Don The Degenerate Doorman: 8C Carrie The Comely Co-Ed

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 8C Carrie The Comely Co-ed
By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2013)
(Dedicated to marriecarrie if you’re still out there.)
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It was my favorite part of the workday, well really that’s quitting time so I suppose it was my second favorite time. I had already taken lunch and my co-worker Jose was taking his and once he returned there would only be an hour remaining until quitting time. For the most part it was quiet with the normal deliveries to the building already having taken place and since it was a weekday afternoon many of the building residents were at work.


Some stay at home wives or retirees might still occasionally pass through the lobby necessitating my opening the door for them and in a little while the nannies would be heading out en masse to pick up their young charges when school let out but these were the exceptions, not the rule.


There was enough free time to check the newspaper to see if any of my horses had won their race the previous day and while doing so I noticed in an ad that one of my favorite strip club haunts had introduced body sushi. Not sure about that idea – I mean if there was a bad odor how would you be sure where it was coming from – the girl it rested on or the fish itself. After finishing the sports section I folded the paper and put it on the desk and looked up.


As soon as I did I noticed two people approaching the entrance. Getting to my feet I walked over toward the front door. They’d stopped out front and were kissing as I watched from the vestibule, leaving me unsure of whether to open the door for them or not. The young woman was an attractive college co-ed who lived with her parents on the 8th floor and she was with the latest in a long line of losers, ne’er do wells and riff raff that she chose to associate with, much to her poor parents chagrin.


He was practically mauling her as they made out, with both his hands all over her shapely butt and one of his legs was in between hers pressing into her covered mound. I saw him whisper something in her ear and she giggled in response after which they broke their embrace. He still kept one of his hands on her ass as they turned toward the building again, prompting me to open the front door for them.


“Good afternoon Miss Hart,” I said as they passed inside.


“Hi,” was all she said in reply but she gave me a little smile to go along with it, which lit up the vestibule brighter than a Christmas tree.


They passed into the lobby and even though her low hanging, baggy pants wearing companion protested she first went toward the mailboxes. Showing his class he ground his narrow hips into her ass while she unlocked her mailbox and removed the envelopes inside. I’d returned to my position at the front desk while considering how best to proceed when I decided to throw caution to the wind and act. So I waited until she’d closed the mailbox and they were heading to the elevators to speak up.


“Excuse me Miss Hart, but may I have a word with you?”


They turned and I could see him roll his eyes that were half hidden under his shaggy hair but she gave him a quick kiss before coming my way.


“What is it Don?” she asked, absently flicking her long, brown, curly hair with her delicate hand.


“I shouldn’t even be telling you this Miss, but I’d hate for you get into any trouble. The deal is that your parents have asked me to keep my eyes open and see if you bring any guests upstairs while they’re not home. And if you do, they want me to make note of it and inform them.”


I had to force myself to not laugh in her face from her reaction, for her jaw literally dropped and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights right before it became road kill. Her eyes widened and she swallowed nervously as she digested what I had revealed to her before she regained a modicum of control.


“Are you serious, my parents, like, have you spying on me?”


“Afraid so Miss. Their instructions were quite specific in regards to this. If you bring anyone upstairs they want me to write down what time, how long your guest stays and most importantly the sex of the visitor.”


“Fuck!” she said in a loud voice, but fortunately besides her friend and me no one else was in the lobby to hear her outburst.


She stood there for a minute thinking when an idea came to her.


“Well, you don’t have to say anything, do you? I mean, it’s not like part of your job to spy on people, is it?”


“Not really but I have to tell you that your family has always been very generous to me and I wouldn’t want to do anything that would cause that to change,” I answered truthfully.


“Damn! Fuck!” she said as my words thwarted her plans. “Well thanks, I guess, for at least, like, letting me know. Otherwise I’d be, like hearing about it from my bitch mother. I know she must be the one behind this. Fuck!”


With that final curse she turned on her heel and walked back to meet her companion. The two of them whispered together for a minute then without glancing my way they turned and left the building. After first waiting a minute to give them time to put some distance between themselves and the building I ambled outside and looked up the block. They were approaching 78th Street and when they reached it the couple turned onto it to head in the direction of the park.


Ah, young lust. Throw up a roadblock and they’ll find a way to circumvent it. No doubt they would soon be scaring the squirrels while following the eternal example of the birds and bees. Well that wasn’t my problem. I had no desire to police anyone and only agreed to keep my eyes open due to past (and hopefully future) generosity by her parents. If she wanted to bang every loser in NYC that was her business I figured. I’d accomplished what I wanted though, finding a way to not be a snitch while at the same time not deceiving the Harts. All in all a satisfactory outcome.


A little later once my shift ended I’d left the building and was headed toward 77th Street in order to catch the subway. I could hear someone behind me rapidly approaching but thought nothing of it until I felt a hand touch my arm. Whirling around I found myself staring at Miss Hart, who seemed slightly winded.


“You really walk fast Don, I wasn’t sure I’d like catch up to you. What’s the rush, you like have a hot date or something?”


“Nothing like that Miss Hart. I usually wait until the evening for my dates, hot or otherwise.”


“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that, at least if the gossip I’ve heard is true. The word is some of your hottest dates happen like when you’re working.”


If she was hoping to get a reaction from me then she must have been disappointed by my lack of one. With my Ray Bans on, my eyes were hidden from view but it wouldn’t have mattered in any case. I was pretty adept at hiding my thoughts and feelings and the fact she’d heard about some of my extra curricular activities didn’t faze me. Now if certain married male tenants had confronted me thus I might have worried a bit, but otherwise I considered it good advertising of my prowess.


“No answer, huh?” she asked and my only reply was to shrug my shoulders and give her a half smile.


“Fine, that doesn’t matter anyway but I do want to talk to you.”


“I’m not stopping you Miss Hart,” I answered but she made a face when I did.


“Don, would you mind calling me Carrie instead of Miss Hart. You’re not at work so you don’t have to be like so formal, you know, and it makes me sound old.”


“Fine by me Carrie.