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Chapter One - What a bitch!
	Laura Whitman is twenty nine, stands five foot six or seven 
inches tall, weights around one hundred pounds, has light blond-red 
chestnut hair worn long, and is extremely good looking. She has one 
of those athletic hard bodies most woman would die for, but usually 
are to lazy to develop or maintain, and most men would do anything 
to get a piece of, but absolutely know there isn't a prayer in hell of it 
ever happening.
	Aside from being good looking, she's smart, well educated, 
the holder of a law degree from one of the more prestigious colleges, 
and a up and comer at  'Myer, Myer and Shielding' law firm, (with 
her sights set on a partnership, at any price), and is a self centered, 
egotistical, better than most, total pain in the ass, bitch.  
	Now keep in mind, the fact that Laura Whitman is a bitch 
doesn't come as any earth shaking discovery to me, after all how many
real good looking broads have you ever encountered that weren't stuck 
up? But the pisser with Laura Whitman wasn't as much her arrogant 
attitude, as it was that she seemed to go out of  her way to make life 
even more miserable than it already was for the lower class working 
stiffs.
	She seemed to get some kind of high out of reminding people 
of how much more important she was than they were. Now this 
reminder didn't normally occur in the form of any one on one 
conversations, but in the structure of not saying good morning, even 
after being greeted, (providing the greeter was anyone she perceived to
be below her station),  She made it a point to is also not reluctant in 
pointing out any and all   
	You just can't help disliking. She's so full of herself she 
wouldn't give a working class stiff, like me, the time of day. 
	Yeah sure, she's a stone fox alright, she even has a good 
head on her shoulders, lots of formal education including a law degree
from one of the more preppie collages, but that don't give her no right 
to completely ignore people like me. Hell, we work in the same law 
office, even if I am just a janitor it don't give her no right not to give
 me as much as a friggun nod in the mornings. I don't expect a, "Good 
morning!" or Morning!" or nothing like that, but even a "Fuck you!" 
would be better than being treated like you don't exist. Shit, every day 
its the same old crap, she walks right passed me as if I weren't even 
there. The only people she treats half way human are the high falooton 
partners at the law firm, and I'm sure that's just so she can worm her 
way into a partnership. Its easy to see she'd do just about anything to 
become a partner in the firm, hell, she's probably blowing old man 
Myer the senior partner, she wants a partnership so fucking bad. Yeah, 
I'd sure just like to kick the shit out of her stuck up ass one of these 
days.
	As for me, at forty three I'm a miserable sort of fuck up, 
having made little of myself or my life to date. Hell, I dropped out of 
high school during mid term of the tenth grade and have been 
bumming around ever since. I've had my share of run-in's with the 
cops, mostly for misdemeanors and petty crimes but to date they've 
never been able to pin anything big on me that could keep me in jail 
for more than a day or two, guess I'm just to smart for the fuzz, 
besides, all cops are real dumb fucks. 
	Because I didn't have any major crime record I was able to land this
piece of shit job as a janitor at 'Myer, Myer and Shielding', a large law firm 
that takes up the top six floors in a twenty story bank owned high-rise. The
bank occupies the bottom two floors. 
	Now keep in mind I didn't take on this Shiite job for the Shiite pay, 
or because I decided to fly straight, I just wanted access to the bank building,
figuring I might be able to work out some kind of scam that would relieve the 
bank of some of its cash. Not a big deal like knocking off the vault or 
anything, just hitting the tellers, you know small peanuts. If I couldn't come 
up with a better plan I figured I would just walk into the bank wearing a 
disguise, rob the fucking place then when the cops were all running around 
in the streets looking for someone to nab I'd be up in the law offices doing 
my janitor thing just as normal as you please. 
	After a month in the lame-ass janitor's job and not having come up 
with any better plans for the bank job I was just about ready to try the 
disguise thing, besides for the entire month that miss high and mighty Laura 
Whitman acting just like the stuck up bitch she was, was getting on my God 
damn nerves and I needed to get the fuck out or I might just pop her one and 
screw up the bank deal.. Then the "get even with miss Laura high and mighty
Whitman" just kinda fell into my lap.
