Anna winked at her.

"A girl has to get ahead," she said.

"And give some head, too," Andy said.

"You're the boss," said Anna.

They walked off together, Anna's supple pelvis swaying more than walking demanded, her lithe hip brushing against his flank with every stride.

Jayne watched them leave the room. What an amazing girl! she thought. She's going to blow him and get a better position out of it! And that bulge in his pants had looked mighty tasty, too.

But Jayne would never do a thing like that…

As it turned out, Anna got a surprise. They went down the corridor a short distance and stopped beside the broom closet. Andy turned her to him, took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She could feel his hard-on grinding against her belly. Her lips parted eagerly and he slipped his hot tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own nimble tongue. Her lips sucked on it. When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed, entering his mouth. They swapped tongues back and forth until they were both starting to pant. His cock was bucking like a bronco and her pussy had started to melt and flow. Cunt juice trickled down the insides of her soft thighs and pooled up in her parted slot.

Finally, she drew back. "Oh, let's go to your office!"

"We're already there."

"What?"

He nodded toward the broom closet.

"I don't get it," she said.

"I'm the janitor."

"The janitor!"

"Yeah. Janitors like to go to parties, too," said. "A janitor likes to fuck just as much as an executive."

"Oh, for crissake!"

Anna was tempted to slap his face and storm off.

But his cock did feel awfully big and hard and hot… and since she was already there with him…

Then he said just the right thing.

He said, "Of course, if you're too stuck up to screw a blue-collar worker."