Janitor Novels & Stories

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.

Gianna was nodding at something the janitor told her when Louisa walked in after handing Mrs. Heather a tip. The little girl smiled at her mum, picked up her backpack, and bid the kind janitor goodbye as she obediently walked straight to the car as told by her mum. "Hi," the janitor began, stopping Louisa on her track, "I'm Ruth. Nice to meet you." "Louisa." She simply replied taking in the appearance of the lady who looked too old from stress and depression rather than age.

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

I dropped to the floor behind the heavy oak desk. "Come out, Elara," a voice called out. It was smooth. Professional. "I know you're in there. I saw the light." I gripped the handgun I had stolen. My hands were shaking. "Who are you?" I shouted. "I am the janitor," the voice said. "I clean up the messes the family leaves behind." The Cleaner. He walked into the room. I could see his shadow stretching across the floor. He was moving slowly. Methodically.

"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."

“I got it. But if you want, I can clean your desk for you.” I nodded. We walked back together. His steps were heavy but smooth. Inside my office, he wiped the desk with quick moves. His muscles flexed under his shirt as he worked. I sat in my chair and watched. Heat rose in my cheeks. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on my computer screen. “You are Magrete, right?” he asked while he cleaned. “Yes. And you are Mike.” He looked surprised that I knew his name. “Most people just call me the janitor.”

🍆The Janitor's Watch🍆 **Janitor's POV** My name is Marcus. I’ve been cleaning these university halls for twelve years. Late nights like this are usually quiet, just the hum of the vending machines and the occasional creak of old buildings. But tonight was different. I was pushing my cart down the literature wing when I heard it. A moan. Low, feminine, and unmistakably sexual. It came from Professor Hale’s office at the end of the hall. The door was closed, but the sound carried clearly in the empty corridor.

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

The janitor, his face contorted with rage, fought back, his movements surprisingly agile, his strength Alex reacted instantly, lunging at the janitor, tackling him to the ground, knocking the USB drive from his hand. The janitor, his face contorted with rage, fought back, his movements surprisingly agile, his strength belying his unassuming appearance. "You won't stop us!" the janitor snarled, his voice a guttural growl, his eyes filled with fanaticism. "Lilion Corp will fall! The Syndicate will prevail!" May rushed to Alex's aid, grabbing a heavy paperweight from H