	I had been hanging around late one night waiting for miss high and 
mighty to leave work so I could clean her office. She had had me chastised 
by one of the partners not two days before after finding her office had not
 been cleaned the night before. Christ, the only reason I hadn't cleaned her 
fucking office was because she had stayed real late and I said screw her 
I'm not waiting around all night, and went home. She had made it loud and 
clear that I was never to enter her office while she was still in it. So what 
was I supposed to do? I guess just to cool my heels until such time as she 
decides to move her ass out, then low life me could just step and fetch it in 
there and clean the fucking place up. Well screw her. If it weren't for the 
bank job I'd kick her ass so hard her internal organs would know my shoe 
size for getting me into trouble like that. 
	So there I am a little after eight PM waiting for her to get her junkie 
ass out of the friggun place when I hear a loud voice coming from behind her 
closed door. Seeing as I'm the only one in the offices beside whoever is in 
with her, I press my ear up against the door so's to hear what  all the ruckus 
is about. The loud voice I recognized as that of Arnold Lippit one of the firms 
lawyers and considered to be the most likely candidate to become the firms 
next partner. Lippit is a skinny little creep of a lawyer, standing five foot 
one or two at most and weighing all of ninety eight pounds ringing wet. You just 
knew he had been the head nerd in high school. At the moment he sounded 
angry and upset, but I couldn't mistake that high pitched little squeaky homo 
voice of his.
	"You bitch! I would of thought something like this was to low for even 
someone like you!" 
	Then Laura's voice, "You don't have anything indicating I was 
involved. I can't help it if your a poor lawyer. When you go down on this 
one you'll go all by yourself. I'm sorry but I can't help you, so please leave."
	"You'll....You'll get yours. It's unbelievable that even you would stoop 
this low just to get that partnership. I'll get even with you...I swear to God...I'll
get you for...."
	Then her voice again, low and calm cutting him off. "Will you please 
leave. I told you I can't help you. Leave now! Please."
	His voice seemed to take on a sharp snap but didn't lose its 
squeaky quality as he said, "Sure I'll leave, but I know you took delivery 
of that package I needed for the Dunston case. You knew I'd have to 
settle the case as best I could without those papers making me look bad 
in front of my client and the firm. What, did you hope?  That my looking bad 
would be enough to swing the partnership vote in your favor leaving me out 
in the cold! God! How could you stoop so low?"
	"I really have no idea what your talking about."
	"Like hell you don't! I don't know who you paid off at the delivery 
service, them having mysteriously loosing the signed delivery receipt, but 
if I ever find out.... you'll not only be out of a job, I'll see to it your 
disbarred. What you did is not only unethical, its illegal and there's not a 
judge in this state that would hesitate at all in pulling your lawyers license.
Hell, you wouldn't be able to practice law in any state. Hell, you'll probably 
even spend some jail time for what you did. Yeah I'll leave all right, but 
you'd better watch your backside from now on."
	I quickly moved away from the door stepping into the secretaries bull 
pen cubical just as Laura's office door opened.  Arnold Lippit, looking 
somewhat disheveled, slammed the door shut behind him then walked out into 
the hall heading for the elevators. Several minutes later Laura Whitman looking 
smug with herself left the office and also headed for the elevators.
	I hung around for fifteen or twenty minutes making sure neither of 
them would return then I stepped into Laura's office. Using the lock picks I 
always carry with me I rummaged through the desk but found nothing of
any interest. All the lawyers offices were furnished with heavy duty fire proof 
cast iron file cabinets. In the place where you would expect to find the bottom 
drawer each one of these cabinets was equipped with a safe. Laura's safe, 
fixed with a three tumbler Hawkins Loc-sure' combination dial affair took me 
all of ten minutes to open.
	Inside the safe were several legal sized file folders, miscellaneous 
papers, a pair of clip on ear rings, and large manila envelope with the words
'PhotoMetric legal delivery service' printed on it. I took out the envelope and 
dumped its contents onto the desk. It contained several papers pertaining 
to Arnold Lippit's case one of which was a hand written will and several 
doctors reports along with other legal crap I'm sure was important. The last 
item it contained was a delivery slip from PhotoMetric with the time and date 
of delivery to the offices of Myer, Myer and Shielding signed for by Ms Laura 
Whitman.
	I picked up everything then used the office copier to duplicate the 
stuff. After sealing the copies I had just made into a fresh manila envelope 
I wrote across its front- 'Interested? I'll meet you in your office tonight at 
nine.' 
