Janitors of Lawrence High

Amy Wheaton was a cheerleader at Lawrence High. Many would have agreed that with her tall and willowy frame she was the best looking on the squad. Her hair was always in place, never a loose strand of blond on Amy’s head. Her face was innocent and her complexion fair. She had well proportioned features and even though her breasts were quite large they looked right on her build. She was very mature and polite for a fifteen year old that hung out with the most popular people in school. She was nice to almost everyone but due to her rich upbringing she hated people that did services. She could not help this anymore than she could help her breasts from bouncing when she did her cheers.
It was 7 at night. Amy had just got off the phone and reached for her book bag. She had an English assignment to do and it required the book. After a moment of blind groping she realized the book was in her locker. In Lawrence there were no crimes and so the school was never locked. Every one knew that and so did Amy. She told her mom she was going to the school and turned down the offer to be driven down. It was still nice out so why not walk she thought.
The weather was lovely. She was dressed for the warmth in a mini-skirt and pink tank top. She enjoyed the twenty minute walk never expecting that she would be dead in a matter of hours. A young boy zoomed past her on a bike and the circled back. She baby sat for the kid and they said a quick hello then she resumed at her slow and mellow pace.
Inside the school some lights were on but it had the eerie feeling that comes to building used to being filled with people when they are empty. She went up to the second floor where her locker was an put in her combination. It opened easily and she moved aside a few books. She couldn’t find her English book. She thought for a moment and remembered leaving it in Miss Farmer’s classroom.
Amy walked to the end of the hall and tried the door to the darkened English room. Locked. Miss Farmer was one of three teachers that actually locked their rooms. Amy was an honors student and she knew she had to do the assignment. Excuses were not acceptable from such students. She wondered if the janitors would still be around and was answered by sound of some foreign cleaning instrument down the hall. She turned and noticed one of the despised custodial staff. She felt dirty laying her eyes upon them. Men too stupid to be lawyers or doctors. They deserved the hard labor she decided. And working up the power to hold back her revulsion she walked up to the Mexican janitor that held some sort of tool of clean in his hand.
“The door is locked.” She began without ceremony.
The dark janitor turned off the machine. He eyed her and then looked around to see if anyone had observed his mental grope of the young woman. But of course no one was there.
“Miss Farmer’s door is locked. Do you have a key? El keyo?” She added out of annoyance for his foolishness at checking her out.
The man knew Amy well. She was so blatantly rude and dismissive to all the janitors. Many people were but none so attractive and the object of so many fantasies. The girl had often left extra work for the custodians to do such as making a show of how bad the cafeteria food was by tossing it too far to the dishwashers so that it spilled. Not a subtle accident after the eighth time.
“Its down in the basement Miss Wheaton.”
An instinctive fear crept into the soul of Amy. She didn’t trust the lone company of this man And yet at the same time it was her Amy. Amy was better than them and they couldn’t touch her. She had to get her assignment done and this man was her only way to get an honors book. She arched her brows in a gesture that said lets go then.
The janitor named Monte led her down the flights of stairs till they reached the basement. He opened the metal door and stood back as if saying ladies first. She hesitated, thought of saying she’d wait where she was, then decided that would sound weird after she followed him this far. She started down the steps got to her fourth and heard an audible click after Monte shut the door. She couldn’t tell for sure if it was the sound of it shutting or the sound of the door locking. She hoped for the first.
The two walked down a narrow hall until they were at an office. It was large and the other janitor was sitting at a desk. He looked up and was shocked at the sight of Amy. Stu was the blond custodian with a mullet. He was treated worse by the students..
Monte told Amy to wait outside while he got the keys from Stu. He shut the office door and told Stu to turn around so he could talk to him without her reading his lips. The office was sound proof so he had no reason to worry she would hear his plans. “Act like you are looking for keys. Hear me out. We all hate her. It would be a service to society to teach the bitch a lesson and you know it. I think if we pull it off right she will keep her mouth shut too.”
“If you are talking rape I am in.”
“Whatever you want to do to her. May I suggest keeping your dick in your pants so she has no proof though. Its brilliant. Hurt her and then say she only did it as a joke if she accuses us of anything.”
They opened the door and Monte stood before her. He stared at her wanted all her nerves to go crazy with fear. It was working too. Amy was wondering what would happen to her. She resisted the urge to run. She opened her mouth say something about hurrying up. He smacked her hard across the cheek and grabbed her long arm and pulled her into the office. Stu was right next to him and grabbed both her arms and pulled them behind her so she was facing Monte and her back was pulled against Stu’s massive chest.
“I’ll tell! I swear to God when I get out of here I will tell everything you do. You can’t scare me into being quiet!” She screamed and tried t fight out of the large man’s grip.
“You think you are so much better than us? Is that why you will be believed?” He went to the desk and picked a roll of tape. He looked at Stu, “The room is sound proof buddy. Do you want to hear her scream or not?”
“I think that might be the most musical sound I ever heard. But go ahead and tape her hands so I can do what I want with mine.”
Monte taped Amy’s wrists tightly behind her. She did put up a struggle but the men were laborers and had the muscles of working men. Stu wondered about taping her legs and then thought better of it. How would they open then widely enough it that were the case. With her hands bound behind her, Amy’s chest was thrust forward and her breasts clearly strained against the shirt. Monte lifted on end and Sty the other, Monte cleared the desk with one hand and they laid her on it. Stu reached for a pair of scissors but Monte told him they were not needed. He stood to Amy’s side and ripped her shirt from the top to the bottom and then lay it aside. She was nearly screaming her protests as Stu’s large and filthy hand unclasped her front-clasp bra. The last protection was off and the custodians were staring at her boobs.
