Keeping the Job
by S-Lore

PART 1

Clarence stared at his boss in disbelief. Struggling to find his words he ran a hand through his gelled hair. The slicked back brown locks got tangled between his fingers. He looked around the office fully attempting to grasp the words his boss had just said.

“Clarence,” She put a well-manicured hand on his knee. “I’m sorry but we’re going to have to let you go.” His body froze as she said it again. Then choking on the words, he finally spoke.

“S-Seriously?!” His voice came out raspy and laced in disbelief. “Karen…you can’t be firing me right now.”

“Yes, I can. We have to make cuts and you got to go. I’m sorry.” She sat back on her office chair, her tight pencil pants hugged her thick hips and flat waist. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and her thick black rimmed glasses sat high on her nose. Karen’s auburn eyes looked at Clarence indifferently.

She wasn’t really sad to see him go. As one of the few men in her division she hated seeing him have such a poor work ethic. She wasn’t really able to fire him before due to how bad it would look with her getting rid of the only male in her 6-team division. However, now with the opportunity to let any of her workers go without question. It was time.

Looking at her half-eaten burger king sandwich she licked her lips impatiently waiting for him to leave her office already.

“L-Listen, was it the report I messed up on last week?” Clarence asked getting more and more flustered.

Karen rubbed the bridge of her nose rolling her eyes behind her eyelids. “No Clarence…it wasn’t. It was more so just…everything. Now please you can finish out the day if you want but when you leave, I want you gone for good.”

Clarence couldn’t believe it. He was getting fired, today?! He needed to pay his bills and pay for his rent. He had blown a lot of his money the night before on a party and alcohol binge. So, he needed the money.

“Wait!” He said as Karen grabbed her burger.

“What?” She sighed putting it back down.

“I’ll…I’ll do anything.” He stuttered looking at her. Karen stared at him for a bit then pursed her lips together. Then standing up she looked him in the face, her perfume tingling his nose.

“Anything?” She said raising an eyebrow.

“Y-yes!” He said again.

“Hmm…” Karen put a hand on his chest then pushed him out of her office. “Fine. Come back tomorrow, I’ll let you know how to keep your job.” Taking a bite from her double beef and bacon patty she winked then closed her door.

Clarence sighed in relief then went back to his cubicle.

“What was it about?” He walked into his space and saw Haley sitting on his desk. Her legs were in a pair of fishnet stockings that went deep into the dark confines of her mini-skirt. Her blonde hair was cut short to her neck and her eyelashes batted at Clarence. She didn’t have a thing for him, but she was a huge flirt and he was decently attractive.

“She wanted…to fire me.” Clarence said then sat down. Her right leg brushed his shoulder making his pants stir.

“Wanted to? Did she?” Haley asked cocking her head.

“N-no. She said she’d tell me how to keep my job tomorrow.” Haley snickered covering her mouth with her hand.

“Good luck lover-boy.” She hopped off his desk then left the cubicle. Her hips swaying dramatically as Clarence stared trying not to drool. Thinking about it, most of the girls in the building was a babe. Fresh out of college like himself, all interns previously. He knew he had screwed up, but he had to fix it. Or else he’d be done for.

^^^

Clarence returned the next day in much better dress-wear, before wearing a half-tucked button up and gray slacks. He was now decked out in a sharp black suit with his hair done back. He knew he looked good. Well, as good as he could look.

Walking into the office he first saw Haley. She looked at him her mouth opening slightly as he made his way towards her.

“Damn…” She mumbled as he walked by. He knew he could do this. He had to, for himself.

The four other ladies all stood outside their cubicles watching him walk towards Karen’s office hungrily. He felt cooler than he had felt in a while, but something was off. They were staring, licking their lips, rubbing their hands together. Almost eagerly waiting for him to leave Karen’s office.

He had a slight suspicion on what Karen would make him do. Or at least in a perfect script written porno, he thought he knew what was going to happen. Clarence arrived at her door and knocked on it. He heard some moving around before the door clicked and opened. As it opened, he saw Karen.

