I'd been working as a night janitor at an all girl four-year business school. This was a job any footman would love.There were always plenty of pretty feet to see, both with and without shoes. I had ample opportunity to stand and stare and drool over them without making my desire for obvious.
I had the run of the school from six PM until the early hours of the morning. I was alone and I carried a beeper. Should any accidental mishaps occur, such as a spill or a leak, my pager would alert me and I'd respond. Usually it was a late night cram session where the girls would be group studying over pizza and cokes and someone would start horsing around and then spill the drinks. No biggie! I'd come around with a mop and my bucket and wipe it up. I am supposed to report...