	After placing the envelope on Laura Whitman's chair I drove home
 feeling great.
	The next day I had fun watching Laura's attempt at masking her 
nervousness. At one point she had gone into Arnold's office obviously 
assuming he had left the envelope on her chair. The look of frustration and 
concern on her face after leaving his office was really something special to 
see. Her high and mighty attitude was lost in her anxiety. 
	The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever due to my anticipation
 of our nine o'clock meeting. By eight that night everyone other than Laura 
and myself had left the offices for the evening. Laura nervously stepped out 
from her office looking around several times and on one of these occasions 
she spotted me and called out, speaking in a madder-of-fact tone like 
someone speaking to a servant, she told me. "I don't need you to wait around 
this evening. I'll be working late so you 	may leave." Just like I was 
dismissed.
	I smiled at her, one of them full teeth smiles then answered, "Naw. 
That's okay. I'll hang around. Oh, by the way did you get a chance to look 
over that package I left on your chair?"
	Her jaw dropped open and it was obvious her brain was having a 
difficult time assimilating my words. After her brain caught up with her ears 
her face became flushed and reddened. With almost uncontrolled anger she 
said. "You? It was you? Your the one that broke into my safe and stole my 
personal files? You God damn.....! That's a criminal offense. I'll see to it 
that your butt is fired and behind bars for robbery if I don't get my stuff 
back in the next God damn minute. Go get it now!"
	I gave her another teeth filled smile before answering. "No I won't 
and no you won't. The original documents prove you've done more than 
just some simple robbery. Those papers can guarantee your career as a 
lawyer is done forever, and along with you having broken your bar practice 
ethics you would probably spend some time in the big house on top of it. 
And did I mention anything about what you can expect about getting that 
partnership? So don't give me any crap!" 
	The look on her face turned from one of anger to one of worry as my 
words soaked in. She realized I had information and proof that would not only 
guarantee she'd never be a partner in the firm but could end her career as an 
attorney all together and possibly even land her in jail for ethics code 
violations.
	She forced some control of herself and said. "Okay. How much will it 
cost me?"
	I smiled at her again. "In money. Nothing. I don't want your money."
	She looked at me with puzzlement, slightly shaking her head from side 
to side as one does when there confused.
	"If you don't want money....What do you want?"
	I rubbed my chin between my thumb and forefinger for several 
seconds before answering her. "Well...I'll tell ya. Your one piece of work you 
are. For two months you've treated me like a piece of shit. Since the first day 
I was here. You know you've really pissed me off. If it hadn't of been for other 
things I needed to do I probably would have popped you one long ago. You 
really need to learn a lesson about acting so high and mighty."
	Her eyes opened wide before speaking. She was not accustomed to 
having anyone tell her what a bitch she was.
	"Look I'm sorry....I'll treat you better....Shit! What? Do you want? To 
beat me up or what?"
	I shook my head sideways indicating no. "Naw...I don't want to beat 
you up. You just need to learn that, even you, under certain circumstances 
could be forced to live or survive like the common class of people you snub 
your nose at. And being vindictive as I am, I'd like to pay you back for the 
way you've treated me over last month or so."
	She seemed to take a lot of offense at my words, because when she 
spoke next it was in a much harsher tone than before.
	"Okay....So what the fuck am I supposed do? Go to good girl finishing 
school? See a shrink? What?"
	I took on the same harsh tone she had just used. "Well, for starters 
you can raise your skirt."
	The look on her face was one of quandary, as if she must have heard 
wrong. " Do what?" She asked.
	"Raise your skirt." I repeated. "Let me have a look at your panties."
	Her face became flushed realizing she had indeed heard me 
correctly then a look of nausea filled her eyes. "You can't be serious! Like 
hell I will you God damned pervert!"
	I turned to leave. "Fine by me. See ya in court!"
	My hand had just reached the door knob when she must have 
realized if I walked out now she wouldn't have any chance of regaining the 
evidence that would ruin her life. Almost frantically she called to me. "Wait!.....
Wait... This is silly....Come on lets...."
	"Come on lets nothing." I  turned back and told her. "You heard what 
I want, so do it or not, I don't give a shit, its up to you."
	"Come on." Her voice cracked a little. Her brain was frantically 
searching for a way out. "This is childish. What does me raising my skirt 
get you?"