She was wearing the usual. Black tight pencil pants hugging her thick lower half and a pair of flats. Her hair was in a pony-tail and her glasses framed her large beautiful auburn eyes. Her eyebrows raised slightly as he stood in front of her. Then smiling slightly, she beckoned him in.

“Looking sharp. Trying to impress me?” She asked as she shut the door.

“Maybe…did it work?” Clarence asked slyly.

Karen walked behind him then back to her desk. Sitting in her chair she pulled out a bag from burger king. Pulling out her usual she placed it on the desk then sighed. “Not really. But it doesn’t matter want to know what I’ve worked out for you?”

Clarence’s confidence tanked. Her apathetic attitude intimidated him. Starting to shake a bit from nerves he stuttered out. “S-Sure.”

Karen smiled at his chattering teeth then turned towards her computer. Pulling up charts and graphs she shrugged. “Unfortunately, after crunching all the numbers there’s actually no way for you to keep the job.” She paused letting it sink in. Clarence looked at her scared.

“B-But you said…”

“I know what I said. I was wrong, I apologize.” She leaned back taking a bite from her burger. Moaning her eyelids fluttered. “These are simply delicious, are they not?” Clarence looked at her in disbelief.

“Karen! You promised I’d be able to keep the job!”

“Hold it hot shot.” Karen put her feet up on the desk. “I didn’t promise anything.” As he inhaled to start his next rebuttal, she held her finger up. “So, like I said you can’t keep your job. Instead, I’ve got a different idea.”

He stopped talking then looked at her hopefully. She reached under her desk then pulled out a box. On it it had a big C.

“The C is for Clarence.” She chuckled to herself then cracked her knuckles. “So, here’s the deal. You’re going to basically do everything you can to make everyone in the office happy. Not just me but Haley, Samantha, Beatrice, Conner, and Joel. I’m talking everything from coffee runs to foot rubs. Understand?” Karen asked smiling smugly.

“Y-yes what’s the box for?” He asked thinking this might not be so bad.

“Well like I said the company can’t afford to pay you. So that’s your donation box. You can receive tips from the ladies around the office if you do a good enough job.” Karen smirked then took another bite of her burger.

“And what if I decline?” Clarence asked.

Karen rolled her eyes. “Then you’ll go from this gig,” Then she pointed to her burger king burger. “To making me burgers in a dead-end fast food job.”

“Deal.” Clarence said a bit too quickly. Then looking up he saw Karen put a five-dollar bill in the box. “What’s that for?” He asked confused.

Karen grinned evilly. “The next half-hour.” Then she stood up and pointed at her office chair. “Put your head on that.” Clarence looked at her baffled. “I need a more comfortable seat.” She put her hands on her hips locking the office door with her key.

“O-Okay…” Clarence sat on the floor then laid his head back on the seat. As his shoulders filled out the rest of the seat, he saw his boss step over him and straddle his body. Her large curvy rear packed in business pants made his eyes widen. Then she slowly sat down, her weight settling on his body. As she sat the chair rolled back into the wall bracing her back on the backrest.

He heard her take another bit as his face was rubbed into her butt. He had never been sat on before, he was still feeling it out to see if he liked it. Her cheeks rubbed his face softly making his dick stiffen; however, the light airy scent of her perfume had been perverted by a deeper scent. An earthy sweaty smell from the confines of her butt crack.

As he sniffed it a little more, he realized her ass smelled pretty bad. “Mmmphh…” He said something muffled into her butt, but she ignored him taking a gulp from her dr pepper. Then suddenly her stomach rumbled, and she burped lightly into her hand. Clarence’s eyes were looking around frantically. It was a little dark smushed under her, but he could see her back and her pony-tail dangling down.

Suddenly he heard another rumble. Moaning into her butt she leaned a bit to the side. He felt a heavier pressure on the right side of his face as she put more of her weight onto that side. Taking it as a quick break for air he sniffed in.

