My Dirty Janitor Book 5: Flush For Business: An Oral Sex Adventure

by Toni Mozzie

Tae nodded and went straight to the stall.

  Ginny watched her go, envious, even though she had just come. She didn’t pull her panties back up, hoping against hope that Lewis would taste her for a moment. But he didn’t.

  “Okay, put your jeans back on. You can go now,” Lewis said to Ginny.

  “But—”

  Lewis held up a hand. “Look, come to my party tonight. Jason will be there. You can talk to him if Tom will let you speak to him .You can come too, Tae,” he called out.

  “Tom?” Ginny asked.

  “Yeah, the boss. He owns the hotel.”

  “Hotel?”

  “Where we all live.”

  Chapter Three

  Ginny waited for Tae outside the restroom, lurking in the bookshelves. She didn’t want Lewis to see her.

  When Lewis left, she shirked. Her eyes followed him as he walked down the aisle, whistling something that sounded like a Black Sabbath melody.

  Ginny waited a couple minutes, and when Tae didn’t come out, she went into the ladies’ room.

  Tae was washing her hands. She looked up at Ginny and smiled. “He left.”

  “I know. I wanted to talk to you actually.”

  “About what?”

  “About tonight. I take it you’re going to his party?”

  Tae nodded.

  “Well, so am I, and I was thinking we should go together.”

  “That would be nice.”

  “Did he give you the address?” Ginny asked.

  Lewis had not given one to Ginny. This was the main reason she needed Tae, but she liked the girl and she ate pussy well enough, so Ginny thought that no matter what, at least the two of them could have fun together.

  “He did—along with his instructions. I made a list.”

  “A list? Can I see it?”

  Tae handed the list to Ginny. She read it, anger flaring up. Part of her wanted to tear it up. Later, at home, when she was taking a shower, she near slapped herself in the face for even thinking such a thing.

  The two arranged to meet beforehand for a drink at a bar not too far from this hotel. Tae did not talk much, but seemed interested in listening to Ginny talking, who talked about Jason.

  Once they had loosened up, they headed over to the address. It was not far, so the walked; the night was cool.

  They were both in high heels and short, slinky evening dresses under their coats. Ginny was wearing a red dress with bare legs. Tae was wearing a black dress and thigh high stockings. Neither was wearing panties—per Lewis’s instructions.

  The hotel was on a quiet side street in the downtown. It was an old building, and looked run down on the outside, but the inside was clean and spacious. One could tell that this hotel had been grand at one time, but had endured much abuse over the years at the hands of imbeciles who knew nothing of interior design or remodeling.

  The lobby was in the extravagant 1920s deco style but smaller than what one would see in the movies. Tawdry golden ornamentation and grand plants molded the eye in its fashion. It had lush red velvet divans, low lighting, mirrors on the walls, and a fireplace with a fire burning. Everything was a dark red or maroon color.

  The first word to describe the place that popped into Ginny’s mind was gaudy.

  If the tones had been lighter, she might have thought they had the wrong address, but because of her experience with Lewis and Jason, this place kind of made sense. It looked like a bordello slapped together with items bought using a prepaid gift card from Salvation Army, albeit, the finer items.

  A couple blonds were hunched together on a divan over their phones. All were wearing short dresses, and Ginny had the impression they weren’t wearing panties either.

  The girls ignored them.

  In the background, classical music was playing; it sounded like a piano concerto by Chopin.

  “Excuse me, ladies. How may I help you?”

  They turned toward the voice.

  A man was standing behind the front desk. He was young with a solid build. His eyes were friendly, inviting.

  “We are here for the party,” Ginny said.

  “What party?”

  “Lewis invited us,” Ginny said, her heart speeding up. She had the feeling he’d once again been messing with her; that this place was not where he lived or where Jason lived.

  She was getting used to it, but when she looked at Tae, she could tell Tae was thinking the same thing. Her bottom lip was sticking out and she was beginning to pout and frown.