	"I told you, you need to learn what people will do when there are very 
few choices, and all of them are Shiite ones. Well, your in one of those 
positions now. Lets see how far you'll go to hang onto your career. I can't
think of a more humbling position for a high class bitch like you, than to have 
your skirt hiked up around your waist just so a low life like me can look at 
your under panties." I put on my real serious expression.
	
	She must have come to the conclusion that I was nothing more than 
some numb nut's just trying to get even. I bet she even figured I didn't fully 
understand how devastating the information I had could be to her. In a voice 
that she might use to tell a servant they could have an extra day off she said.
"Oh Christ! This is so stupid but what the hell.....here."
	Slowly she pulled her skirt up along her thighs holding it bundled up 
around her waist. What I saw was more than I expected. Her thighs were firm 
and shapely as anticipated and the pair of thin silk pink panties looked great, 
but the topper was that she wore a real garter belt used to hold up real nylon 
stockings.
	I slowly walked toward her reaching out for the waistband of her 
panties. She backed away from me dropping her skirt. "What the hell are 
you doing?" She asked. There was anxiety in her voice.
	"I was going to look down your under pants." I said nonchalantly.
	"Look, this is going a bit too far.... I should think!" 
	"I'll do the thinking about what's going to far." I told her. " You and 
I both know the stuff I have on you is career ending material lady, and you've 
reached one of those not so good choices. In my estimation letting me look 
down your pants is not going to far given the situation. Now raise your skirt 
again, and don't pull away from me this time."
	She felt trapped realizing I understood how important getting the 
papers back was to her. A flush filled her face as she nervously lifted her 
skirt once again. This time she did not pull away when I reached out, but I did 
notice her stomach involuntarily draw inward and she took a sharp intake of 
breath when I pulled the waist band of her panties away from her flat stomach.
	I looked down and saw the silky light blond-red hair that covered her 
mound. "Well...Well.." I said still looking down her panties. "You don't dye 
your hair do you!...Your a natural blond." That's the kind of thing to say to
really degrade them, tell them about their private parts.
	She flushed even more than before but didn't say anything during 
the next few minutes while I kept her panties pulled forward and continued 
to look down at her snatch. Finally I released her panties and took a full 
step back, smiling I said. "Nice. Real nice. Now show me your tits."
	She dropped her skirt and looked at me with loathing. "You filthy 
bastard. I...."
	My voice cut her off. "Show um to me! And no more lip or we can 
just end this thing right here and now. Stop screwing around. You know 
your going to do it anyway. You already made the choice when you let me 
look inside you panties. So why make it anymore difficult than it is, show 
me your tits and get it over with."
	She took on a much more conservative tone, thinking she still might 
have a slight chance of talking her way out. "Look.....Aaaaa....Frank..... 
Frank, that's your name isn't it? Come on Frank, we can work something 
out.....Can't we?...Something that benefits both of us, not this school kid 
stuff.  Christ...you've humiliated me enough making me rise my skirt and 
all. There has to be something else that....." 
	I cut her off again. "The only deal I want right now is you opening your 
blouse and letting me look at them knockers. You got some big ones there 
honey and I want to see um..... I've watched you parade around the office 
wearing clothes that exploit them  to their best. So let me have a good look 
at what your so proud of. I'm not going to settle for anything less."
	"Your a son-of-a-bitch you know that? Your a real son-of-a-bitch. A 
perverted son-of-a-bitch.....Your..." She kept mumbling under her breath, but 
she did unbuttoned the front of her blouse revealing a bra of the same light 
colored pink as her underpants.
	"Yeah! Yeah!" I told her "I'm a real son-of-a-bitch. Now get rid of that 
halter and let me see what you've got under there."
	"Bastard! God damn pervert! Here fill your eyes." She told me as she
reached behind her back unfastening the bra clasp. With her bra now loose 
she lifted it over her breasts holding it up at her throat exposing herself to 
me. And what breasts they were, at least 34 D's, and standing proud and firm off 
her chest. The exceptionally light color of the circles surrounding her nipples 
was additional evidence of her being a true blond. It was exciting seeing this
woman I had come to hate so much having to hold her bra up just so I could 
stare at her breasts. Never in a million fucking years would she have 
imagined she would be posing bare breasted in front of a low life janitor fuck 
like me. God I loved it!
