The Dirty Old Resident: Part 2

The Dirty Old Resident: Part 2

Meranda pulls into a parking spot at work and put’s her car in park. Still holding the steering wheel with a tight grip as she stares at the building. Part of her just want”s to drive away and never go back ever. But something deep inside of her was…curious? She leans back in the drivers seat and takes a deep breath, turns the car off and opens her door.

She keeps a straight face and heads inside to the clock in, swipe’s her badge and then walks to the office to pick up her keys. She tries to quietly sneak in so she doesn’t have to speak to anyone but of course….. Morning Meranda!

The familiar voice comes from behind her as she turns to see Barbaras smiling face. Meranda forces a smile back as Barbara approaches her. So how was the first day? She asks Meranda, the thoughts of what Paul did to her race through her head….she wanted to tell Barbara everything but then remember’s what Paul said about no one believing her. She also remembers the money….Meranda can feel herself getting a little wet at some of the thoughts, what the fuck was wrong with her!? Meranda?

Barbaras voice brings her back down to earth, oh umm my first day was great, thank you for asking. Meranda says with a smile. She looks at Barbara, wanting to get away from her….well I better get going, rude to leave our awesome residents waiting. She says with a fake smile. Oh of course, off you go! The mature blonde woman say’s with a smile.

Meranda can hear her heart beating as she watches each number appear across the screen in the elevator……”35th floor” the voice say’s as the door opens to her work floor. She takes a deep breath and steps off of the elevator, going to ther housekeeping closet and opening it up. Let’s get this over with….she thinks to
herself.

Meranda pushes the cart down the hallway, it’s 5:00pm, she has been moving very slow today. But hey extra money right? She reaches her last condo of the day…Pauls. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat, “knock” knock”. Housekeeping! She says loudly and takes another deep breath. She waits for a few minutes and no response. maybe she was off the hook!?

A breath of relief sweeps over her as she’s about to start pusing the cart back to the closet but then the door opens. That smile….that evil smile is all she see’s. Thr smile triggers multiple emotions in her, fear, anger, curiosity and even……lust…?

The redheaded housekeeper just blankly stares at the tall older man for a second. His smile not fading, well if it isn’t my favorite housekeeper in the whole world! Come in Meranda! He says with a devilish grin. Meranda steps in hesitantly with her cleaning supplie in a bucket in one hand. She heads for the kitchen to get started. What no hello Mr. Paul? Tsk Tsk he giggles.

Meranda clears off an island counter, picking up an expensive bottle of scotch. That explains it…he’s been drinking, she moves it over to another counter and then turns around only to bump into Paul and scream. Ahhhh! Pauls drink spills all over her work shirt, specifically her chest area. Oh so sorry sweetheart!

He grins and puts his now empty glass down. Guess we’ll have to wash this…..wouldn’t want Barbara thinking you’re drinking on the job. He laughs and then begins to unbutton her work top and yanks it off of her, throwing it to the ground.

Now a black tank top that is showing off clevage is what Paul can see. Hmmmm better wash this too….just to be safe. He winks at her and forcefully slides her tank top over Her head.