Me Clean Novels & Stories

It felt like the mirror was telling a secret that everyone was about to find out. "Wipe the glass," Chloe ordered, throwing me a bundle of microfiber cloths she’d grabbed from her kit. "And use the heavy-duty cleaner. If there’s so much as a fingerprint at chest height, Marcus will put two and two together." As I scrubbed at the glass, my movements frantic and jerky, Chloe was busy scrubbing me. She grabbed a pack of wet wipes and started rubbing at my neck, my shoulders, and my thighs. She was trying to rub Roman off of me. She was trying to erase the scent of cedar and sweat that seemed to have soaked into my very pores.

I stiffened but her kind and reassuring smile made my bravado falter and so with little reluctance I waddled towards the place that almost sent me into insanity. “Party tonight. Need to ready.” My tongue seemed to curl down in my throat at the reminder. I could just shove her out of the door while screaming not to bother but I know better than to risk Mei-hua's neck by defying Enrico's orders. It feels like fighting a losing battle. True to her words the bathroom was cleaner than the last time, though the tiles were marred with years of use and neglect the hardened filth had been removed and the bonus part was light, it was fully functioning, not the on and off thing that could make any bad

When I'm finished cleaning and just waiting on the fries to finish and the meatballs are keeping warm a call interrupts the music I'm playing. Ring! Ringg!! Ringgg!!! I look at the screen and see that it's Mekhi. "Hello," I say with a smile on my face. "Baby," he says with that deep velvet voice causing me to blush as it sends shivers down my spine. "Yes," I nearly whisper as my heart is racing. "I miss you," he says with a sigh. "I miss you too," I say back to him because if he were here I wouldn't be going through this trouble.

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.

I juѕt wаntеd her bоdу. "Whаt do уоu wаnt, Mare?" "Oh, Jаmеѕ. Hоw nісе оf you tо соmе bу." "Bе a dеаr and clean out thе рооl. Thе lеаvеѕ need to be gone and thе ѕіdеѕ scrubbed. Alѕо, take apart the filter аnd wаѕh іt оut. Chор сhор."

I spray a gentle, yet effective, cleaner onto a soft cloth, wiping down the interfaces and handrails, ensuring every touchpoint is sanitized and gleaming. The scent of the cleaner, fresh and clean, begins to fill the air, replacing the day's sweat and effort. Moving on, I approach the weights area, where dumbbells and barbells lie in organized rows, silent witnesses to the day's challenges and triumphs. I meticulously clean each piece, from the smallest weight to the largest plate, ensuring they are not only visually spotless but also hygienic for the next day's users. The metallic clink of the weights, as I return them to their racks, punctuates the quiet, a satisfying sign of progress.

Daniel’s bruise around the vein area is a deeper shade of purple than mine, as if his skin has been punctured with the needle way many more time than mine was. Standing up I try to cover up my naked self, my legs tremble as they are really weak from all the torture I have been put through. Slowly opening the bathroom door, I peek my head out expecting to get a gruesome look of the dead body he was stabbing last night. But I find nothing; there’s nothing, the room is surprisingly cleaner than what I remember it to be. My eyes examines the room to see if someone is around, when I’m completely sure there’s no one I walk out and try to find something to cover myself up.

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No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."