After Hours Campus Fuck
by Kitty Meaker
Copyright Kitty Meaker 2012
Published at Smashwords
(All characters depicted in this story are over 18... but barely!)
Alicia Reynolds could feel her heart thumping in her chest. She couldn't believe she had been talked into doing this. She had snuck into the Math and Sciences building long after classes were over. It was pitch black outside. Alicia had used bolt cutters on chains holding the doors shut. The doors never locked, she had been told, they were just chained shut at night. She knew that if she was caught, she could be arrested for breaking and entering. But this was her dare to complete, and she would – because it meant her reputation with the Queen Bees, and acceptance from them meant an easier time with classes, with guys, with everything. They had the rep and the power on campus.
The Queen Bees were an informal organization that had been around since women had been allowed to attend the university. They had no official powers at the school, but the top ranks of the Bees were always well-connected. Their daddies were important men, or they went to high school with the daughters of the Dean. The fact was, if you made rank as even the lowliest Bee, you could do well. Alicia wanted to join the Bees, so this was her task – to deface the Math and Sciences building and to proclaim it Bee territory.
The Math and Sciences building housed the toughest professors on campus. None of them paid respect to the Bees. Armed with a can of golden spraypaint, Alicia was going to spray “BEES RULE YOU ALL” all over the hallway lockers on the main floor of the building, to send a message to the stodgy old professors.
The overhead lights were dim, and there was no possible way anybody walking by the building could see her inside, but Alicia still crept cautiously. She had never done anything like this before. Finally, she was in front of the target. She pulled out her can of spraypaint and shook it, wincing at the loud rattle it made. In under a minute, she had spraypainted the message onto the lockers.
Relieved to have completed her mission, Alicia hurriedly stowed her spraypaint in her bag and began to walk back towards the door she had come in through. She stopped suddenly. A noise, from behind her. She turned her head and listened. A man was whistling, and she could tell he was coming down the hall for her. She gasped, and looked for a hiding spot. The only spot was between a trash can and the end of a row of lockers, and Alicia wedged herself in tight.
She heard the whistling man coming closer and closer, and could see the faint light from his flashlight beam playing down the hallway. Then, he stopped, and she knew he had seen the graffiti.
“Son of a bitch...” she heard the man mutter.
“HEY!” the man yelled, and Alicia shook with fear. “WHO DID THIS? I KNOW YOU'RE STILL HERE!”
The man began to walk down the hallway, coming closer and closer to Alicia. She shivered anxiously as the light got brighter and brighter. When the man walked past her, he turned his light into her face and she gave a shriek.
“There you are!” the man said. “Alright, come on out of there, missy.”
Alicia tried to obey, but she was stuck. The man sighed, and grasped her hand with his own. He pulled on her arm and she came free of the wall, stumbling into his broad chest. He was strong!
“Now, little missy. What's your name?”
“A-Alicia.” she said, trembling.
“Let me see what's in that bag, Alicia.” the imposing man said.
Shaking, she handed the bag to the man.
He opened it and peered inside. “Follow me, young lady.” he said.
Alicia's eyes darted to the double doors at the end of the hallway. If she sprinted...
“If you run, I'll just call security.” the man said, guessing her intentions.
Alicia sighed, and followed the man.
He led her down the hallway, further and further into the building. Finally, he opened a door. She saw “JANITORIAL” printed on the on the front of it as she stepped inside.
“You're a janitor?!” Alicia cried.
The man turned and raised an eyebrow.
Alicia blushed. “I thought you were a security guard.” she said.
The man sat in a chair. He motioned for her to sit on a tall wooden stool, the only other place to sit in the room. She sat down and spread her skirt over her legs nervously.
“I'm gonna write this up,” the janitor said, “and then escort you off campus.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. Alicia could see “Incident Report” written on the top.
“Is all of this really necessary?” Alicia asked. “Couldn't you just let me off with a warning?”
The man looked at her. “Do you know how long it'll take to clean that spraypaint off, missy? And you know who has to clean it? Me.” The janitor grunted. “A warning? Ha. Oughta make you clean it yourself.”
Alicia's heart leapt at this idea. “I will, then! I'll clean it off myself, right now! Nobody has to know it happened!”
The janitor scratched his nose and looked at her again. “For one thing, that don't save me any time. I'd have to sit there and watch you, and I could do the job myself faster. For another thing, if this report gets filed, it'll keep any more of you girls from doing the same stunt. I ain't got time to be cleaning up graffiti all over campus.”