What the Janitor Asked of Me in Exchange for His Silence

I wasn’t off by a single millimeter. Anselmo had no intention of letting an opportunity like that slip away. He knew perfectly well he wouldn’t have many more in whatever life he had left. And I began to understand, right then and there, the trap closing around me, while a cold sweat ran down my back and seeped between my shoulder blades.

—But, Miss Nuria… —the disgusting pig replied, with that face of someone who’d never broken a plate in his life—. I think you don’t realize the situation you’re in. What you did is wrong. Very wrong.

—Wh-what do you mean? —I choked out, seeing his small eyes, heavy with a lust he didn’t even bother to hide.

—Well, I’d have to tell your parents about this —he said brazenly—. If they ever found out that I knew you keep those herbs in the house and I kept quiet about it, I could lose my job. Put yourself in my position.

He was speaking, licking his dry lips.

The slimy bastard was after something, and we both knew it.

And to make things worse, my cunt was still stinging from the morning I’d spent in Rubén’s car. No way was I opening my legs again. I had neither the patience nor the body for it.

But what the hell did this man mean to do to me?

I was convinced he wouldn’t be able to fuck me. He must have gone more than a decade without getting it up. Even so, I had to clear up his intentions before deciding anything. Better to go straight at him. Playing coy would only embolden him.

—Speak plainly, Anselmo —I snapped, pissed off—. What do you want? To fuck me? If it won’t stand up anymore, you couldn’t get it in with three pills. Don’t tell me you want me to jerk you off so you’ll shut up?

But the old man had already thought it all out, and he wasn’t after fucking, as I’d suspected. Nor a handjob, either.

—Oh, no, Miss Nuria —he said calmly—. I’d love to be able to fuck you, but I’m a bit too old for that. A couple of years ago I’d still have given you a championship screw, but not anymore, what a shame. —He sighed before going on, stretching out the moment like someone savoring a candy—. Though a handjob won’t do. Not a chance. What I want is for you to suck me off. You’ve got a mouth that drives me wild, haven’t you noticed?

I was speechless for a second.

What was I supposed to have noticed? That I drove him wild, or that I had a whore’s mouth?

What a bastard the old fuck was.

Because as for driving him wild, damn right I’d noticed. How could I not have, with his eyes crossing every time he saw me come through the entrance in my college uniform?

—Suck you off, my ass! —I shot back, planting my feet—. I’ll jerk you off and you can count yourself lucky! Take it or leave it!

He thought about it for a moment, scratching his bald crown. The idea didn’t seem to convince him. It wasn’t enough for him, that was clear on his face.

—And hurry up, I need to go to the bathroom! —I urged when I saw him taking too long to decide.

—You can use the bathroom here —he offered, pointing to a little door at the back of the booth—. It’s not very big, but it’s clean.

I feared he was looking for a new strategy to corner me, maybe lock me in that cubicle, so I flat-out refused.

—No fucking way! I’m not going in the bathroom, I don’t trust you. I’ll jerk you off out here and then I’m getting the hell home. Decide already.

He put on that same look, as if he were weighing a chess move.

And in the end he gave in. He must have thought a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush.

—All right, jerk me off. But a good one, Miss Nuria. One of those you used to give your boyfriend in the space behind the elevator. If I don’t like it, I’m going to talk.

That filthy old man knew my life down to the last detail.

***

I didn’t hesitate for a second. I couldn’t risk him changing his mind, so I rolled up my blouse sleeves and got to work.

—Come on, take your pants down and sit on the armchair —I ordered, setting my bag on the table and sliding the door bolt shut.

Then I knelt at his feet and helped him lower his clothes, tugging at the fabric harder than he seemed able to manage himself. He smelled of cheap cologne and stale tobacco.

—Lift your skirt, Miss Nuria —he murmured, stroking my hair with a trembling hand—. I want to see your panties while you work me. I’m sure you’ve got them nice and wet. And show me your tits, because it’s obvious you brought them from university all rock-hard.

It wasn’t much he was asking for, and I decided to agree. With conditions, though.

—Fine, I’ll show you my tits and panties. But no touching, okay, Anselmo? No touching, we know each other.

—All right, what can you do… no touching… uffff —he gasped while peeling back the tiny, half-hard prick with two fingers.

I followed his instructions just so that hell would be over as soon as possible. I lifted my skirt, still creased from the business in Rubén’s car, spread my legs, and revealed a damp patch visible from several yards away.