  “He did, did he?”

  Ginny exhaled, happy she was wrong about Lewis in this instance. “He did.”

  “Well, Lewis isn’t allowed to invite anyone to Tom’s late night parties. Only Tom can invite you.”

  “Well, he must have had a good reason,” Ginny said. She wanted to flirt with him, be suggestive, but for some reason this guy was making her feel unattractive. He was polite, but seemed uninterested in them.

  “I’m sure he did. Why don’t you ladies make yourselves comfortable on sofa in the lobby? No smoking inside though. I’ll see if there’s room for a couple more ladies.”

  Ginny and Tae went over to a sofa and sat down. The other girls finally glanced their way, scowls on their faces. They glared at Ginny and Tae for a long moment before turning back to their phones.”

  “Who do you think they are?” Ginny whispered to Tae. “Local hookers who think we’re infringing on their territory?”

  “Do you think it will be all right?” Tae asked. “I feel like we should have a ticket or something.”

  “Lewis didn’t give you anything?”

  “No.”

  Well, I’m not surprised. Lewis is a bit of an ass. Mind you, I’m being polite when I say that.”

  They’d waited fifteen minutes before a man came to greet them. The other girls in the meantime had already gone up the elevator.

  “Hello, ladies; my name’s Abe.”

  Ginny stared at him. He was black with deep penetrating eyes that had a softness to them that could be acquired only after years of suffering had worn intense youthfulness’s edge off.

  “I understand Lewis invited you to our little get together tonight,” he said.

  “Yes. Is there a problem?” Ginny asked.

  “Well, he isn’t authorized to invite anyone to our parties.”

  Ginny was confused. “Why?”

  “Because our employer, Tom, has a very particular taste in regards to the type of guest he prefers. If anyone not to his liking is put before him, he can become quite, how to say—quite despondent.”

  Ginny felt her dampness; she was losing control, and had no idea why, other than the fact that all the men in this hotel she’d met so far were drop dead gorgeous. She was praying that what he was saying was what she thought he was saying. Was this an oral sex pussy-eating orgy?

  She glanced over at Tae, who had a wide look of eagerness on her face. So Ginny hadn’t been imagining things. Tae was obviously thinking the same thing.

  “I see. Is Jason here?” Ginny asked.

  “You know Jason?” Abe said, raising an eyebrow.

  “We met a couple times.”

  “I see.” He studied the two women and then said, “Wait here.” Abe went to the front desk and talked quietly with the desk clerk, who a few seconds later laughed and nodded.

  Abe returned nodding. “Come with me. We are having our party in the games room. It’s a nice size place. Would you like something to drink? We have beer, champagne, martinis. Our barman, Andrew, knows all the drinks.”

  They walked up a flight of stairs to the 2nd floor and then turned right and into a room with a bar to the left. Girls were dancing in small groups in a distracted manner. They seemed to be glancing or staring at a wooden door engraved with dragons on it. There were a couple men mingling and dancing but they weren’t Jason or Lewis.

  Beautiful women served drinks; they were dressed as maids in short dresses and Ginny assumed they were also without panties. She found it difficult to
imagine anyone was wearing panties at this party.

  Abe took them to the bar and let them order a drink. The barman was a cute Asian guy. He was fit with broad shoulders, a knowing smile, and smelled like spicy cinnamon.

  Once Ginny had a glass of champagne and Tae a martini, Abe took them to the wooden door.

  “You are lucky in more ways than one,” Abe said. “Call it serendipitous.”

  Inside was the most handsome man Ginny had ever seen in her life. He was a model, a perfect ten; his beauty was so complete and so rich that it looked unattainable. He looked photoshopped, though Ginny hoped it was the low lighting striking him at the right angles, because no one should be that beautiful. He was the perfect age, that mystical age that can never be pinpointed. She called it twenty-thirties.

  If he just stared at her pussy and licked his lips, she was certain she’d come and come hard.

