Jansen huddled close to her as they looked the picture over. It was basically a close-up of Amanda’s smiling face with his fat cock laying vertically against her cheek.
“I like how you managed to get the lockers in the background,” he deadpanned.
Amanda laughed out loud. “Oh, my husband will love the fact that you and I did it in the men’s locker room, it’s one of his all-time fantasies. He’ll be so proud of me!” Jansen’s eyes widened even further as she texted the picture to me.
Just then, they heard the sound of creaky wheels. Amanda and Jansen gaped at each other and froze in horror as a janitor entered, pushing a cleaning cart. He had weasel-like face, grungy, shoulder-length brown hair, and squinty eyes behind his glasses. He was thin with a stooped posture, and he looked even smaller next to Jansen.
The janitor’s bored expression immediately became one of shocked surprise when he saw my wife and Jansen. “What the—”
Jansen held up his hands to diffuse the situation as Amanda frantically attempted to cover herself with his towel. “I am SO sorry,” the blonde man apologized. “I know she…we…shouldn’t be here like this. We’re totally sorry, we’ll hurry up and get out of here.”
But the janitor only vaguely heard him. After he had recovered from the initial impact of seeing Amanda and Jansen naked in the men’s locker room, he couldn’t stop staring my wife’s body. His leer was particularly oily as Amanda flashed him a nervous smile.
“The company has rules against stuff like this,” the brown-haired man stated somewhat self-importantly. “We’re supposed to immediately report it to the manager if we catch people in the wrong locker room. Especially if they’re with other people.”
“Ummm… what’ll happen?” Jansen asked.
“They’ll revoke the gym membership of everyone involved, including the primary members.”
Amanda and Jansen looked at each other. It wouldn’t be the end of the world to have their gym memberships revoked, but it would be a pain, nevertheless.
“Look, we’re really sorry,” Jansen said in annoyance, towering over the slender janitor. “I know we screwed up. Can you please just let this go? It won’t happen again.”
The janitor’s lustful gaze never wavered from my wife. He was about to speak when my wife suddenly said softly, “Reparations….”
“What?” both men echoed in unison.
Amanda laughed lightly. “ ’Reparations’. It was something my boss said me the other day when I messed at my work . Well, I didn’t REALLY mess up… oh, nevermind! The point is, I had to make things up to him in order to…shall we say, stay on his good side.”
The janitor looked at my wife suspiciously, then at Jansen, and finally back to her. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about getting on your good side so you don’t report us to your manager and have our gym memberships taken away. You know… making reparations.”
Amanda stood up, and let the towel fall from her body. The weasel-faced man’s eyes bulged as he looked her up and down. His lips curled into a dirty grin. Like others before him, he felt the full effect of my wife’s wonderful nudity.