—Uffff… What a filthy little cunt you’ve got, Miss Nuria —he added, settling back into the armchair with a spring creak—. Who knows who left you that wet patch, heh, heh… Not your boyfriend, for sure. He studies far away and you couldn’t meet up this morning, right?

I looked at him with all the contempt I could muster and took the cock he offered me between his parted legs. Without saying a word, I massaged it slowly to feel its pulse. It was an old man’s cock, more skin than flesh, dark, dangling, like a rag. In my hands it moved like chewing gum, soft, slippery. It was going to take a huge effort to get it hard.

But I was in a hurry.

So I started working it fast. With one hand I slid the skin up and down, with the other I held his balls. The janitor kept licking his lips and groaning nonstop.

—Hummm… ah, Miss Nuria, that feels so good… and what soft hands you have —he murmured with his eyes closed—. You can’t imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. The handjobs I’ve given myself thinking about how you’d do it. And look at us now. Life is wonderful, isn’t it?

—Come on, Anselmo, stop talking and concentrate —I cut in, not stopping my strokes—. We don’t want a neighbor to come by and leave you half done.

—Oh, nothing would happen, miss —he panted back—. If someone came, I’d finish another day. I’m in no hurry.

But I am, you big pig.

I bit my tongue. An argument would only drag that horror out, and all I wanted was to be done with it.

***

Against what I’d expected, within a couple of minutes Anselmo’s cock was stiff as a stick. And the old slob was gasping like a wounded animal.

—Aaaahhhh… hummmm… like that, like that, Miss… keep going…

It had swollen more than I’d bet on, though it was so short it still looked like a rag. Crazy for the guy to come already and let me leave, I decided to take it a step further. I stuck out my tongue, laid it on his balls, and ran it up the shaft to the tip, which I caught with my lips and moistened with a splash of spit.

Anselmo jerked in the armchair.

—Wow… Miss Nuria… you’re killing me… do that again, for the love of God…

Laughing inside at the blissed-out face the little man was making, I repeated the motion, this time taking the whole glans into my mouth and sucking on it like it was a candy.

—Guauuuu… —the old bastard blurted as that freakish thing grew a couple more centimeters. And I nearly burst out laughing again. He looked so ridiculous with his cock out that he didn’t even disgust me. Only a strange mix of pity and tenderness.

—How’s that? —I asked, almost amused by his state.

—You’re killing me, Miss Nuria, I swear —he answered with an expression of pleasure that looked like pure torment.

I took the head back between my lips and licked it over and over. The janitor bounced on the armchair, and I couldn’t stop smiling. After all, that old wreck was more grateful for my caresses than many of the guys I’d slept with. I couldn’t remember any of them making those bizarre faces of ecstasy when I sucked them off.

—Suck me, miss… suck me… —he begged—. I promise I’ll thank you for it all my life.

I gave the glans another suck and he sprang again.

My odd tenderness toward him grew as I saw how vulnerable he was. I thought the poor old man was never going to have another chance like this. And it cost me very little to give him a proper blowjob with that tiny prick that barely filled my cheeks, so small it didn’t even get in the way.

So I sucked it with all my strength, ready to give him the blowjob he’d been begging me for. Let the poor man enjoy a real woman before he died. Because that was what Anselmo was, I told myself: a poor old man at the end of his life and…

!!Plaaass!!

The slap whipped my face around before I even knew where it had come from.

When I managed to react, the creep was on his feet, had shoved me against the table by the stove so I fell onto my ass on the floor, and was gripping my hair hard.

!!Plaaass!!

Another slap, and more confusion on my part.

Fuck, what’s wrong with him?

I tried to break free, but I couldn’t. The son of a bitch had incredible strength for a man his age. Impossible to get away. He held me so tight by the hair that if I moved my head, he’d rip it out in handfuls.

It was as if he’d turned into another person.

What a fucking bastard.

!!Plaaass!!

Another hit, and my hair fell over my face, blinding me.

—Suck, you whore! —the crazy bastard roared after slapping me a third time—. Suck until you’re sick of it, cheap street-corner slut!

He pressed on my crown, shoving the cock all the way down my throat. I didn’t resist. It was impossible to do so in that ridiculous position: sitting on the floor, my back against the table, legs spread and skirt hiked up to my waist.

And as I felt his bony fingers dug into my head, I understood the lesson of that morning: never, ever trust someone who has nothing left to lose.