Bbrrrrbbbbbb…

Suddenly, Karen’s ass vibrated as a soft bacon scented fart rumbled from her tight pants. Clarence was shocked. Opening his mouth to voice his fear, disgust, and confusion she suddenly sat back down. His body flailed a bit more, but she remained seated.

“Cushions don’t complain.” Karen said through a smile. “I love these burgers, but they make me a bit gassy.” She giggled as he struggled more.

Bbrrrrrbbbb…

Without lifting up she grunted forcing a popping blast into his face. The opposing smells of her burger and the dairy from her breakfast filled his nostrils. He slapped her thighs trying to beg her for air, but she just started to type away on her computer.

“Keep complaining but the rest of the girls in this office are excited to do this same stuff with you. It might be the only way you can make money. Now before I take my donation out of your box for being a bad cushion would you like to reconsider your struggling?” Clarence mumbled under her then stopped struggling. “That’s better.” Karen smiled then wiggled her bodacious booty on his face. “Now I’ve got plans for you. What do you say we up it to an hour and I tie you to my chair next time? Maybe we could do this every lunch break?” Karen giggled as he moaned.

Ssrrrppp….

Another warm airy fart blew itself out into his nostrils. He coughed into her ass making her moan from the vibration. Then sighing happily, she kept working, poor Clarence trapped beneath his boss’s ass, for five bucks.

When she finished her last bite, she grunted trying to stand up.

BRRRBB!

A loud clapping fart slapped Clarence in the face making Karen burst into laughter. “Sorry my bad! Gotta stop eating such greasy food.” She giggled then helped him to his feet. Then handing him the box she ruffled his already messed up hair. “Now take your donation box and get used to your new job. If you’re a really good helper, the ladies might give you more money than you made previously. Good luck! I think Haley requested you specially right when I was done”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Clarence said stumbling out of her office. The hairs in his nose were burned off from the point-blank gas he had just been exposed too. As his vision cleared, he saw the ladies giggling and pointing at him.

Then walking passed them he made his way into Haley’s cubicle. She looked up at him grinning ear to ear. She was wearing a pair of gray silky leggings and a cute white sweater. Her round face was beaming with joy as he walked in.

“Hey handsome.” She held up a fifty-dollar bill and fanned her face with it.

Clarence’s face perked up at the sight of it. “Is that for me?” He asked holding out his box already sliding easily into his new job. Besides the fart stuff he figured he’d do very well with this.

“It’s for you if you earn it.” She smiled deviously folding the bill up and putting it into her shirt. Then pointing back at her seat, she smiled smugly. “get your face down there.” She bit her lip as his eyebrows came together.

“W-what?!” He asked nervously. “You’re not going to sit on me too are you?”

“Oh? I see Karen took my advice. Interestingly enough Clarence…” She bit her lip pushing his head down onto her seat. “I’ve got quite the fetish for having taller powerful guys under my ass. I love the domination…and I suggested it to Karen. Looks like she agreed.”

“This was your idea…?” Clarence said scared as her bubbly gray butt jiggled over his face.

“You bet your sweet ass.” Haley giggled excitedly than lowered her ass. “Kiss it and remember that tip I might give you.” She smiled as his lips immediately began to worship her ass. “Good boy.” Hayler sighed happily then took a seat.

For the second time that day Clarence’s nose was pushed deeply against the asscrack part of a woman’s pants. Sniffing a bit he coughed from the sweaty mix of her musky scent and her slowly dampening panties.

“Ooo…Clarence keep that sniffing up. Feels good. I might even throw in a bonus.” She groaned happily beginning to type on her keyboard. Clarence sniffed painfully through his nose. He cringed from going from staring at this beautiful babe and fantasizing about penetrating her to literally sniffing her ass.

“You know Karen treated all of us to fast food for lunch. It was great and I think it was to prep us for your first day. Better get used to it lover boy.” Haley smiled happily as she rubbed her legging clad crotch.

