>2:00 AM
>Start of your shift as employee #5000
>its a shitty job but it pays well
>Arrive at KFP Headquarter with that shitty old car your dad bought you for your 18th birthday
>He died 7 years ago
>at least around this time there is ample parking space
>#5001 already waiting next to the employee entrance
>leaned against the wall, cigarette in his mouth wearing a T-shirt and blue latex gloves
>"hey #5000"
>"I have a name"
>"ready?"
>"let's just get it over with"
>you enter the lobby of the tower, looking at the reception
>a couple of security guards sitting around a small TV on the table, disregarding protocol to stay at the doors
>watching a soccer match, a foreign metallic voice echoes from the old TV
>they nod as you pass them and proceed to the executive elevator at the end of the hall
>as the doors open you are greeted by a cabin, with reflecting metal sides
>the diffuesd lamp in the ceiling is reflecting off the black granite floor tiles
>you push the button for CEO office & Penthouse
>as you feel the acceleration of the elevator a rhythmic ping indicates the floors you leave behind
>#5001 points at the elevator keypad: "heh, look at that"
>the button "Main entrance East & Lobby" is stained and sticky, fatty fingerprints on and around it, and noticably more glossy than the other buttons
>god fucking dammit
>you turn to #5001 "greeeeat, do you have something to clean this up with?"
>#5001 pulls out a tissue and gets to work as you feel the elevator decellerating
>trying to avoid your coworker you check your pockets and put on your latex gloves
>as the elevator comes to stop you step back to let #5001 leave the elevator before you
>"ladies first"
>"heh, man fuck you"
>as you leave you look back at the elevator console
>the button is now less sticky, and the gloss is gone but #5001 tissue left a matte trail on the reflective metal
>you would be disgusted, but you are aware this is little to what, or rather who, you are about to clean up
>you leave the elevator and instead of going towards the Penthouse entrance you go left
>#5001 already opened a large brushed aluminum door
>inside the fancy looking storage room are buckets, trash-bags, bottles with soap, a floor mop and something resembling a fucking zamboni
>you go past the assortment of cleaning supplies towards a sheet metal closet
>inside are two yellow plastic full-body-suits, the loose plastic looks like rain ponchos
>you and #5001 put the suits and two face-masks on
>you grab a bottle of all in one shower gel
>the label says refreshing lemon and sweet orange
>it smells nice
>#5001 stays back to select todays soap and cleaning supplies as you leave the room
>walking between glas walls there are offices left and right of the hallway
>you gaze at the shining city lights as you walk down the maze of corridors, the only sound being the crackling of the plastic suit
>you shove the plastic sleeves under the blue gloves as you approach the large oak door of the executive penthouse
>you avoid the splotches on the floor that accumulate the closer you are to the door, not that you have to make #5001s job any harder
>as you open the door you feel the warmth of the air through your suit
>the wooden floor is slippery at places, a trail of fatty and sticky shoe- and footprints leading you to the exec bedroom
>tenchou, or what remains of her sticks out of what can only be described as a puddle of cum on the large queen sized bed
>during your first times you would try to nut inside her, as per your employment contract
>but after a while you stopped doing that, and prefer getting done earlier
>there really isn't any point getting off to the feeling of your cock inside a bottle of sauce, fucking gross
>tenchou babbles quietly her eyes up to her eyelids staring a thousand feet away, a creepy wide smile on her face
>you don't even bother trying to talk to her, not that she would remember anything anyways
>so, as #5001 enters with his plastic cart of cleaning supplies you silently drag tenchou and heave her on your back
>her tits feel soft on your back as she leaks fluids and solids on the ground and plastic suit
>#5001 walks towards you and gives you a tweezer and a couple of zip ties smiling
>fucker probably enjoys this
>ugh...
