"No it's true, I heard him with my own ears, he thinks she has a great figure apparently."
"Yeah, but she's such a bitch, how can he fancy her?" Karen could hear them talking almost from the other end of the corridor, she slowed her pace to hear more, her trainers quiet on the carpet floor.
"I think it's the way she dresses, those leggings leave nothing to the imagination." They laughed.
"Yeah, and she always wears tops that are too small for her, at her age as well, not that you guys are complaining eh?" More laughter.
"Yeah, we can't help but notice sometimes, but he says he really wants to fuck her." Karen knew they were talking about her, she gasped slightly at the last revelation, the slight noise was enough to give her away and Pete, one of the maintenance men, peeked around the corner.
"Oh Hi Karen..." he said in an over dramatically loud voice "how are you this evening?"
"Hi Pete, I'm good thanks..." she walked around the corner "Oh there you are Adamma," she knew it was her all along, she recognised the accent, "can you just make sure you get all the bins, even in the offices, apparently some were missed recently." Karen instructed, turned and went back the way she had come.
"Yes Karen, I will." Adamma answered meekly as Karen left. Pete watched Karen's ass in her tight black leggings as she walked away, she was clearly wearing a thong again tonight and her ass looked fucking amazing in those painted on pants, whether or not she was too old to wear them. "When you've finished drooling..." Adamma giggled at the old man, making him uncomfortable.
"Well, I best get on." he said, and left the young cleaner to her work.
Karen made her way back to the lift, thinking about what she had over heard. She had been the cleaning supervisor in that office for years. Working from 5pm until the job was done. She knew most of her staff hated her and thought she was a hard faced bitch. And sometimes she was, she had to be, cleaners are an unruly bunch. She was also aware of the looks she got, how the guys in the maintenance team talked and joked about her. She even found a print of an image taken from the CCTV once. It showed her, on all fours, helping clear a block in one of the floor scrubbers. It just so happened she had worn her denim miniskirt that day, and her bottom and white thong were just peeking from under it.
But Karen didn't mind, she did her job, did it well. Then went home and looked after her family. No one had harassed her, or made her life there hard, they were all too scared of her. But what she had just overheard sparked her interest, and she did some discrete digging.
Before the end of the evening she had discovered who they were talking about. It was the young lad who was with the maintenance team on work experience. He was in his last year of a management degree at university and had been with them for about a month. Karen had caught him watching her on more than one occasion, but she never thought for a moment that he would be interested in her that way, not really. She was more than twice his age after all. But she had also noticed him, he was, as the other cleaners said, "well fit". He must have been 6' 2 at least, broad shouldered and muscular, with dark hair and eyes, chiseled jaw and the sort of tan that only rich people seem to get. He didn't fit in with the rest of the team at all, far to well spoken, when he did speak,he was clearly quite shy and kept himself to himself.
It was nearly time to go when she found him, on his back under a table in one of the larger offices. He was sorting out a mass of cables that ran under the long lines of desks. She began wiping down some of the desks on the opposite side of the room, watching him out the corner of her eye. He looked over at her almost right away, but didn't say anything. She kept on wiping and he watched her intently, turning her back to him and leaning forward over the desks to clean them. She knew he was watching her bottom and she was suddenly aware of how it wiggled as she rubbed the desk with her cloth.
"I hear you are leaving us in a few days Darren?" she asked suddenly.
"Ummm, yes..." Darren stammered, unaware she even knew he was there, "Friday will be my last day."
"Aww, that's a shame, it's been lovely having you around."
"Th thank you, I've enjoyed my time here." he answered.
"Really?" Karen asked, turning to perch on the edge of the desk opposite the young man and acting surprised. "You enjoy rolling around on the floor under desks? And you are all on your own, only you on this whole floor?"
"Yes..." Darren chuckled, relaxing a little even though he could still feel pressure in his pants from watching Karen's ass earlier, "And they are leaving me to it all week, give the dirty jobs to work experience eh?"
