dad was old money when he died. He left Mom a bundle. So, I just needed something to do, more of an avocation, if you will. Something to get me out of the house and see different people occasionally.
I live at Mom’s (our) house in an upscale neighborhood near St. Petersburg, Florida. I was brought up spoiled rotten, but I’m potty trained and polite to a fault, so Mom keeps me. Somebody has to take out the trash and wash Mom’s BMW.
After 12 years of public school, I was seriously not interested in more years of school. What did I want to do? I did not want to sit at a PC with dozens of other clones in a sea of computer cubicles. Slaving away doing menial jobs sounds dreadful.
I did need an occupation, so I chose Air Conditioning, Heating, and Refrigeration. I’m good with my hands.
I attended a local community college and became certified. I found out very few guys getting out of high school were turning to the trades. You can make good money right after high school in a trade. It also lets you move around and be outside at times. That’s much better than sitting all day hearing the droning sounds of the people around you.
I was hired out of school by a desperate HMO company with over 30 clinics in many nearby areas. The buildings are divided up for different purposes. Some offer full-service walk-in clinics, and some are doctor-only clinics by appointment. One building is full-service. It does almost everything a hospital does, but it’s all walk-in only. Half the business is Medicare, and half is employer-provided health care.
Most of the buildings are old and rather in disrepair, which is where our maintenance team comes in. Our maintenance guys cover all the bases. We have compressors, elevator systems, and a ton of electrical systems. They keep us going. We also do plumbing and regular electrical repairs.
Then there are the ever-present problems with Heating and Air Conditioning equipment. Over the years, everyone under the sun has manufactured and installed them. That makes it a challenge. The systems are all quite old.
I work directly for Bob Poole, our maintenance supervisor. He has too many responsibilities. Sometimes, he gets too angry. He has a manager above him who is a real piece of work. We usually take our ass-chewing’s from the big boss with a grain of salt.
One day, Frank lit into me for something I was not responsible for. It was another guy’s fault. I just happened to be near Frank when he decided to blow up.
He would not let me get a word in edgewise. I thought, “I’ve been here 5 years, and this is as good as it’s going to get? Do I need this job this bad?
I do this to be around people and have something to do. I do it for pleasure - My supervisor, Frank, is unquestionably not fun to be around when her blows up.
The more I stood there and listened to Frank’s tirade, the more he convinced me I needed to be somewhere else. I took my company phone off my belt, took my company badge off, took the company truck keys out, and handed them to Frank. I walked away with him screaming at my back.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I didn’t answer him. I just kept walking. Two blocks away, I entered McDonald’s and ordered an unhappy meal.
I would’ve rather gone to 5 Guys or somewhere else, but 5 Guys was 12 blocks away. I was very hungry and shaking from my experience with Frank. I ate slowly because McDonald’s food is weird, and gulping it down would not help it digest.
I pulled out my own cellphone and called an Uber. I had the driver drop me off at the headquarters building, where I got in my pickup truck and drove home. The next morning HR called me and wanted me to come in and tell them what happened.
When I arrived, security escorted me in, since I had turned in my badge yesterday.
I told Sally, the head of HR, “I had my last ass-chewing from Frank yesterday; that’s it. I am done with him. I don’t see any reason to abuse an employee. He had no right to chew on me for so long and in public, too. he was yelling at me about something someone else had screwed up.”
I don’t blame Frank. I blame the company. It has put too much pressure on one man, and I won’t be here when he really blows up. The manager above Frank and us is a nasty, nasty man. Everyone knows he is sleeping with his assistant. He refuses to pay for necessary parts when something breaks. Everything is a band-aid fix for him to save money.”
“Every roof on every building we have needs to be redone. I know because I am the one that goes up on the roof to service the compressor units.”
She looked at me strangely. She knew. I knew. She knew that I knew that this was going nowhere.
She finally said, “Is there anything else?”
I said, “Yes, if I get one bad mark because of this mess, I will come back and sue. Too many employees saw what happened. It would get very litigious if anyone was unfair about my quitting. I’ll say nothing and do nothing if the company does the same.”
I stopped at that. I could have given a lot more reasons it was so messed up. They had the basics. They need to pay more to retain quality techs. They need to eliminate our upper-echelon manager, who keeps Frank on edge and nutty.
Telling them more things would only confuse HR. They already knew all this from previous employee exit interviews. Some from our division.
They asked the usual questions. They knew the Maintenance Department was losing workers every month or so. Ideally, they wanted a team of ten; my leaving would take it down to five. They already know why Frank is running on crazy. His boss makes him nuts. The whole company knows.
Part of that is on Frank. He wants to always be the guy who comes in and saves the day. That means he’s too busy to properly train people on systems.
Frank makes us stand around while he plays the big cheese and fixes everything. We only get things like changing a bulb or resetting a circuit breaker. Frank wastes our time and doesn’t pass down the training we need. As the dedicated AC man, I am in my own world.
I came pre-trained and fully certified as an AC guy and an electrician. Most of the other guys are afraid to do things because of the ass-chewing.
I got home early, and when Mom saw me, she said, “You had enough today, I take it?”
I said, “It was a long time coming. I figure I tried to hang in there. I learned a lot more about dealing with complex issues than I did about what my function was supposed to be. It was educational, but no fun at all. I’m going to get a drink, sit by the pool, and relax.”
I took a week off. I hadn’t had a relaxing time off since I started working at the HMO. The place was high-stress 24/7, so I stayed wound up. It was like I was always on call. That shit is unacceptable in the South; they don’t pay enough. The longer I thought about it, the happier I was with my decision.
I did get a call back to talk to HR one more time. They investigated my complaint and apologized for how they treated me. Would I consider coming back?
I said, “No, sorry. I thank you, but that ship has sailed.”
Frank was overworked. I’d already told his crappy manager off a few times. I didn’t say that, of course. No, I was finished. I did not want to go to jail for nailing the asshole who aggravates so many people so often. I don’t get why big companies keep such crappy higher-ups.
After a week of relaxing, I started looking for work.
I found a listing for a condo looking for a replacement maintenance man. He needed someone with an air conditioning, heating, plumbing, and electrical background. I emailed them, and we arranged for me to come in and apply.
Generic, my ass. They wanted an expert in all maintenance fields, but they wanted to pay only a little more than a new guy. I hinted that the pay was too substandard.
The outgoing maintenance man, George, interviewed me first. I explained why I had left the HMO. He thought I had a case to sue them. Mom and I discussed it, but I didn’t want the hassle.
George asked me many questions that a maintenance man would need to know to fix things. I could tell he was happy with me; after all, I had been at this work for several years.
Julia Thompson interviewed me next. She was apparently glad I was youngish. She said she needed a go-getter and someone who would not retire in a few years as George had.
Julia had me fill out the generic forms, and then she copied my certifications. I was hired to start the following Monday. I was the under-instruction maintenance man at the Luminaire Towers on St. Pete Beach. The building has over 800 units. It’s seven stories tall, with incredibly long U-shaped hallways.
I also had to be drug tested. The condo paid for it, and it was a quick in-and-out urine sample.
Julia told me that 80% of the tenants are professional women between 30 and 50. Two male security guards are always on site. One roves around, and the other watches the outside and hallway cameras.
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