Tom, the Janitor

The quiet of the mall settled like a blanket over the dim corridors, the last of the lights flickering as the final stores closed up for the night. Tom’s footsteps echoed softly as he pushed his janitorial cart toward the booth where Jade had been stationed earlier. The familiar mess awaited him—fluid streaks smeared across the floor, the scent of sweat and cum still lingering in the air.

It was a scene he’d become accustomed to, cleaning up after Jade’s shifts as a Public Relief Attendant. But for Tom, it was never just about the job.

Her name floated in his mind, and as always, he felt a soft tug at his heart. He didn’t know her well—not really. Their interactions were brief, usually just occasional small talk, a bit of playful banter, or a quiet “goodnight” at the end of her shift before she disappeared to the showers. But that didn’t stop him from thinking about her, speculating about her life, filling in the blanks with what he wanted to believe.

Tom knelt down, scrubbing at the floor where she had knelt for hours, swallowing load after load with a grace that astounded him. He admired her for what she did. Not just for the way she handled the endless stream of men, but for how good she was at it—how natural she seemed in the role. She was in high demand, always busy, and yet, she never complained. She was tough, stronger than anyone gave her credit for.

But at the same time, watching her be used that way stirred something protective in him. For all her strength and professionalism, there was a vulnerability to the job, an exposure that made him want to shield her, to care for her in a way no one else seemed to.

Tom pushed the mop across the floor, his hands moving mechanically while his thoughts drifted. He didn’t really know what Jade’s life was like outside of this job, but he couldn’t help imagining. Filling in the gaps. Maybe she wasn’t happy. Maybe the pressure from law school, from her parents, from trying to balance it all was weighing her down. He’d overheard snippets of conversations, heard the frustration in her voice when she talked about her studies.

She was a law student, working this demanding job just to pay for her education, and the thought of her burning herself out made his heart ache.

She doesn’t deserve that.

He could see it in her sometimes—couldn’t he? That look in her eyes when she thought no one was watching, the way her shoulders slumped at the end of her shift, as if the weight of everything was pressing down on her. Maybe he was imagining it, but it felt real to him. She was like Rose from Titanic, the girl trapped in a life she didn’t want, **** to live up to the expectations of everyone else.

Tom stood, leaning on the mop handle for a moment as he stared at the now-clean floor. What if she didn’t have to? What if Jade could just… be Jade? What if she didn’t have to juggle law school, her parents’ expectations, and the job she seemed so good at? He believed she loved her work—she was a natural—but maybe all the other pressures were making it harder for her to truly embrace it.

In his mind, Tom could picture her living a different life. He dreamed about it sometimes, even though he knew it was just a fantasy. He imagined being with her, not just admiring her from afar. He’d be there for her, waiting at home after her shifts, a quiet presence to welcome her back. He’d take care of her.

He could see it so clearly: Jade, exhausted after a long day, coming home to him. He’d be in the kitchen, preparing dinner, something simple but warm and comforting. She’d come in, her body worn from work, her skin sticky from the mess of the day, but she’d collapse into his arms, happy to be home. He’d hold her close, tell her how proud he was of her, how amazing she was.

She’d rest her head on his shoulder, her large breasts pressing against him as she sighed in relief, finally able to relax after hours of being on display for others. She wouldn’t have to worry about law school or impressing her parents anymore. In Tom’s mind, she didn’t need to be a lawyer to be fulfilled. She just needed to be Jade, the Jade who was so good at her job, so naturally skilled, if only she could embrace it fully without the weight of everyone else’s expectations.

He smiled to himself, picturing it—the quiet moments they’d share, the life they could have together. He’d take care of her, be the one she came home to, the one who made her feel safe.

But it wasn’t just about her looks, though her large breasts certainly drew attention. No, there was something deeper about Jade, something **** that he sensed even though they’d barely spoken. He couldn’t help but think that she needed someone like him, someone who could see past the exterior and understand her struggles.

But what did he really know about her? Maybe she loved law school. Maybe she was passionate about becoming a lawyer and thriving under the pressure. Maybe she had it all figured out, and he was just projecting his own feelings onto her. Maybe she didn’t need saving at all.

Still, the fantasy lingered. The idea that he could offer her something different, something better. He could be her escape, her way out of the life that was pulling her in two directions. He pictured her happy, thriving in the job she was already so good at, free from the burdens that weighed her down.

But how could he, Tom Barnell, a janitor from the Flat Class, ever give her what she needed? He wasn’t part of the Bustocracy, didn’t have the status or wealth to lift her up. He was just a guy with a mop, cleaning up after her shifts.

But that didn’t stop him from dreaming.

With a sigh, Tom finished scrubbing the floor, the space now clean and sterile. He packed up his cart, pushing it toward the storage closet as the lights dimmed further, leaving only the soft hum of the air vents. He couldn’t help but think about Jade again, about the life he imagined for her, and the possibility that maybe, just maybe, one day she’d see him for who he really was.