  Chapter Four

  “Come here, my honeys,” the man cooed. He was holding pink lace panties to his nose and inhaling deeply.

  He was dressed in a custom tailor made suit that submitted to his muscled arms and legs. He looked like a pro football or hockey athlete.

  His smile was gentle but had a beckoning tone to it, and before thinking Ginny and Tae stepped toward him.

  “So, you were invited?”

  Ginny nodded.

  Tae was desperately trying not to stare at the man, but found she couldn’t take her eyes off him, off his mouth, the masculine curves, the soft lips and stubble-shadowed dominating chin.

  “As you can see, this is not acceptable. Tell me, why do you want to be at our party anyway.”

  “We’re here like everyone else: to have a good time,” Ginny said.

  The man scoffed without losing his grin. “Then you, my dears, are in the wrong place.”

  Ginny blushed. “What do you mean?”

  “People are not here to have a good time,” the man said matter-of-factly.

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “You think you know why you are here, but in my experience people are not as intelligent as they think they are.”

  “I don’t understand,” Ginny said.

  “People are not here to have a good time. If they do, it is only a perk. People are here either to feed on others or be consumed by others. What are you: a consumer?”

  Ginny thought she picked up on the double entendre and said, “The consumed, definitely.”

  The man shook his head. “I do not believe you understand what that means, to be consumed so entirely that you become a part of the man who consumed you.”

  “I’d like to learn,” Tae said.

  The man looked at her for a moment and held out his hand to Tae. She stepped forward and took his hand, and he gently pulled her toward him and let her sit on his lap. He stroked her leg softly, before caressing the inside of her milky smooth thigh with the back of his hand.

  “Your skin is delicate,” he murmured. Then he traced little hearts on her skin.

  Tae sat still, as she dealt with the shivers of delight that rippled through her as his touch tickled and teased her.

  “Show me your pussy,” he said.

  Ginny stared in part horny eagerness and part fear that she was going to be left out of this little sexual equation that was being calculated.

  Tae lifted up her dress to reveal her sweet slit crowned with a feathery nest of silky black pubic hairs.

  “I can smell your moistness,” he said, swallowing, as he greedily eyed her pulsating pussy.

  His finger lightly traced the folds of her sticky pussy lips before he dipped his finger into her heat and moistness, just enough to wet his finger. Then he put his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean of Tae’s juices.

  She watched him eagerly, with hope and longing in her eyes. Would she be acceptable?

  Part of Ginny was hoping Tae would not pass the test, so that she would be next. She was so wet and horny that just his finger would be enough at this point to make her come.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, looking up at Tae with a smile.

  He then looked at Ginny, who stared back with desire, ready to leap onto his lap.

  “Come here and taste your friend,” he said.

  Ginny walked over to them and slide her finger into the wet slit whose lips had bloomed with lust. She was very wet.

  Ginny raised her damp finger to her mouth and tasted Tae.

  “Does she taste as good as you do?” he asked Ginny.

  “Well, I’m bias so—”

  “Taste yourself and compare.”

  Ginny lifted her dress up so he would see her tenderness. She separated her pussy lips and dipped a finger into her opening, and then put her wet finger into her mouth. She’d tasted herself before and liked the taste.

  “They are different. We are different,” she added.

  “That does not bode well for you then.”

  “Well, Tae tastes like sweetness wrapped in lettuce, but I have a certain musky earth and black currents flavor.” Ginny wasn’t sure if that made sense. She wasn’t sure how to describe her taste or Tae’s for that matter. She just thought she had to say something and that it sounded like it had substance.

  He shook his head. “You have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “Then you tell me,” Ginny said, moving toward him, hoping he would make room on his other knee.

  “Sorry, but I think I have what I want for now. What is your name?” he asked Tae.

  “I am Tae from Korea.”

  “You see, the first thing you don’t understand is cultural background. I love Korean pussy.”

  Abe cleared his throat and said, “Tom, she says she knows Jason.”

