«Can you go out for a second?»

I shuddered sharply and looked around in confusion. So stuck on a photo of one friend on Instagram that he lost his sense of place and time. In the meantime, it was the evening of the working day, I was in a small room without windows, which serves as my office, and before the end of the day I had to file another report to the head unit. But instead, I stick to the women’s asses in the photo and twirl the crumpled piece of paper in my hands. But who is talking to me? Oh, yes, at five o’clock in the evening, janitors walk around the offices and kick employees out for a couple of minutes in the corridor. Usually they have nothing to catch. I am always extremely careful. But this is the law of the office, everyone does their job. I hastily folded up Instagram and got up, knees crunching. At my 28 years old, it’s time for arthrosis, scaliosis and sciatica. A diminutive woman 19-20 years old slipped into the office. Strange, I have never seen young girls in such a vacancy. Usually these are old women or middle-aged drunks with dark circles under the eyes. And here is a girl, and very good looking. We met eyes. I once went to pickup courses, about 7 years ago. Nothing really came of it, the courses themselves turned out to be an ordinary hoax. But one thing that the coach said then I remembers well. It is important to catch a glance with a woman, he said. If she does not take focus for a few seconds, then you could interest her with something. And I’m like a fool, trying to catch the glances of this or that lady, trying to catch hold of the mall. But they looked at me contemptuously and arrogantly. And then the girl did not look away. Her warm brown eyes met mine, and she smiled. It was so sweet that my soul felt warm, and in my closet with a blinking mercury lamp it became much brighter.

«Will you go out for a second?», She asked, «don’t worry, I’ll be quick.»

«Yes, of course», - I answered, hearing my voice, as if from the side. She no longer looked at me, but her gaze was still in front of my inner gaze. She hooked, as if hooked. Everything as that coach said. But it seems that I myself got hooked more.

I left, nodded to Mikhail from the Financial dept and Olga from the Accounting, who were standing in the corridor, waiting for their offices to be put in order. The girl really did it quickly. Before I had time to listen to the silly joke from Mikhail, she came out and smiled at me again, even more pleasant. I returned to my office, ears glowing like a schoolboy and a stupid smile from ear to ear.

«So...», I said to myself, «I need to work. I need to work...» But something got in the way. Oh yes, the crumpled piece of paper is still in my palm. I ought to throw it away. But looking at the bucket, covered with a fresh package, I felt sorry to desecrate its purity. I went out into the corridor.

«Miss!»

The Janitor who was pushing the cart to the chief’s office turned around. Still, a blue apron suits her very well. Shades her natural beauty and liveliness. No makeup on the face, blond hair is gathered in a ponytail. But it all made her even more cute.

«Miss...», I repeated, «Can I throw it over to you?»

And held out a crumpled piece of paper.

«Yes...», she responded, «by the way, my name is Zlata.»

«And I - Ivan...», I answered not in my own voice, completely forgetting why I had turned to her.

She laughed.

«I know that, it is written on your office door. Ivan Ilyichev, senior analyst. Let us have your piece of paper here...»

I handed her a piece of paper and our hands touched for a moment. She was nice, cool and gentle. This is how a woman should be.

That evening I did not go home, but to my old mistress Olesya. She had been married for a long time, but we had been fucking with her since the days of college, and I continued to visit her out of old memory. Her husband often stayed late at work or even went on long business trips, so I brightened up Olesya’s lonely evenings. She fed me a hot dinner. Then she said that today she started menstruating, and I can count on the maximum blowjob.

I agreed. Olesya threw back her naughty curls and dug into the head with a greedy kiss. I tried to hold back. She hated semen in her mouth or on her face. But this time she tried for a long time. My cock was stuck, but did not want to have fun. «Maybe another time?», Olesya asked, releasing my penis from his mouth, «something you are not in shape today.»

«Now you will find out what my shape is!», I answered, «let’s not shirk!” Olesya snorted like a fox and again slid her tongue along the bridle. I closed my eyes. I had my closet with a representative lamp. I sit as usual at the table. And under the table sits Zlata and her hand in a yellow rubber glove quickly moves the foreskin. Sharp, rough touches give me pleasure that I have never experienced. She smiles at me under the table and jerks off my cock faster and faster. I frantically hold on to the table and the boss walks in. He asks me something, but there is only noise in my ears and heartbeat. And I myself unload myself in a prudently set mouth, cover her pretty face almost entirely with glaze and look at the boss with a stupid look.

Olesya’s cough returned me to reality. I was so carried away by my fantasy that I was discharged into her mouth without warning. And there it has accumulated, perhaps, for a week.

“Bastard...” she said, smearing mascara and semen all over her face. And I could not answer anything, looking at her with a stupid look.

From that evening on to Olesya I stopped going, and dreams of Zlata became my constant companions. However, not only dreams, but all thoughts in general. It turned out that she was a student, and her mother, the senior janitor, arranged for her to work here. I saw her, a heavy, puffy woman with short hair and tattooed lips. It is strange that such a beast could give birth to a beauty. When her shift was not, I suffered terribly. When she came into my office, these were the best moments of my life. During the day I thought about her, at night I fantasized, mentally taking possession of her from behind, while she, kneeling, wipes a dirty stain on the floor. Dirty, dirty, dirty girl ... Do you love the cock in your dirty anal hole? I’ll clean it for you while you clean the toilet. My passion became so obsessive that I got into the habit of jerking off in the office toilet, and even touching myself through my pants in the office.

As for Zlata, she was always willing to make contact. We could talk to each other for a long time. We didn’t have so many common themes, but all sorts of trifles like the weather on the street, the twists and turns of her studies, some funny stories, helped to compensate for this shortcoming. She began to come to my office not only for cleaning, but also just to exchange a couple of phrases. I also visited her in the back room. It, like my room, had no windows, but it was by no means larger and more comfortable. And all at the expense of a small sofa. “You’ve gotten better here than the boss,” I told her, stretching myself out on this couch, and Zlata laughed loudly in response and looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. What could be better?

Time flew by imperceptibly, and at the same time it seemed to me that we had known her all our lives, although only two and a half months had passed. Imperceptibly, a significant date has come, the birthday of our company. The boss was very kind to this date and every time he arranged a holiday better than New Year’s. Our dining room that day was bursting with the most exquisite snacks, against the backdrop of a formidable battery of bottles of alcohol. I’ve always liked this day. But not today. All the employees gathered in the dining room, even the autistic marketer crawled out for once. But there was no Zlata. However, it is understandable; the boss never invited the janitors to the table. Therefore, I could hardly endure when he finishes his solemn monologue, drinks a couple of glasses and finally goes to celebrate at home, instructing the others to finish everything, not to leave a crumb here. No sooner had he left the dining room than I quickly collected sandwiches and canapes, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and quietly walked out into the corridor. Zlata was in her back room, absentmindedly leafing through a glossy catalog, sitting on the sofa, her legs tucked under her.

«Hey!», I said, demonstrating snacks and drinks. She smiled with only her eyes, but so warmly that I wanted to immediately hug her, hug her as tightly as I could.