Funny Cleaning Stories Novels & Stories

I checked myself first, I put some lip tint and powder, then sprayed dome perfume all over my body, not caring if I'll be cleaning all this things up. I started moping the floor, from the outside part to the floor of each cubicle, I even saw some sanitary pads on the trash bins and I can't believe that I really need to clean those up. Everything that I'm doing is all against my will. I cleaned everything up, wipe the cubicles and put the trashes out. Finally, how a long decade, note the sarcasm, I finally finished this fucked up punishment.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

It’s not life, but she’d rather bet her everything for it than go over her day knowing she’d lose everyone she cared for. Before she could be swayed by her own emotion, she started cleaning, which acted as a signal for the other two to stop arguing and start doing something useful. They grabbed some broom and cleaned the ground, humming a tune of their own. The shop found itself shining after a moment of cleaning, no speck of dust whatsoever dared remain. Their clothes, however, were drenched with sweats, while their body was now sticky. Granny told them to shower before going to their respective daily works. She pointed to the two cubicles in the farthest corner: one for the male and one fo

I put my left hand on the walls to support myself and prevent myself from falling. When I got inside the toilets, the awful smell lingered in my nostrils and made me almost puke. My eyes widened as I saw how dirty it was. There was also vandalism on the mirror, walls, and doors—almost everywhere. “Oh…Dear…” I left of words to speak and just shut my eyes in frustration. As I opened my eyes, I held the cleaning equipment and took a deep breath. “I can do this…” I encouraged myself and started cleaning it. It took me almost two hours to clean everything. I faced the mirror and saw myself. I looked so tired. My eyes were red as well as my cheeks. My hair was in a messy bun. I was soaking wet, an

My life was what it was. "Well, if you ever want to be relieved of cleaning duty, I would try using some soap." She looked at me like I was an idiot, then slammed a soapy bucket of water on the tile, the suds splashing across the surface. "I don't care what I have to do." I dipped the toothbrush in the water and began scrubbing again. The tile became bubbly and covered the whole surface. I watched as the suds popped over the tile and turned a light brown, gathering the dirt. "Cool!" I said in surprise.

Cynthia tackled the grimy windows, vigorously scrubbing away dirt and letting the sunlight pour in. With focused determination, they moved from room to room, leaving no surface untouched. Chai wiped down countertops, their swift and precise motions restoring a sense of cleanliness. Cynthia scrubbed bathroom fixtures, exerting elbow grease to remove stubborn stains. The sounds of their actions reverberated through the house: the clattering of cleaning tools, the swish of cleaning solutions being sprayed, and the satisfying splash of water as they rinsed away grime. They worked tirelessly, sweating from their efforts, but their resolve remained unshaken.

I put my shoes onto the counter by the sink in the room that is used to wash the mop and I grabbed the mop and made my way over to clean the mess. Who knew I would end up babysitting a child as well. I sighed heavily as I poured bleach onto the floor and began to smear it throughout the room as I collected the vomited with the mop. With each swipe of the mop that collected vomit, I made sure to rinse the mop in the sink and not to dip it into the bucket of water, or else I would only end up spreading the vomit more. I repeated this process until the room was clean once more. I sprayed the room with the vanilla-scented air freshener and returned all of the cleaning supplies back to the closet

"Did you like the gift I left you?" The first scoffed, her eyes blazing with fury as she stepped closer. "You soaked our clothes, bags, beds, and even our books with some nasty liquid that smelled like urine!" "Do you have any idea how hard it was to clean up the mess? We wore the same clothes for two weeks because of you! The room still stinks!" Rhea wiped her face, looking disgusted. "Ugh, I didn't ask for a bath in your saliva. Pity the cleaners here-you're drooling all over the floor. You still stink, though."

CLEANING BREAK TURNS KINKY I never expected my Tuesday morning cleaning shift at Mr. Voss’s mansion to end with me bent over the kitchen island getting fucked by my billionaire boss. I was just Edwin, the 24-year-old cleaner who showed up five days a week in my gray uniform polo and black shorts, earbuds in, trying to stay invisible while polishing marble and scrubbing floors that cost more than my entire year’s rent.

“Who the hell cares? Don’t you see how much money it pays?” “Yeah I do. But don’t you think it sounds kinda weird? Cleaning maid wanted where? In the freaking attic? For a porn filming production? Or maybe even better; for a freaking weirdo who likes to watch women cleaning his house naked?” Her friend let out a hearthy laugh at the sound of that, the thought of his shy and all-too-innocent for this world friend prancing around butt-naked and with one of those rainbow-colored dust sticks making him double over with laughter. “Yeah well, say what you want but you’d be definitely killing it with that,” He commented, waving a finger to the length of her body.