  Jason who?

  Ginny was so distracted with this perfect specimen of male hotness that she had totally forgotten about Jason.

  The man looked questioningly at Ginny. “Jason?”

  “Yes, I came here hoping to find him, actually.”

  “But you said Lewis invited you?”

  Ginny blushed. “Well, he invited me, so yeah.”

  “So who do you think you’re with here?”

  “I’m not here with anyone yet,’ Ginny said. Hopefully, this man would take that as a hint to scoop her up, but it was the wrong thing to say.

  “So Lewis invited you because he has already tasted you?”

  “Well, he did, but it was a mistake.”

  Abe and Tom laughed. “You are not a good liar. First you tried to deceive me into thinking that you are tastier than this sweetness here, then you make it sound like you aren’t here for Lewis, but we both know what would happen if he entered the room and took you aside and spread your legs. You wouldn’t resist. He bit you, yes?”

  Ginny nodded. “But not hard.”

  “Hard enough,” Tom said. “And you say you know Jason. Was he before or after Lewis?”

  Ginny blushed again. “Both—before and after.” She was not proud of how that had turned out. She felt like Lewis had set her up.

  “So you like Jason, but have no problem letting Lewis steal you from him?”

  “He tricked me.”

  “What do you mean? It wasn’t consensual? That is a serious accusation.”

  “No, it was, it’s just, I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted him to tell me where to find Jason and then one thing led to another.”

  “One thing does not always lead to another. You think that just because two people share a space and time that they should have sex?”

  It was Ginny’s turn to scoff. She realized that no matter what she said, it would be the wrong thing to say.

  She couldn’t understand why they were playing with her. If they saw her pussy as a delicacy, why were they playing with her? What did it mean when someone played with their food? Did it mean they were disgusted with her, or were they not hungry, or did she bore them?

  “No, but if two people are hungry, they will—”

  Tom raised his hand to signal her to be qu
iet.

  At that moment, Lewis entered, barefoot wearing nothing but jeans and a white tank top.

  “Hey, Tom. Oh great, I see my snacks have arrived.”

  Chapter Five

  “Did you invite these two girls to our feast tonight?” Abe asked.

  “So what if I did?” Lewis asked, as he went up to Tae and removed her from Tom’s lap.

  “You know the rules,” Abe said. “All girls must—”

  “I know, all girls must be okayed with Tom. But I don’t like his taste in women so much.”

  “And you took Jason’s girl. Did you check that he was finished with her?”

  “If he’d wanted her, he would have gotten her number or something. Why don’t you ask him yourselves?”

  Ginny wasn’t sure if she should remind them that she was standing right in front of them, but she was afraid they would stop and kick her out. She was sure that if they did call Jason in that he would clear everything up. Yes, she fucked up, but she was ready to make amends. She knew Jason wanted her; she felt it.

  “Lewis, that’s not the point,” Abe said.

  “Oh, fucking relax, will you,” Lewis muttered.

  “And most importantly, you invited these girls here knowing full well they are in the wrong place in their cycle’s to be at this party,” Tom said.

  Ginny was confused. She was definitely not on her period and neither was Tae, as far as she could tell.

  “Well, why should I not be able to invite what I like?” Lewis asked.

  “Because this is Tom’s party. You are his guest,” Abe said. “So you follow his rules.”

  “Whatever. I get how you need to be first, but these girls are not to your liking, so why not just leave them with me?”

  “You aren’t the one to make that determination,” Abe said.

  “I would have loved to taste Tae’s freshness,” Tom said. “But this other one, you’ve totally ruined.”

  “What?” Ginny said. She was angry now, probably more a symptom of her growing sexual frustration. “I’m not ruined.”

  The men ignored her.

  “So take your trash and leave,” Tom said.

  Lewis glared at Abe and Tom.

  “You guys are like little kids only interested in the sweet stuff, but you are not really pussy connoisseurs. You are picky.”