Another week rolled by, and Liz had been true to her word. She had passed up fooling around with her other regulars for a full week so she could really enjoy Jim when he decided to swing by. Fortunately enough, she had been told to lock up a few hours on a slow night so she could get some cleaning done. She was just hoping that Jim would stop by on such a night like he had last week.
She had been itching to get him inside her all week, and the wait was almost unbearable. Since he only seemed to stop by on Wednesday nights, she had made sure to put on something sexy just for him. She had on a loose gray low cut V-neck t-shirt that showed off just enough of her cleavage to be sexy but not overly slutty, and a pair of incredibly tight booty shorts that just screamed slut. Underneath she had on a lacey black bra and matching panties, her go to for when she really wanted to get things steamy.
She was about an hour into her shift when the last patron had left, and she was starting to wonder if she should wait and see if he showed. She mulled it over for a moment, and then decided to wait just a few more minutes and then lock up to clean if he didn't show. She headed to the locker room to relieve herself, and if there wasn't anyone inside by the time she finished, she would close and clean.
Ten minutes later, Liz felt much better. She walked out, took a quick look around, and saw no one. Checked outside and didn't see any cars, so with a heavy sigh she locked the doors and put up the "Closed for Cleaning" signs she had at the front counter. She killed the entryway lights and the main floor lights so that no one would come by and think they were open at that moment.
With a pouting face as she realized she wasn't going to have any fun tonight, Liz fetched the cleaning supplies she needed from storage and decided to knock out the locker rooms first, since they would likely take the longest. She walked heavy footed to the door, head hanging and eyes closed in depressing sadness as she held out her arm to push open the door. She shoved it open when her hand found wood, and walked inside, only to bonk her head into what felt like a person. She immediately stood straight up, and so did her ears, in shock and alarm.
She had walked right into Jim, who was wearing his workout clothes and looked like he was about to go start his workout. He was just as shocked as she was judging by the look on his face.
"Jim?!" Liz replied in shock and confusion. "When did you get inside?"
"Not that long ago. Didn't see you at the counter so I went to change. Figured I'd see you after I did."
Liz couldn't believe her luck. Jim had come in while she was using the toilet, and she had just locked the both of them inside while she was supposed to clean. This was exactly what she had been hoping for, but not exactly how she had planned for it.
"Oh, well, I just locked up so that I could clean. It's been busy and no one's had time to do it thoroughly, and I didn't think anyone was in here with me."
"Oh...so...do I need to leave?" he asked sheepishly.
"No!" Liz yelled in a panic. She didn't want him to leave, not when she had him right where she wanted. "No, no you don't have to leave. Actually I could use an extra set of hands. Makes it go by faster."
"True enough" he said. "What all needs cleaned?"
"I was about to start in here. I need to wipe down everything and then mop. After that, we can wipe off the machines, then we tackle the other locker room."
