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Big Boss at the Bar
That was, up until his coworker Mia Harris was promoted into being the manager at the part of the company Quintin works at. Simply put, Mia was mean, and with her now serving as his boss, Quintin was put into a position where he’d be forced to deal with this attitude of her’s constantly. Adding insult to injury, this promotion was one that Quintin himself was seeking. Though he certainly worked hard enough to warrant the promotion, he was passed on thanks to his meek nature making him a supposedly bad choice for the job, and given her more assertive attitude and her “imposing” figure, as they put it, Mia was seen as a far better choice in the eyes of the higher ups. Ever since Mia received her promotion, Quintin felt as though his workload had essentially doubled as Mia seemingly got into the habit of basically dumping her own work onto him. As a result of this increased stress, the young man had started making routine visits to his local bar to relax after the long days. Quintin wasn’t much of a drinker himself, but he liked the bar’s atmosphere and the food was pretty nice so regardless he was able to unwind there. Today was no different. After yet another rough day at work, Quintin was spending his evening at the bar. At first it seemed as though this evening was like any other, but suddenly Quintin noticed what sounded like a woman crying. Being a rather empathetic guy, Quintin’s first instinct was to get out of his seat and investigate the sound, eventually running into none other than his boss Mia, sobbing to herself at a table full of empty mugs, a rather concerning sight. “Oh, Quintin. Here to tell me how horrible of a boss I am?” Mia asked in a slurred tone the moment she noticed her employee. “W-what? Why would I do that?” Quintin replied, not wanting to take a chance speaking his mind even with Mia being obviously drunk. “Y-you don’t hate me?” Mia asked as she perked up a bit with excitement as she got out of her booth to approach Quintin, who she promptly grabbed onto and shoved into the booth she had been sitting at before sliding herself back in, nearly sitting onto the small man in the process, “Let’s talk then, got it?” “Uh, sure...” Quintin replied, not really having any other option as he was essentially trapped with Mia as her large body blocked his only exit, not as though he’d have the strength to say otherwise regardless. “Thank goodness. Ya know, when I got that promotion, it really felt like everyone at the office turned against me. Like, whenever I’d walk in people would always groan and stuff.” Mia started to ramble, with Quintin just barely listening, “And home life hasn’t been much better. I’ve been looking for a man but no one seems interested...” “Oh, I see. Well, uh-” In an attempt to be polite, Quintin tried to find a way to reply, but he was at a loss for words, and his stuttering was soon interrupted as Mia raised a finger and leaned away from him, letting out a powerful fart in the process. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMM “Whew, ‘scuse me!” Mia joked as she playfully fanned the powerful smell of her gas, all the while Quintin did his best to endure the smell that now coated his small body. “Oh, uh, you don’t mind the smell, do you?” Mia asked with a little concern as she noticed her employee seeming to feel discomfort. “I-it’s not that bad...” Quintin lied, still held back by his polite nature. “Oh okay! So as I was saying...” Mia eagerly continued her rambling. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOO PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR As she continued her mostly one-sided discussion with Quintin, Mia let out more gas. The smell was almost overwhelming poor Quintin, but the young man managed to hold himself together despite this. This however ultimately backfired on the unfortunate young man, as it ended up leading to Mia getting the wrong idea about his intentions. “H-hey, you comin’ onto me?” Mia asked in a flirty tone. “W-WHAT?!” Quintin blurted out with embarrassment, snapping out of his polite nature out of shock. “You’ve been sittin’ here with me, listening to me ramble on and on about my love life, even with me fartin’ up a storm and everything.” The woman replied as she started climbing onto the booth’s seat. “Don’t be shy now, with an ass like this who could blame you?” she added as she wiggled her fuming, skirt-covered butt in Quintin’s face, much to his discomfort. “But I-” Quintin tried to reply, but was once again interrupted by Mia farting, this time directly in his face. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU Immediately after farting on her unfortunate employee, Mia lost her balance and fell back, landing ass first onto Quintin’s face, which had slipped up her skirt. “Well you know what, I accept your advances!” Mia said as she carelessly wedged Quintin’s face between her asscheeks, somehow oblivious towards his struggles under her. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUU PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMM For the next couple of hours, Mia remained seated on top of Quintin, having forgotten about him being down there at some point. This lasted until she eventually figured that it was time to leave. “Heyyy, how’d you get down there?” Mia joked as she looked back to find Quintin’s head lying in an ass shaped crater on the booth’s seat. Quintin of course was not all that amused, though he was at least relieved to no longer be smothered under his boss’s fat ass, assuming that he was finally done dealing with her for the night. Unfortunately, fate, as well as Mia, seemed to have other plans. “Hey, can you drive me back home? I don’t think I’m supposed to drive like this.” Mia asked, being apparently lucid enough to at least know not to drive herself home in her drunken state. “Oh, uh, sure. Where do you live?” Quintin agreed against his best interest, once again proving himself to be a total pushover. “Uhhh, I can’t think. Just take me to your place.” Mia replied, not sober enough to give her employee directions at the moment. “Okay...” The young man said with a sigh as he led his boss to his car. The moment Mia stepped into Quintin’s car, the small vehicle groaned under her weight, much to her amusement. Once she got in, rather than sitting as normally, she kneeled on the seat and leaned up against the car door, pointing her large ass towards Quintin in an effort to flirt with him. “Like what you see?” Mia asked seductively as she wiggled her rear at her small employee, who simply sighed to himself in response as he began his drive home. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA As luck would have it, Mia was essentially a loaded gas cannon, pointed straight at Quintin’s face. This of course meant that the young man was subjected to fart after fart during his drive home, and having to keep his hands on the wheel, all he could do was try his best to endure the strong stench until eventually they made it to the small apartment building that he called home. “I’m too tired, can you carry me?” Mia asked as Quintin parked in front of his building. Hearing this, Quintin sighed to himself as he obliged to her request despite having no interest in carrying a woman who was over twice his size. Nevertheless, the young man mustered up his strength and lifted up his boss, leaving his body trembling beneath the drunken lady. To his misfortune, Quintin happened to live on the second floor of the apartment building, meaning he had to carry her up the stairs on top of having to make his way to his door. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMM FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM While he struggled to carry her weight and the added suffering of her letting out more farts onto him, Quintin was eventually able to make it to his apartment. “Damn you live in a place like this? Hehe, your boss should really give you a raise.” Mia remarked as the two entered Quintin’s humble apartment, a bit underwhelmed by the home. “You don’t say...” Quintin replied under his breath as he placed Mia’s heavy body onto his couch. “Here, you can sleep on the couch. I’m going to bed...” The exhausted young man said as he left to his bedroom, ready to go to sleep after having dealt with his boss for several hours longer than he would have liked. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR About an hour after falling asleep, Quintin was awakened by a fart to the face, as he quickly realized that Mia had apparently climbed into his bed in such a way that placed her large rear mere inches away from his face, and to make matters worse, one of her heavy legs was pinning Quintin’s body in place. “M-miss Harris?” Quintin asked awkwardly. “Your couch was uncomfy. A lady like me deserves a real bed anyways, ya know.” Mia bluntly replied. “I see...” The meek man replied with annoyance, realizing that he once again found himself trapped at the mercy of his boss. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMM FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM As she went to sleep, Mia would continue farting in Quintin’s face. The poor young man was stuck in a position that would lead to a long and sleepless night, and to make matters worse, he had work tomorrow.
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