Janitor Novels & Stories

I exhaled and willed myself to show nothing of the heat his presence was igniting in me. My steps echoed as I approached, eyes drifting to Mr. Steve Johnson, the Assistant Branch Manager. “Good evening, sir,” I managed. Steve nodded before turning to Nathaniel. “This is Amira. One of our junior janitors. She's here to take care of the spill.” “Hi.” I gently lowered my tools on the floor and stretched a hand toward him. “It's so nice to see you again.” Silence. He only stared down at my hand as though touching them might contaminate him, before meeting my gaze again.

The gum is returned to my mouth, and I continue chewing before turning around to head towards the main stairs of the school building. My shoes are loud, they announce my presence. Just want I wanted. I need people to know that I'm here. Anastasia Gastillo. Grimsborrow high school's worst nightmare. Entering through the doors, I wasn't surprised to see the janitor carrying his buckets out of sight. Janitors cleaned at night. After school. But this devil of a man does it during the day. Every single minute. Like no one will notice his eradic behave. The students did, but the head mistress refused to listen and fire him.

As I was wiping my hands, I saw a janitor next to me sorting through the trash. I approached her and asked friendly, "Excuse me. Are you short of janitors? My mom doesn't have a job. I was thinking maybe she could give it a go." The janitor said enthusiastically, "She may come, but I'm afraid we don't need anyone at the moment. You know what? I'll keep an eye out for you though." "Thank you." I casually took out a new hand cream from my bag. "Ma'am, let me know if there's a vacancy."

A path for me opened up and everyone saluted me all at once, all of them have these proud and also touched expression on their faces. “All of you, always over did it….you too, Jack?…”. I turned and face the first person that I saw on line, he was an old man named Jack, one of the many janitors of Black House and I know him by name, as he was the only old person that apply for the janitor job here. Because of that he is quite famous and due to his age he became somewhat of a pillar of the community for emotional healing, also he is very good conversationalist, everyone can talk about anything with him.

he said. "I wish I could say the same," I muttered, stepping aside. Even after all these years, I still didn’t know his name. He was only ever known to us as ‘The Janitor’. And he was the one you called for situations like this. The men moved like ghosts, with absolutely no noise at all. They wrapped the bodies in plastic, removed the broken glass, replaced the carpet, patched the bullet hole, and brought in a brand-new dresser from a truck I hadn't even noticed parked below. In less than an hour, the room looked untouched, as if no one had ever tried to kill me in it. And when they finished, I slipped him a check for a hundred thousand dollars.

“Hold your head high,Anna and be humble. The old woman had said gently. “Even when they try to make you small, Don't think about it “. She went as fast as possible to board the bus to the office. Not long after she was at the office. Her eyes were focused . It was her first day as a cleaner. Her cousin's company. She approached the front desk, greeted the receptionist with a polite smile, and waited to be acknowledged. Moments later,a stern-looking woman in her mid-fifties walked out from a side door . Her face was lined, and her uniform was spotless. “You must be Anna”,She said. “Yes, Ma”, Anna replied , her voice respectful but firm. “I'm MRS Don, the

In the hallway, a janitor stood cornered, trembling, clutching her mop handle like a lifeline. “You didn’t see anything,” Mark hissed lowly, stepping closer. “Say a word, and you’re next.” The janitor, barely a whisper of a presence in the company’s hierarchy, nodded rapidly, too scared to disobey. With another sharp command, Mark gestured to a massive trash bin that had been rolled in. “Push this down to the underground garage. Someone’s waiting. Don’t fall behind.” Pale as chalk, the janitor obeyed, maneuvering the bin into the elevator. Behind her, Mark made a quick call. The snippets she caugh

“Call her. I want her to serve me. The janitor should be doing that stuff.” “Apparently, the janitor is absent due to illness.” “I don’t care!” he said in frustration, his annoyed nature prevailing. He needed Heart to serve him, and that was it. “Heart!” Vandros called to the young woman, who nodded and grinned. She looked at them with a mop in her hands, gently pushing it against the spinner. Another waitress quickly approached and took over the work she had left behind. Heart went to the sink, washed and sanitized her hands, and then walked toward Lux.

I wasn’t trying to impress anyone today, nor did I care at that particular moment. I walked down to the kitchen and had to keep myself from barfing as I looked at the counter that he was fucking his whore on last night. I grabbed a spray bottle from under the sink labeled bleach water and went to town cleaning every surface in the kitchen. It was the only way I was going to ever eat anything out of that kitchen again. As I was cleaning the last counter I heard a small laugh from behind me. I turned to see his glorious half-naked body standing in the doorway leading to the basement. He was all sweaty and his muscles were glistening in the sunlight coming in from the porch. My knees were alrea

Alexis moaned, struggling to cope with his humongous size as it kept hitting her cervix! "Damn what a body!" he groaned in appreciation of her curvaceous and genetically blessed body. "All the times I've cleaned the floors when you swayed past me in that cheerleading outfit and now this big fucking ass belongs to the streets!" the janitor of her college revealed himself as he slammed into her and yanked her heavenly wavy platinum blonde hair back as the pounding began.