Fringe Benefits

Shawn showed his employee badge to the TSA agent and was waved through to the metal detector. He quickly slid off the lanyard placing it into small bin to take a ride down the conveyor belt. Once he was fully cleared, he collected his belongings and headed away from the security checkpoint to the Office of Physical Plant. He clocked in then spoke to his boss’s secretary before heading out to make sure the trash bins in the terminal were empty.

The 29 year old airport custodian landed this job just six months earlier thanks to his aunt, who was the administrative assistant for the deputy mayor, and her husband, a ramp agent for Atlantica Airlines. The five-foot-nine-inch dark skinned man with shoulder-length dreads had been uselessly lying around his grandmother’s house until she passed away. At that time, his relations put their collective foot down demanding he get a job. All things being equal, Shawn enjoyed the gig. He was not fond of being a janitor, but he did like the pay and the thought of becoming a supervisor one day. Plus, there were fringe benefits.

As he rolled the oversized bin through the East terminal, he spotted an attractive figure walking towards him. From the front view, he could tell there was a juicy ass on this slender cutie. When he was closer, he smiled at the traveler and made sufficient eye contact. “Where ya headed,” his baritone voice inquired when he a bit closer.

“San Francisco,” smiled the rushing passenger.
“Slow down. Yo gate ain’t far,” he replied turning to catch a glimpse of the ass he knew would be there.

It was no surprise. The swift moving beauty was dressed simply in a plain fitted black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. This was not an outfit that would typically turn the heads of men, but the donkey booty that hid just underneath them would make any brother salivate. Each cheek was full and globular. The sweatpants were loose everywhere except around the buttocks. Shawn swore that ass was going to bust out at any moment.