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When most people think of cleaners, if they think of them at all, they see them as oddities and dullards. They see cleaners as simple people with simple lives and simple dreams. They don’t realize that they’re complex people just like them. The man or woman whose job entails cleaning an entire building has aspirations, dreams and goals, hobbies and achievements just like any other human being.
The cleaners are not another species of human. They’re people whose lives are just as worthwhile as those of the business people and executives whose properties they maintain day after day, night after night. The lines that human beings form to divide themselves from their fellows are ultimately useless. When one really thinks about it, they truly don’t matter…
Someday, the President, the Prime Minister, the Beautiful Supermodel, the Handsome Actor, the Man With Billions, the Cleaner and the Homeless Man will be buried in the same dirt. The worms will have their feast, and those once formidable specimens of Humanity will become skeletons, then dust. Get used to it. With that being said, and without further ado, here is the tale of a certain cleaning lady and the ups and downs of her far-from-mundane life…
Rosemarie Etienne the cleaning lady walks through the office building, methodically cleaning up washrooms, mopping floors and emptying waste baskets. The way Rosemarie sees it, she’s making order out of chaos. And she does this while listening to Wagner’s Opera Music because that’s what she enjoys. It’s the overnight shift, meaning that the building is empty. There’s nobody around…or is there?
Rosemarie pauses in front of the hallway leading to the Main Office, occupied by some big-shot white dude. She stops because she knows the security camera is watching her. A smile creases her lovely face, for she knows exactly who’s watching the cameras. With a sly wink, Rosemarie blows the camera a kiss, and then purposefully bends down to tie her shoe. She takes far longer than she normally would, and there’s a reason for that…
Theodore Stephen the security guard sits at the front desk, watching the cameras and the clock. It’s one o’clock, and this office building, located in the environs of Kanata, Ontario, is as dead as a doornail. Whatever that means. So many odd expressions. The security guard’s first language isn’t English, nor is his second language. Thedore is fluent in Haitian Creole and French. The brother hails from the island of Haiti, and works as a security guard to make ends meet while going to college part-time.
Theodore is twenty three years old, and feels like doing very different things with his Friday night. Working overnight security definitely blows. Tomorrow, when he checks Facebook, he’s going to see pictures bursa escort of friends and classmates having fun in bars, clubs, restaurants and movie theaters. They’re doing the things that Theodore wishes he could be doing. Isn’t life frigging grand?
Theodore’s duties are normally dull, but something on the cameras catch his attention. Rosemarie the cleaning lady is bending over, and that big round ass of hers has the security guard’s pulse quickening. Is there anything more magnificent than an African woman’s naturally thick derriere? Theodore smiles as Rosemarie blows him a kiss, and then disappears into the office to do some actual cleaning.
“Sweetie you just made my night,” Theodore Stephen says, smiling as Rosemarie does her thing. It’s moments like these that make his normally boring job worthwhile. The brother is in his second year at La Cite Collegiale, where he studies Police Foundations. It’s definitely a crucial time in his academic career and not the time to take his foot off the gas. Theodore is a man with big dreams…
A year ago, Theodore became a permanent resident of Canada. He hopes to become a Canadian citizen someday and then apply to the famous Ontario Police College. Law enforcement quite simply runs in Theodore’s blood. His grandfather Alphonse Stephen was a policeman in the family’s ancestral hometown of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti. Theodore hopes to follow in that proud tradition, albeit in a new country.
Rosemarie the cleaning lady continues going about her duties. Six feet tall, curvy and dark-skinned, she’s forty two and therefore no longer young but still beautiful. Clad in a dark blue work-shirt with the logo Master Cleaners on it, over too-tight Black Yoga pants and dark gray winter boots, she looks sexy as hell. She can wear whatever she wants because there’s nobody around…except for the security guard of course.
Rosemarie hails from the nation of Haiti, and has been living in Ontario, Canada, for more than twenty years. She has a husband named Louis who’s having an affair with Kim, the Asian lady who owns the restaurant a few blocks from their house. A lot of women would have been angered by their husband cheating, but Rosemarie doesn’t care too much. She’s lost interest in Louis a long time ago.
Rosemarie only stays with her husband Louis for the sake of their daughter Emily. When Emily finishes college, Rosemarie will dump her philandering husband Louis Etienne and move on with her life. For the moment, Rosemarie is working to pay for Emily’s college education. She tells herself she doesn’t care about Louis indiscretions. Nevertheless, Rosemarie wishes Louis would be more discrete for appearances sake.
In the Republic of Haiti, just like in many other places, men cannot resist the bursa escort bayan mystery of foreign women. Haitian men living in places like Canada, America and the United Kingdom behave the same way they would back home, except now there’s plenty more foreign women to choose from. Still, even a man who steps out on his wife ought to show some discretion, for the sake of appearances if nothing else.
