Janitor Novels & Stories

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.

Then, Stanley spoke, “Let's ask questions.” “Who do we ask?” “Let's nose around. We may find out something.” Stanley parked and they got off. They walked for twenty meters and were halted by familiar voices. “Good evening, Sirs.” Finley, the janitor that Johnny gifted with a set of beds, greeted. “Good evening. What is your name again, Finley or Terry?” “I'm Finley.” “That's good, Finley. Where are you going with the trash?” “I want to dispose of them.”

, Michelle ordered to the janitor. At the point when the janitor heard that his eyes enlarged with dread and regret, he joined his hands and began asking, " Please, forgive me, I am so sorry. Try not to fire me, If I am terminated, where I will go, I had no place to go let alone to feed myself. I beg you, show kindness toward this elderly person " He asked. Alex sneered, put his left foot forward, and tapped it on the ground, "my shoes become grimy, now I want somebody to clean it up ", Alex said with a malicious grin put all over him.

, I looked away from him as he hesitated to respond. "Your an owner of this company, your supposed to do real work not janitorial staff", he said offending me, but could I really blame him he didn't know about my past, or frankly anything about me. We were both standing at different sides of the table, which just added to the intensity. "Being a janitor is real work, it's definitely real work and those people who are janitors work so hard doing things that you can't even do", his face boiled.

Most quiver in fear, while the rest steps out of my way in a haste. I hate being in the same space with some of these low class staffs, their mere presence irks me. Left for me I'd have fired their sorry ass, but dad always gets in my way. They always tiptoed around me but you'd think some of them would learn but no. “S– sorry, Ms. Wilson. I didn't see you coming,” the damn janitor stammers, eyes pleading, after practically bumping into me, polluting my air with that awful smell.

Maybelline. “God bless whatever it is that made Mr Nash change his mind,” Betsy exhaled deeply as she dropped to her seat. She picked up a bottle of water from her table and chunged down all its content. “Girl, this job is what befits me. That Janitorial Department is hell!” She said as she replaced the bottle cap and dropped it in the waste paper basket by her side. I chuckled lightly at her words as I opened my laptop.

Scanning the vast room, my eyes fell upon a mop hidden in the corner, alongside a bucket, an idea hit me. The janitor's duty is to cleanse, even without a designated task. Rather than idling away, I rose from my seat and grasped the mop handle, assuming my role without a specific destination in mind. I could only pray and hope that I wouldn't lose my way in this vast company.

But in the sink he could still see the red marks from the water that had previously pooled there. “You know what just happened? Very dirty." "Absolutely no idea. Just ask the judge who made all this mess." The janitor clicked his tongue repeatedly, looking annoyed that the red stains on the floor were a bit difficult to remove. “Which judge are you referring to? This building is full of judges." “Of course Judge Hayes. She was in the toilet for a few minutes, making a mess, then left a lot of trash for me to clean up. Look at that pile of tissue trash. Then this water and that mirror, they were all dirty when I came in."

Don't be shy. Mr. James: Sam, can you please flicker this dude out of this existence? Mr. Jones:(sticks out his tongue at Mr. James like a kid) "I heard a noise as I was tidying the football pitch, I did think it was a squirrel or something that got into the dumpster", The baffled janitor added as he watched Holt who was trying in vain to dust his clothes from debris he picked up in the dumpster. "I was thrown in here by Buckley", he snorted.

Behind the counter was a man about my height wearing an apron and holding a broom. "Yes?" "I'm Anton, your coworker." "Ah, you're Anton." I stood up and approached him. "I'm Quinn." I extended my hand, but he didn't take it, just looked at it. "My hands are dirty. As you can see, I'm in the kitchen and also the janitor here. And yeah, you'll be doing the same thing as me. You'll be doing all the work here except serving customers on the days you're on duty. We're very short-staffed. That's the reason, if you want to know."