Post by Kappa on Nov 14, 2021 18:00:34 GMT
Janitor Frost
Emma Frost was having a pretty stressful morning.
The night before, she was a beautiful blonde that loved showing off her sexy bod for all the world to admire and envy. An intellectual, Emma was pridefully proud towards her position as Vice Principal of Xavier Memorial. Her life was good... until morning came, making everything absolutely different than the night prior.
"Alright, Blondie, I need ya to vacuum all the classrooms, mop the hallways, dump all the trash cans, and then ya can have a lunch break." Logan informs his academy's one and only custodian. A big, round woman in her early 50s, wrapped tightly in a tan jumpsuit, her drooping fupa on full display, her gut globular in shape, big h cup breasts dangling downwards, her multiple chins highlighting her rounded face with deep bags under her eyes and big, jiggling chipmunk cheeks that shook at the slightest of movement.
Dulled hair in a tight bun, deep bags under her eyes, Emma stood in a solid stance, looking tired and sweaty at the beginning of her shift!
"That sounds good, old timer?" Logan asks, sitting at his desk, with a hot cup of coffee in hand, ironically, decades the janitor's senior.
Emma wanted to tell that short and stalky ball of grease she would never do something so beneath her!
However...
"Sounds good, boss." Emma speaks in a husky tone.
"Hank and I are going to Pryde's Deli later. Want the usual?"
A French Dip with extra cheese, a side of onion rings, and a side of fries popped into Emma's head. As her potbelly growled, it was all the confirmation Logan needed.
"Get a move on, blondie." Logan says with a smirk. "I want this place spotless or no samich fer you."
Emma nods, the act making her doubled chin more visible. As she turns towards the door, Logan can't help but admire that bumpy, boxy rear.
"Wouldn't mind puttin my claws into that." Logan whispers lightly. "Damn, it's been ages since I've gotten a good look at that ass."
Emma Frost was having a pretty stressful morning.
The night before, she was a beautiful blonde that loved showing off her sexy bod for all the world to admire and envy. An intellectual, Emma was pridefully proud towards her position as Vice Principal of Xavier Memorial. Her life was good... until morning came, making everything absolutely different than the night prior.
"Alright, Blondie, I need ya to vacuum all the classrooms, mop the hallways, dump all the trash cans, and then ya can have a lunch break." Logan informs his academy's one and only custodian. A big, round woman in her early 50s, wrapped tightly in a tan jumpsuit, her drooping fupa on full display, her gut globular in shape, big h cup breasts dangling downwards, her multiple chins highlighting her rounded face with deep bags under her eyes and big, jiggling chipmunk cheeks that shook at the slightest of movement.
Dulled hair in a tight bun, deep bags under her eyes, Emma stood in a solid stance, looking tired and sweaty at the beginning of her shift!
"That sounds good, old timer?" Logan asks, sitting at his desk, with a hot cup of coffee in hand, ironically, decades the janitor's senior.
Emma wanted to tell that short and stalky ball of grease she would never do something so beneath her!
However...
"Sounds good, boss." Emma speaks in a husky tone.
"Hank and I are going to Pryde's Deli later. Want the usual?"
A French Dip with extra cheese, a side of onion rings, and a side of fries popped into Emma's head. As her potbelly growled, it was all the confirmation Logan needed.
"Get a move on, blondie." Logan says with a smirk. "I want this place spotless or no samich fer you."
Emma nods, the act making her doubled chin more visible. As she turns towards the door, Logan can't help but admire that bumpy, boxy rear.
"Wouldn't mind puttin my claws into that." Logan whispers lightly. "Damn, it's been ages since I've gotten a good look at that ass."