Janitor Novels & Stories

the in-charge greeted Clara sat on the seat and introduced herself, "I am Clara." "Good, so you are here for the Janitor job," Juana questioned Clara responded with a nodded "Tell me, what are the duties of a janitor" Juana questioned Clara hesitated before answering "They clean?" She replied sounding more like she was asking a question than answering. Juana looked at her questioningly and smiled "Have you ever done anything like cleaning washrooms and handling equipment" "I know how to clean a washroom" Clara responded

He adjusted his mask and got off his car. Then, he hurried to the gatehouse and used the overused semi public toilet. He was lucky to get there earlier than others. At last, despite the cold, he gargled and washed his face with cold water before he answered the call of nature and returned to his car relieved. Now, the janitor was through with the first car and skipped Bruno's car and was on the next. He got into his car and shut the door. Likewise, he ran his hand through his head and yawned due to starvation. At that point, nothing seemed to work in his life other than to hide in his car, and he did that. Suddenly, the janitor

I’m crying because this might be the only child she ever gets to have. I’m crying because I should have protected her. I’m crying because… I hate the man I used to be. Something taps my shoe. I look down, eyes swollen. A mop. Then I look up. It’s an old janitor, probably late sixties. He’s short, hunched, with thick glasses that seem a little too foggy to see properly. His uniform is wrinkled, and his hands tremble slightly as he leans on the stick. “Oh,” I clear my throat and straighten. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be in your way. I’ll—”

He grabbed the trench coat after seeing a little snowfall from the window. “For real?!” A man with blonde hair circled him and checks him out from head to toe and back to front. “not an artist but a janitor?” his eyes simply showed disbelief same with the other two in the room. “yes, a janitor.” He repeated. The three looked at each other and then grinned at him, “I’m Brian. This here is Mama Chu and Kelly.” Brian extended his hand for a shake and added, “I’m a beta.” The other two followed and said their sub-gender.

She counted them all and calculated each angle. There was a camera pointed at the door of his office, and she was sure there were some inside his office as well. There were many, so Gigi immediately felt nervous; she would definitely have a hard time. Their other colleagues were waiting in the lobby of this floor. There were six janitors assigned to this floor, and they had shifting hours. Kristel and Gigi were assigned to the night shift. "Martina and Kristel, you're in charge here at night. Make sure Mr. McIntosh has gone home before you clean his office. He doesn't like encountering anyone from maintenance; he's a bit sensitive, that's why." Mr. Sarmante ex

"No harm done." He walked past. The janitor froze. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Then he took a breath and called out, his voice louder than before. "Mr. Blackwood!" Vance turned. Nerissa turned beside him. The janitor was gripping the mop handle so tightly his knuckles were white. He was not looking directly at them. He was looking at the floor, at the bucket, at anything but their faces. "I just..." He swallowed. "Thank you. For the salary increase. For what you did for us."

Skirt rucked up, legs splayed, squirting on the executive bathroom floor with a vibrator she couldn’t turn off fused to her pussy. The outer office door opened. She hears footsteps. Before she could say a word, the bathroom door, which she had forgotten to lock after all. Marcus froze in the doorway. He was the night janitor. Thirty-one maybe. Tall, broad through the shoulders, skin the color of dark walnut, always quiet. Always polite. Always gone before anyone else arrived. She had exchanged maybe ten words with him in three years. Now he stood holding a mop handle, eyes wide, staring at the obscene tableau: his boss half-naked on the toilet, skirt bunched,

As she kept it and closed the drawer, she got startled by an unexpected presence in the dark corner, “You!!!!” Gon quickly went there and found a middle-aged Janitor with a sleepy face. Due to the dim light, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but Su Yeon recognized him, “Mailman from that day!!! What are you doing here!” “I got a part-time Janitor job in this company,” he replied in a hoarse sleepy voice. “Oh, good,” Su Yeon smiled and went out with Gon. Unknown to them, the Janitor’s expressions changed from sleepy to firm. Seeing their departing backs, he mumbled, “They both are trying their best

Marcia followed, hips swaying, a satisfied little smile on her lips. “What the hell was that?” I asked. “What?” she said innocently. “You know I don’t like clumsy people.” I rubbed my temples, breathing slowly and heavily. “You hit her.” She shrugged, sliding into the chair opposite my desk and crossing one leg over the other. “She should watch where she’s going.” “Isabella works here.” “She’s a janitor,” she replied, lips curling. “You remember their names now?” I stared at her. Long enough that she shifted uncomfortably. “You were rude.”

He stood and watched subtly as she seemed to be making a call. "Sorry, Mrs. Bayer. The adjacent elevator is still under maintenance. Can I... take this one?" the janitor asked, dragging his heavy cart while pulling his hat down to obscure part of his face. Lavínia examined him quickly, as if trying to recognize something familiar, but nodded indifferently. "Of course, step in."