They each took one tit for themselves and with rough hands began to stroke and pinch her with no lack of pain. When they were sure she was tender enough then began to look around the room for things to use on her that would hurt her. Monte produced a wrench small enough to take its time in crushing the nipple. Stu reached into his desk and retrieved his staple puller.
“Are you done with the tits Stu? After this they aren’t going to be pretty anymore. They may not even be there at all.”
Stu looked into the tear streaked face, “I think we need to hurry. Someone could know she is here and any plan we come up with will not work if we are caught with her.”
Monte nodded. This was a good point. He put his wrench over the already sore tit and started to screw it till it was a pressure on her. She started screaming viciously when the clamp continues to tighten. Finally it could go no more. Monte was amazed at the sight. It looked so excruciating and the sounds of terror and pain coming from Amy were a conformation to this thought. He started to twist and yank the wrench around fascinated by the horror it was inflicting. He didn’t know if he was trying to rip it off but suddenly he decided to quit before it did. That would be unattractive to look at later. He stopped his twisting but did not remove the wrench. He let it dangle while Stu stepped up to play.
Stu taunted her face with the staple remover. He went to use it on her and then put it down. He put his mouth to her tit instead and started to suck and bite. Not in a teasing way but like he was really trying to remove her nipple with his teeth. After a few minutes he picked up the staple puller and places the top by her nipple with one of the teeth directly on top of the tit. The bottom part lay a little lower on her breast. He applied pressure and squeezed. The sharp teeth of the instrument tore through her red skin and she finally began to bleed. He pulled it out half way and then decided to clamp it again. Monte pulled out a trash bag and told Stu that this would be where they put all the evidence.
Her mutilated tits held no more appeal to the janitors and they moved to her lower half. Monte held her legs. There wasn’t much fight in her anymore anyway. Stu undid her skirt and slipped it off. Then he carefully removed her panties. Monte moved up between her legs and kept them apart. She shaved herself and there was an unobstructed view. Stu pinched to fingers around her clit and squeezed roughly. Monte tried to tease some juiced from her. He couldn’t she was dry and he found some satisfaction in that. Since he wasn’t going to stick his dick in there he decided to do whatever he wanted to do to her.
He moved his fingers around her and in her. She was still a virgin. He hadn’t thought she would be because of her status but he thought on it and she was fifteen maybe next year someone would have been bringing her gently into womanhood. Monte knew there would never be anything close to next year for Amy. Though he hadn’t told Stu yet, he was planning on killing her. She was just to rich, too influential as a white rich daughter of a lawyer to not get them on the death penalty.
Monte switched places with Stu. He pulled out a paperclip and bent it straight. He found her urethra and started going to town on it. No guilt filled him as he ruined her once nearly perfect body. Stu pushed his entire hand inside the very tight Amy. She ripped and he removed it to wash off the blood. Monte left the paperclip in her and got his broom.
Stu stared in wonder as his buddy moved slowly to the tortured girl. He had thought to do the same but somehow had been to embarrassed at the idea. Monte looked at him and smiled, “Get over here and hold her legs high and wide.”
Monte wanted him in on this final act as much as possible. His own plans were to drive the stick into the sides of her canal so she would mortally rip. He positioned it and drove it in at the desired angle. He felt the give of soft tissue under a powerful blow. And blood flowed out in a gratifying river. He straightened the broom and drove it down as far as he could make it go. Then he pulled it out and fucked her with it. He was almost too caught up in the rhythm of this act to hear his partner scream, “Monte she isn’t breathing.”
It took him two more thrusts into her slaughtered vagina to stop himself. The desk was pure red on one side and a small lake of spilled life was gathered at his feet, covering his old shoes. He didn’t remove the handle from her but let it drop to the floor . It hung sickly out of her. He checked her pulse. It was gone and he was thrilling at the discovery.
“We have to remove all the evidence. What we have to do is make it look like she got jumped on the way to school and dump her somewhere between here and her house. Somewhere they will find but not right away. And then we have clean every inch of this office and burn what we can.”
Stu’s eyes glazed over. His voice choked with a little fury, “You planned this. You knew she wouldn’t make it out of here alive. I wouldn’t have done anything if I knew she would die!”
“You are a fool if you think we could have done this and let her go. If we wouldn’t end up dead by the father and his friends then we would end up on death row.”
“Just tell me what to do. I don’t want to think about this anymore.”
The men collected all the evidence. They removed her tape and clothes and decided they would incinerate them. When she was completely nude Monte pulled out a knife. He made some strange marks on her belly. They were not gang marks but they resembled some that Monte had seen. Fake ones would keep the police guessing.
They managed to dump her body in the covered boat that was kept in an old man’s yard. He could be implicated but they were not worried. As long as they got off free nothing mattered at all.

Dolly and Oscar Wheaton were having a very late cup of coffee in the front living room. The tried to act like they were just enjoying the coffee but in reality both were waiting for their only daughter to walk through the door. Dolly had called the friends like a good mom. No one had seen her. And in Dolly’s heart she knew her daughter had told her the truth. She had went out for her book, she did have an assignment to do and Amy always did so well about her schoolwork.
Oscar was a lawyer and he had heard many stories of girls who didn’t get home when they were expected. He couldn’t help but think about those cases now as he offered a comforting smile to his wife. He moved to her side of the couch. They took each others hands and Dolly lay her head on Oscar’s shoulder. She let tears run into his shirt. Her daughter was never coming home and she knew that well before Detective Erston called five days later and asked her to come identify the body that had once belonged to her only child.

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