It exhausted me to walk towards the hospital while suppressing my drowsiness. Drowsiness couldn’t win over me, especially when I switched to the night shift.
I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area, the ambulance at the entrance of the ER, and the families crying and handling the paperwork for the morgue.
"Yhra, have you shifted?" The guard at the table joked with me as I approached for my time card.
"Yes, it’s my first day on the night shift. Suddenly, "I replied, then he checked my bag and signaled that it was okay.
"So, why did you move?" he asked me, and then I frowned.
Let it go, but I don't know either. I can’t do anything; I’m busy. " I smiled before running to the janitors’ locker room.
I don’t know which floor and ward I’m assigned right now. When I got up in the morning, I was on the ground floor and in the private ward.
"Yhra, how are you?" My colleague, who was on the show, greeted me with a smile.
Okay, you better go home. I’ll be home tomorrow. Then I put on gloves and a hairnet. With my face mask
That’s why I suddenly bought it today. You go straight to the boss’s office. He’ll give you the place. " I nodded and ran to our boss’s office.
You’re in the private ward again, and in Doc’s office. Remon wants to clean his room every night before he enters. " I nodded as I stared at the paper I had attached to my floor.
I was about to walk away when he spoke again, and I stopped.
In the morning, before you leave, take the dirty blankets and gowns to the laundry. I’m sorry they transferred you. The director wants the most neat ones. " I smiled at what the boss said. I was proud to be one of them.
I wanted to go to a private ward with only two people in it. And the others have one patient in each room.
"Hello ma’am, let me just clean up." I smiled and gave a greeting as I swept the entire corner of the room.
"Can you remove your mask?" Surprised, I turned to him. I raised an eyebrow.
Do it. I can’t stand it. "I can’t see the face of the person I’m meeting," he said, then his eyebrows rose, and I just removed my mask before arranging the garbage and the CR.
At the end, I mop so that I don’t step on my mop.
"Can you change my bed sheet?" After this, I approached him and he sat on the sofa while I took a blanket from the nursing station on their floor and then changed it.
"Thank you." I smiled as I walked out of her room.
He doesn’t deal much, but knows how to be grateful.
Almost all the people in the private ward are stuck and do not talk. They are often rude.
I smiled as I carried the clutter as I sat down and had two pairs of legs in front of me.
"What the heck? You’re in charge of this floor, right? " I furrowed her forehead as she wore a white dress in the mirror.
My face mask lifted as I nodded at him and stood up.
First, I'll clean my office.I’ve been waiting for the cleaner for a while. It tinged his voice with annoyance before he turned his back on me as I chased after him and carried my brooms and mop.
"See that blood? Clean it. And please change the curtain. " I nodded, and then I quickly pulled out the ballpen in my haste.
I was restless. I am scared and panicking now.
"What the heck! Be careful. Are you thinking about what you’re doing? " He yelled angrily as I knelt down and picked up the ball pens on the floor one by one.
When I stood up, my head hit the ledge of the table, testing his strength. I still feel dizzy from the force of my hit on the table.
Well done, Yhra. Your first night shift is ruined.
"Stupid!" he shouted at me before he grabbed my arm and lifted me when I fell on the floor. I was like a piece of paper that he lifted with his two hands and sat on his table.
"Take off that mask of yours; you can’t breathe properly!" He said this angrily, then left in front of me.
I failed to remove my mask while I was removing my hair net. The pain is real. It was like bleeding, with nothing coming out.
"It hurts?" he asked when the ice bag touched my head, and I bit my lip so hard that I wouldn’t complain. It hurts.
"Thank you, I’ll just do the net after I clean your room," I said politely, before acting down at the table.
He quickly slapped his right hand on the edge of the table and thought it was exhausting to meet me.
"No, I’m already here," he said directly, while the ice bag was still on my head and he was staring into my eyes.
"But, Sir."
"Shut the fuckup, Santos." I close my eyes to avoid his eyes, as if to melt you.
"What are you doing?" he asked me as the ice bag stuck in my head.
"Concentrating," I reasoned as the stress faded in my head.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t ask again. Hopefully, next time he will remove the ice bag from my head so that I can continue my work.
That disappearance made me smile, and I quickly woke up.
Wrong, wrong, and again.I opened my eyes to two pairs of eyes staring into my eyes and scorching the air between us.
The soft lips that touched my lips were gone forever. They were gone, and he seemed to lose time in the haste of his kiss with me.
His right hand, which was on my thigh, climbed into my womanhood and rudely tore my uniform.
I moaned as he tore and quickly restrained my hand before I could push him to his position.
The sound of him falling with the next one, of him pushing me horizontally on the table, of him going to the door to lock it.
