Janitor Novels & Stories

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.

“Someone has to clean up the mess.” Harlan studied him for a long moment. “You have been here a long time. You must have seen a lot.” The janitor smiled. It was small and tired and carried the weight of years. “I have seen enough to know that some families are not meant to survive. Some families are meant to burn so the blood can start over.” Harlan’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” The janitor reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded note he had found in the vault. He handed it to her. Harlan read it. Her face went pale.

Anthony bowed his head and replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I… I really couldn't find any other jobs… I still need to eat, don't I?" "Alright," I answered with a laugh. That had Anthony's head snapping up, an ember of hope igniting in his gaze. "Really? Kimmy, you still care about what we had—" "Don't misunderstand," I cut him off. "The company needs a janitor to clean the toilets, and I feel that you're perfectly suited for the job. After all, your best skill is to create trash, so having you clean trash now is technically putting that skill to good use."

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.

She welcomed me with a fake smile, it was her job to fake a smile for everyone. “Hi madam, how can I help you?” She asked as he eyed me. “Umm.. hey… Jasmine, could you tell me the name of the gentleman who is staying in the penthouse in his hotel?” I read her name on her staff card that was dangling on her neck like a bell. This time she looked at me with disgust when I mentioned that man. She saw me coming out of the VIP elevator but then I asked her an absurd question. She was giving me judgy eyes.

Dami smiled,he was really happy to see Johnmoore. "No problem, I won't be able to stay long. My dad sent me on an errand so I used to opportunity to come" Johnmoore said staring at Dami clothes down to his slippers. "I look dirty right?, I.." "No" Johnmoore said abruptly. "I already asked my dad. He told me about a popular bricklayer in our area and has a lot of apprentices. Maybe he can help" "If he hasn't heard the rumour" Dami lowered his head in dismay.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! HAVEN'T YOU CHECKED THIS TRASH CAN BEFORE? HOW IRRESPONSIBLE YOU ARE? I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW COME YOU ARE STILL WORKING FOR US? DAD HAS A HABIT OF STICKING WITH OLD HAGS. JUST WAIT TILL I TAKE OVER THE CEO'S​ POSITION, I AM GONNA THROW AWAY ALL THE OLD RAGS AND REPLACE THEM WITH ENERGETIC AND RESPONSIBLE YOUNG STAFF WHO HAVE THE STAMINA AND A BIT OF COMMON SENSE THAT THEY SHOULD FIRST CHECK THAT THE CAR IS IN RUNNING CONDITION OR NOT BEFORE TAKING THEIR BOSS ON A DRIVE FOR A HIGHLY SUBSTANTIAL TASK RATHER THAN TAKING THEM WITH A USELESS TRASH BIN AND THEN MAKE THEM STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT!!!" I shouted in pure rage while shooting lasers with my b

“You got me a janitor job?” “Sanitation specialist,” she corrected. “ohhh you mean a Professional mop commander?” I raised my brows “Sterilisation technician.” “Janitor pro max?” I added. She lost it and laughed so loud she almost fell off the chair. I pointed at her. “You’re enjoying this too much. I sighed “You dragged me to a club last night, now hospital cleaning today. Are you trying to cure me or finish me?” “Both options are results.” “I refuse.” I don't even like the smell of blood.

I could tell he wasn’t happy with being put last but he took the cigar anyway. “Turns out no one was trying to kill me.” My uncle said,as our cigars were lit. “It was that damned pipe that was leaking again. Filled everywhere with gas. Unfortunately, there was a casualty.” “Who?” I asked. “The Janitor. Came to my office to clean. The moment he put on the light switch, kaboom! Everything went off with flames. “That's terrible,” I sympathized. “Did he have family?” My Uncle shook his head. “Not that I know of. He was just some lonely, old guy who was in need of a job, and had been doing it well for the past ten years.

A man's voice was heard greeting Edward from behind his cell phone. "Good afternoon. Who am I talking to now?" asked Edward. "I'm the weekly janitor you used to pay, sir," answered the person on the other end of the line. Edward didn't have to think much. Because there was only one janitor employed by Edward. And he worked to clean Felicia's house every week. "Ohhh, yes. What was the need for you to call me," Edward asked. "I've left the keys with the security at the office as usual. Thank you for your cooperation, sir," said the man.