Rosemarie finishes cleaning, and then heads to the cafeteria. There’s free coffee there, and she relishes drinking it at this time. This particular building is one of three that she has to clean before eight o’clock in the morning. Upon arriving in the cafeteria, Rosemarie finds something amiss. Someone left some flowers on the damn table, and this makes her frown, for now she has to clean it. Approaching the flowers, Rosemarie gasps…
“Bonne soiree belle madame, jolis pantalons,” reads the note attached to the flowers. Rosemarie sees the initials T.L. and smiles. Sensing a presence behind her, Rosemarie whirls around and finds herself facing a big and tall young Black man in a blue and ebony security uniform. She looks Theodore up and down, then smiles…
“Hey handsome,” Rosemarie says softly, and Theodore grins, then pulls her into his arms. Rosemarie takes Theo’s handsome face into her hands and smiles, then kisses him. Theo kisses Rosemarie back with a passion that astonishes her. The security guard and the cleaning lady have been having a passionate affair for these past couple of months, but the brother is clearly really into her…
“I’ve missed you,” Theo says gently, and Rosemarie nods, pressing her forehead against his. Theo’s hands rove all over her curvy body, and rest on her thick derriere, just like she knew they would. She’s burning with desire for him, and he for her. Just like that, they began making love, right there on the cafeteria table…
“Take me and don’t be gentle,” Rosemarie says, locking eyes with Theo, even as she lies waiting for him. They’re not at home but at work. This is a quickie. Time is of the essence. Theo caresses Rosemarie’s beautiful face, and feels up her breasts through her shirt. Rosemarie slides down her Yoga pants, and Theo realizes that she’s not wearing any panties. This is going to be fun, the young man thought.
“I always think of your pleasure, my Haitian Goddess,” Theo says, almost reverently, as he kisses Rosemarie’s lips and then, raising her shirt, kisses her nipples as well. Rosemarie sighs, welcoming the feel of Theo’s lips on her breasts. He slides his hand gently between her thick dark thighs, and begins fingering her wet, hairy pussy. The brother is indeed gifted, Rosemarie thought.
Rosemarie closed her eyes as Theo finally buries his face between her legs, and escort bursa eats her out. Theo loves eating pussy, but this is something which Louis considers to be vile. He’s really old-fashioned that way. Theo, a modern-minded younger man, thinks of the lady’s pleasure rather than just his own, and for this, Rosemarie is most thankful. Soon she finds herself crying out, as Theodore sucks her clit and fingers her pussy…
“Hmm, that was amazing, Theo,” Rosemarie said breathlessly, a few minutes later. She looks Theo up and down, and sees the bulge in his pants. Without another word, Rosemarie unzips Theo’s pants, freeing his long, thick and dark member. She strokes his dick, and then rubs it against her mound, locking eyes with him. Without a word, they communicate their wishes to one another…
“Let me inside you,” Theo says in his deep, powerful voice. Rosemarie grins, and guides the younger man’s member into herself. With a swift thrust of his hips, Theo enters Rosemarie’s pussy. Just like that, they are one. Rosemarie lies down on the table, her eyes moist, her jaws slack, her nipples erect and her thick thighs wide open as she welcomes the onslaught of masculine energy that Theo pours into her…
“Oui mon amour, fuck me hard,” Rosemarie squeals, and Theo, emboldened, raised her thick legs in the air and thrust his hard dick deeper inside of her. Rosemarie licks her lips, loving the wicked burn she felt deep inside as Theo’s dick fills her pussy. She hadn’t had it this good in quite some time, not since her husband Louis discovered Asian pussy and forgot all about her. This was the foxy Haitian mama’s way to make up for lost time, and she relished every moment of it…
“That was off the chain,” Theo says, wiping sweat off his brow as he pulls his pants back up. Rosemarie, seated beside him, does the same. The pair exchange a smile and a chaste kiss, then resume their duties. Theo returns to the security office, thankful that the camera that normally watches the cafeteria is broken and the cheapskate building management hasn’t forked the funds to repair it. Makes it the perfect spot for him and Rosemarie to fool around…
Rosemarie Etienne, Haitian-Canadian citizen, wife, mother, and hard-working professional in the field of building maintenance, smiles as she drives home, a few hours later. The roads separating Kanata, Ontario, from the rest of Ottawa are packed with commuter vehicles. It’s eight thirty by the time she gets home, and her husband Louis has already gone to work. Rosemarie hugs her daughter Emily before she goes to her morning classes at Algonquin College.
“To many more days like this one,” Rosemarie says to herself as she looks at her home, which she seldom sees these days, due to working so many hours. After drinking some tea, Rosemarie undresses and goes to bed. She thinks of work, and of Theo, of course. A wicked smile stretches across Rosemarie’s tired, beautiful face as she lies in her darkened bedroom, hungry for the night…
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