I took advantage of him with his back turned, and I got up and left the table.
"Sir, I’m leaving."
He passed me, and I fell on the patient’s bed.
He tore my clothes as he stared at me as if I was food that he had just seen.
My body got hot when he grabbed my chest, and he seemed starving when he grabbed it.
I stopped moaning because I didn’t want to show that I liked what he was doing to me.
My hand went down to his chest, and he was about to push me when he immediately lifted my hand to my head.
"You can’t say no to me, Ms. Yhra Santos."
My hair stood on end as every massage that caressed my body was intoxicating and softening.
My body felt like it was on fire with each massage. I wanted to stop what he was doing to me, but what he was doing was too painful.
I moaned as one of his hands could not rest on the mouth of my womanhood as all my hair stood on end.
"T-that’s right," I stammered as I sighed at what he was doing. I don’t know how to push him closer to me. I am having a hard time with what he is doing. I feel like I can’t be bothered by him.
"So damn gorgeous," she shrieked, before letting go of my hand and lowering her lips to my womanhood.
I don’t know if I’m going to scream at what she’s doing or complain. I don’t want to let out my moaning with every stroke of her tongue. My grip on the bed is so tight while her grip on my thigh is so tight that she emphasizes it even more on my femininity.
"Please, t-that’s right." Then his tongue played even more there. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at what he was doing to my womanhood. I can’t handle him anymore.
Really, you want me to stop? He said foolishly before he took my hand and placed it on top of his pants. The look and foolish grin distracted me, he showed me.
"Now, you’ll touch my baby." Then he took off the zipper of his clothes and didn’t have any briefs or boxers at all. Just pants, nothing else.
My eyes widened as he took off his pants. Because he threw something somewhere in his coat.
"I want to break that tight pussy." I quickly touched my lips to his as he stroked his head on me, watching my expression.He seemed to enjoy himself while watching me while my penis was below me looking at him.
"Moan my name, say it." I looked at him as he quickly entered my mouth and my lips parted.
"S-sir"
"Remon," it said, while the facial expression
"Remon-oh." His hand immediately covered my mouth at the same time as he entered loudly.
It was as if I could urinate in pain and tears because of its size and length. I could not rest in his place as he lingered.
She watched the blood come out of my womanhood as I cried and her grip on my mouth loosened.
"Virgin, huh?" I looked up to stop my moaning because his every movement sped up as if I was losing strength. It hurt even more.
My nail is digging into his arm at the same time as he is digging.
"I-it hurts," I moaned while his attention was still on my face.
Later, you’ll be able to complain to me. He said foolishly before smiling and smirking, getting louder each time he entered me. It’s like I’m numb to what he’s doing; it’s crazy.
"Just a minute-ahh!" I moaned as he lifted my thigh up and my waist was on the edge of the bed while he was just standing there.
"Hmm, you are one of the hot janitresses I have seen in my life," she said. She is very sexy, and when you watch her facial expression, it looks like you will be taken away.
"Damn it, talk dirty!" he shouted, and I was surprised when he shouted.
"M-delicious," I said shyly, and then he smiled and sank deeper because I almost shouted out loud.
"I know, and you like this." His grip tightened, and I closed my eyes as my lips parted. I do not know what to do.
"Fuck, you keep meeting me!" He said, "His mouth is open. I find it sexy. " His reactions and gasps were so hot and addictive.
"Love this," he said as he lifted me up and leaned against the wall while I was very close to his shoulder. The taste was delicious inside of me. I feel like I could pee.
"Can I cum inside you?" I shook, and he smiled at me. His cocky smile made me feel more horny.
"Oh god," I whispered, blushing. He kissed my lips before speeding up, and I didn’t know where to turn my head because everything I could feel now was mixed.
I’m afraid we might get caught here and ask why I’m here instead of cleaning up. This is still my first day of my night shift.
It was delicious because I was experiencing something I never expected to enjoy.
And the pain, it hurts inside me. I’ve only come this far. I should have given my fiancé my first night, but I didn't.
If all men want to be the first to marry her, how can I have the courage now?
"A-ahh," Sir Remon muttered before he brushed my hair and almost broke my waist with the speed of his movement.
"L-Lesley," she mumbled, and I felt myself trembling at what she said and who she was. Who is Lesley? While I am with her now, she is speaking to another woman.
"S-sir..."
"Shut up and wait!" was his angry promise. When I was weak, I cried while trying to avoid his face.
That sick pain happened to me.
Suddenly, he pushed me and then someone hissed behind me while I was weak and took the clothes I picked up.
Fix yourself, janitress. I don’t want to see your face here. Do you understand? "
"Y-Yes," I said before he left.
I feel dirty. I want to go home.
