A moment later the two of you are walking to next class. Rachel lost in thought, focusing on the conversation with difficulty. Her mind keeps drifting to that sexy-ass janitor. She wondered what he kept under those overalls. Maybe he was naked! His dong hanging freely, just a zipper-pull away from freedom. She shook her head, somehow all of this seemed wrong, yet it felt so exciting. "What was that?" She said, replying to something you had asked her. You didn't have to guess where her mind was...
"I said: What If I could set up a date or something between the two of you somewhere?" You repeated.
"What? Like? Really?" She chirped. "I would be super-grateful. But how? You know him?"
"Na just that he drives a pickup, and usually works late, alone at school... I think I can convince him" You gave her a meaningful stare.
"What? You mean, here?" She clasped a hand for her mouth at the thought of being alone at school with him. "You think he'd, like, try something with me?"
"Only if you like, you slut." You chuckled as she started blushing. "Hang on, I think I see him. Wait here." You strut down the hallway over to the broom-closet, finding the janitor inside. He was in his thirties, not exactly out of shape but obviously not concerned about his looks. Unkempt hair and a stubbly chin, he really wasn't much to look at. He was leaning bent over a shelf looking at some magazine, one hand in his lap. Grubby overalls hung loosely, covering what he was actually doing. Your lip curled in disgust involuntarily. He noticed you, instantly closed his overalls and turned to you.
"Oh euh, hi...Can I help you?" He said, looking caught.
"Well, yeah" You said, stepping forward, focusing on him. "Sleep."
He almost slouches over, but you manage to stabilize him against the bookshelf, quickly issuing some instructions.
"Standing down the hallway is my friend, Rachel. The moment you meet her, she becomes the sole thing you desire. You will want her. Fuck her face, her pussy and her ass."
You look at the magazine he was reading earlier. Naked sluts in different states of undressing were smiling at you from each page. As you thought, the perv was reading dirty magazines.
"You will encourage her to be more like the sluts you love to jerk off to. Dress, act and talk like a tramp with the sole purpose of pleasing men. Now, awake." You snapped your fingers again. He regained his footing, giving you a dazed stare.
"You wanted something?" He shifted his overalls uncomfortably. He hadn't had a chance to tighten his pants properly. It had slid down to his ankles, weighing down the crotch of his suit. Making him look like an overgrown blue penguin.
"I, yes, follow me please. You can fix your pants first, if you need." You said hesitantly.
"Ah, thanks." He said, quickly turning around. You walked out, beckoning Rachel to come closer.
She quickly closed in, getting there just as the janitor walked out. The moment their eyes met, they both froze in place. Rachel shaking from trying to control her urges, the janitor with a peculiar smile. "You must be her friend, Rachel. Pleased to meet you, I'm Douglass. Call me Doug." He wiped an unwashed hand on his legs and stuck it out to her. "I'm Rachel." She moaned involuntarily from the very contact. You crossed your arms, looking at the new sexually divergent couple with a contented grin. Job. Well. Done.
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