Sarah Chalke is sexy as hell, so I had to do a story on her.

Elliot is in a lose-lose situation. Either way, she's gonna get screwed.

Set in Season 6, Episode 12: "My Fishbowl"

Upcoming sex scenes in later chapters

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"Janitor," Elliot said across the room. "What are you doing?"

The janitor looked startled. He didn't hear her come in and now she's caught him jerking off in one of the empty patient rooms.

Every doctor on staff had just put up photographs on a board for each of their patients' rooms and Ms. Wheeler was just discharged this morning, leaving the room empty.

Elliot stared the evil eye at Janitor.

"I was j –just," he stuttered.

"Is that my photo?" Elliot asked rather disgusted.

Janitor quickly shifted his hand behind his back; amidst all the chaos, he failed to take care of hiding the most incriminating fact.

Elliot might be blonde, but she wasn't stupid. She knew he was masturbating over a picture of her.

This would surely would the end for the janitor. Sexual harassment at just about it's worse…if only Elliot was still as weak and soft as a marshmallow like she was a couple years ago. Now she'd file a complaint for sure.

"You are unbelievable," Elliot turned around and walked out of the room pissed off.

The janitor shrugged as he went back to whacking off on Elliot's photo.

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Later that day, Elliot returned to that same room, where she found Janitor once again in an unacceptable act. Why didn't he just lock the doors, anyway?! The visual of this bigfoot doing it to himself made Elliot queezie.

He was sitting on the chair near the window, his back to her, but still clearly stroking himself.

"Jerking off again?" Elliot asked with a temper.

The janitor laughed.

"Not the picture this time," he turned his head around with earphones and a big smile.

Elliot quickly raced over and saw him watching her having sex on his portable DVD player.

"Did you tape me?" Elliot quipped, nearly screaming.

The camera zoomed in on the blonde doctor being drilled piledriver style. It looked like it was in one of the hospital rooms!

Elliot looked on at the screen in horror as she watched herself come; the camera panning into a close-up of her pleasured face moaning and screaming.

"I love how you call him "Dr. Turk"," the janitor said amiably.

"Oh, crap," Elliot said in terror as the camera panned out again, this time revealing Turk was the one fucking her.

"Carla's such a bitch," on-screen Elliot said. "I bet she's all sagged and gross by now. Stupid latina whores."

"By the way, were you drunk?" Janitor took the earphones out as he spoke jolly to her.

But Elliot wasn't drunk. She remembered it. And she was okay with it….but Carla wouldn't be.

"So how does this work?" Elliot asked the janitor hopelessly as she felt some tears swelling up.

"You take off everything from your bra to your panties and this little…surveillance problem goes away," Janitor told her.

"Okay," Elliot dropped onto the nearby patient bed, as if doomed by her fate as she stared blankly onto the roof.

She very slowly got around to pulling down her pants.

"Oh no," he said, as if having other plans. "In the janitor's closet."

The pair made their way to the closet as causally and coolly as they could, as not to grab any attention.

The second they opened and closed the closet door, the janitor grabbed her ass hard and took her in for a barbaric kiss that was so far from passionate it was like he'd only kissed gorillas before.

This was going to be the worst sex of Elliot's life…

She just hoped the janitor would run out of puff and quickly.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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