Alexa the High School Hand Job Princess_(1)

Alexa was late again! She hated the fact that her 3rd and 4th periods were on opposite ends of the school. With only three minutes between classes she barely had enough time to stop at her locker and she never had enough time to talk to the guys. With two tardies already this month, she couldn’t afford to be late again. Three tardies meant detention after school, which would cause her to miss cheerleader practice. That was not an option. As a Sophomore, Alexa was new to the cheerleading squad but the other girls depended on her.

“Shit!” Alexa cursed as she reached her locker. The handle was jammed shut again. She pulled and tugged and hit her locker door, to no avail. This had happened before, just a week before on Alexa’s sixteenth birthday. “That worthless janitor was supposed to have fixed this!”

No longer caring that she would be late, Alexa gave up on her locker and stormed down the hall towards the custodial area. Several boys noticed her stalking by in her short skirt and high white socks. The boys always noticed her tan legs, toned from cheer-leading, but Alexa was too angry to notice.

“Mr. Johnson?” Alexa called in an annoyed tone, looking around a garage-like area the custodial staff used as a shop. She grimaced at the grease and dirt, making a mental note not to touch anything which would soil her favorite white blouse. “Mr. Johnson, are you here? My damned locker is jammed again and I’m late for English!”

Hearing something from one of the back offices, Alexa marched that way and pushed open the door. Her surprise was complete at the sight that assaulted her. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his grimy office, pants around his ankles, and jerking off to one of those girly calendars mechanics always seemed to have.

“Oh my god! What the fuck are you doing?” Alexa asked, revolted.

“Holy Shit! Don’t you kids ever knock?” Mr. Johnson said, more annoyed than embarrassed.

Alexa stood in the doorway and stared at Mr. Johnson’s appearance. She guessed he was in his mid thirties, with balding and stringy hair. His filth-stained hand gripped a sizable cock, and she noted he had fat bloated balls filled with curly pubes that resembled steel wool. “That’s totally gross! My locker is jammed shut again and you’re in here beating your meat?!”

Mr. Johnson offered a toothy grin, “Maybe you want to lend a hand? The sooner I finish the sooner I can fix your locker.” He had always fancied Alexa, the way she always wore those prissy skirts and tight tops. Mr. Johnson had long thought she was one of the hottest girls at the school.

“Are you kidding me? I’m going to the principal, you fucking pervert.”

“I’ll give you fifty bucks for a hand job.” Mr. Johnson countered.

A light went off in Alexa’s head. Fifty bucks would go a long way towards a new pair of shoes. She looked at his greasy cock again. It’s not like she hadn’t given a hand job before. As a virgin, it was an easy way to satisfy all the horny boys when they wanted to get into Alexa’s panties. It was a necessary chore, she had always thought, to maintain the boy’s interest. Sure Mr. Johnson was old and dirty, but could it be so bad?

“Make it a hundred.” Alexa suddenly said, “And you fix my locker right after!”

Digging in his wallet, Mr. Johnson pulled out a C-note and put it on his desk. “For a hundred, I want to see your tits while you do it.”

Alexa let out a disgusted sigh, “Fine.” She opened the buttons of her tight white blouse and opened it up, unclasping her bra to reveal a pair of smallish teenage breasts. Alexa was healthy a C-cup, and she had huge silver dollar sized pink nipples. “But no touching! If you touch me I’ll get you fired and charged with rape.”

Alexa grimaced as she knelt down on the grimy floor between the janitor’s legs. She leaned over his crotch and spit out some saliva onto the head of his erection, brushing a few strands of her brunette hair behind her ear before gripping him in her hand.

Mr. Johnson let out a throaty groan as Alexa started with the head of his cock and smeared her spit all along his hard shaft. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” she said.

With a chuckle, Mr. Johnson said “I can’t believe it either.