Facility Supervisor's Secret Service

Brazzers

Alanah Rae, Barry Scott Pic(s)

The relentless hum of the industrial floor had finally ceased, leaving the cavernous facility in an unusual, almost sacred silence. Alanah Rae, the meticulous facility supervisor, made her final rounds, her sharp eyes cataloging every detail under the sterile glow of the overhead lights. Unbeknownst to the day shift, her duties extended far beyond inventory checks and maintenance logs into a realm of clandestine service. Her most critical task involved Barry Scott, the unassuming janitor whose weathered hands wielded a mop with surprising grace. Under the cover of night, they were partners in a delicate, unspoken operation to restore order from the daily chaos. Alanah would identify the most stubborn, grime-encrusted zones—the neglected corners of the executive breakroom, the perpetually sticky floor near the vending machines. With a discreet nod, she would signal Barry, who arrived with his cart stocked with unassuming but potent chemical allies. He worked with a quiet precision, his techniques a secret art form passed down through years of battling corporate filth. Together, they erased the evidence of a thousand hurried coffee spills and muddy footprints, leaving behind the faint, clean scent of lemon and ammonia. By dawn, the facility stood immaculate, a pristine monument to their secret, nightly partnership, ready to face another day of controlled pandemonium.