	Laura didn't make much of a fuss when I took her breasts into my 
hands and kneaded the soft pink flesh, occasionally allowing her nipples to 
slip in-between my fingers so I could pinch them. I did notice she closed her 
eyes however when I leaned forward and took first her left then her right nipple 
into my mouth, nibbling on each one as I did so, feeling them stiffen under 
my tongue in spite of how much Laura hated what was happening to her.
	I fondled her for several minutes and by now you can imagine I had a 
major hard-on and was considering trying to coheres her into letting me fuck 
her right then and there, but I really wanted to save something for later, I 
still hadn't humiliated this bitch enough, not yet, so I backed away from her 
and undid by pants, sliding both them and my underwear down to my ankles in
one motion. My huge boner now free from the confinement stood hard and 
straight.
	I could tell she had became much more concerned over her situation 
the moment she saw me drop my pants, assuming I was about to rape her, 
but I had done it so quickly she didn't have very much time to react. She only 
managed to say, "What the...Hey! Now wait a min....." 
	I quickly interrupted her with, "Jerk me off." I didn't want her to 
panic thinking about what I might do to her and hand jobs are relatively 
painless.
	She hesitated for a moment and I slowly reached over and took her 
right hand placing it over my stiff cock. "Come on. I need something! Feel 
how hard I am!" I toned my voice down a little and said. "Come on. Give me 
a hand job will ya?" 
	She must have come to the conclusion that giving me a hand job 
was far less of a punishment than she had expected me to demand of her
when I had dropped my pants, because she wrapped her small hand 
around my stiff shaft and began stroking forward and back along it. 
Besides she had probably given lots of hand jobs to guy's in high school 
when she refused to put out. 
		"Oh God! That feels good!" I told her. "Keep it up...Oh... 
yeah...Yeah!" She didn't stop beating my meat even when I used my 
hands to squeeze and feel her breasts, she probably assumed that tit 
feeling was just a normal part of a hand job deal, but she did turn sideways 
avoiding my groping hand and told me, "Don't...Don't do that!" when I 
attempted to reach up under her skirt and feel her pussy. I didn't persist 
about the getting under her skirt thing, I was enjoying her attention to my 
cock way to much and didn't want her to stop. In no time at all I felt the 
heat and pleasure of an orgasm and shot my wad. Hot cum exploded out 
of the head of my cock causing several globs to land on her skirt. She 
turned away from my cum stream and the rest fell harmlessly onto the 
carpet and she did continue beating me until I was completely finished 
coming.
	
	"God your sick." Is all she said while I was coming all over her 
skirt.
	Now that I was spent I pulled my cock out from her hand then used 
the hem of her skirt to wipe it dry.  While I was cleaning my soft dick with 
her skirt She said. "Okay, you've gotten your rocks off. Now give me the 
papers!"
 
	I finished wiping my rod, dropped her skirt then calmly told her. "No 
not yet. Tomorrow I think. Yeah, tomorrow. You see we're having lunch 
together. Right here in your office. We'll talk about the papers right after 
lunch tomorrow. So you be sure and bring something special for me to eat. We 
can call it a date kinda thing."
	"Hey fuck you! We made a deal! Give me the papers damn it!"
	"Tomorrow." I told her. "Besides I don't have them on me, their locked 
up safe and sound in the stora.....aa.... where their safe. Come on, look at all 
I'm doing for you, your whole career could end for Christ sake, I'm giving you 
the opportunity to save it. The least you could do for me is have one lousy 
lunch."
	"You call this an opportunity! Look at what the hell you made me do! 
How the hell do you think this little episode makes me feel. I'm a professional 
woman for Christ sake....and you force me to expose myself to you...and...
and... then make me......play with you....then your seamen soils my clothing...
that's one hell of an opportunity. No sir, we made a deal. Do you for one 
single moment think I would have ever done what I just did if I  didn't think 
you'd hold to your end of the bargain and give the papers back!" She was 
absolutely livid.
	"Your right." I told her. "But your also the one that has the most to 
lose or gain out of this deal, and you did do it to yourself. Nobody else has any 
responsibility for taking those papers but you. So... lunch, or no?"
	She just nodded.
	Without another word I picked up my pants, turned and left her office 
almost missing her final comment. "Oh God I fucked this one up!"
END - Chapter one