BbrrrBBB!

A completely different gas bomb struck him. It was so different from Karen’s. it hit him practically as a different consistency. While Karen’s were airy and loud Haley’s seemed to seep into his nostrils like a thick beany paste. Gagging from the smell she wiggled her hips rubbing louder.

“I hope you like…Chili…” She gasped a bit as he moaned vibrating her pussy even more. “Oh God…” She moaned rolling her eyes back into her head.

Clarence loved her ass, it was round, soft, and he’d gladly eat it all day. The farts were a bit much. Gagging on the smell he moaned again, but if he could make fifty bucks, he’d force himself to withstand it. He just prayed that the rest of the girls didn’t plan on using him the same.

Spprrttt…

“That was wet. Smell it.” Haley laughed evilly as he moaned under her. Hearing his sniffing she felt herself shudder with pleasure. The nipples under her shirt perked up as her legs twitched and beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.

After sniffing up the rest of the fart, Clarence moaned again making her groan. Then putting two and two together he continued to moan louder and louder until she was basically gurgling with pleasure. Her hands couldn’t stop themselves from burying themselves in her pants. After five more minutes her shaking hands pulled themselves out of her leggings.

Her orgasm had been wonderful, all the while Clarence had been smelling her ass and whatever small farts slipped out during the process. Haley smiled at him goofily then put an extra twenty in the box with the fifty.

“When you’re done today, come back and see me.” She winked then giggled going back into her cubicle. Clarence coughed from the lingering fart stench in his nose then turned around.

His eyes widened as an enormous cleavage faced him, an inch away from his nose. “H-Hello Samantha.” He said slowly looking up.

“Busy?” She asked looking down. Out of all the girls in the office, Samantha was the babe. She was tall, wore heels, a red skirt, and had wide hips. On top of that her breasts were large and perky, two words that hardly went together. She was an Asian beauty with straight dark black hair curled nicely at the tips.

“N-not at the moment.” He said scared of her doing what Karen and the Haley had done to him.

“Good.” She smiled then grabbed him by the arm. Pulling him into her cubicle she sat him down on her chair.

“A-are you going to use my face too?” He asked.

“Do you want me to?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

Clarence looked her up and down then bit his lip. She was smoking hot. “Are you gassy?” He asked, the answer determining how he would decide.

She blushed from the question then cleared her throat. “Yes, very.” She confessed making him sigh.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t use my face then. I’ve had enough farts today.” She nodded then sexily sat on his lap.

“Hate to break it to you, but after me you’ve got a lot more farts to sniff.” She then put a ten-dollar bill in his box and started to work on her computer. She let several loud farts rip across his lap, but he thanked her every time for it not being on his face. She just responded with a slight smile then a promise to not expect such generosity every day.
Sighing he realized he’d be doing this for a while, and the days would only get harder from here on out.

PART 2

His first day had been…a little rough. After he had lost his old office job, Karen had offered an alternative. It had sounded promising at first! He rather liked all the hotties he got to work with and preferred not to leave them all behind for flipping burgers.

However, the new job proved to be rather tricky. Clarence had been used as more or less a flatulence absorber by Karen, his boss, and Haley his hot work buddy. Samantha farted on him, but in an incredible act of generosity, she had used his lap, not his face. But her words haunted him.

“Don’t expect me to be as nice next time.” Her promise scared him. She was taller than him and had the widest hips in the office. Her ass would flatten him. Yesterday had been a chore, but today would be even harder. Today he had to deal with Conner and Joel.

Walking into the office, he flinched when Haley called out to him.

“Hey, butt, boy! Guess what I had for breakfast!” She yelled, making the other girls giggle as Conner stood up from her chair.

“I heard about yesterday. Is it true? Did you actually smell Karen’s farts?” She stated bluntly making Clarence blush.

“I-I wouldn’t put it that way.” He stuttered.

“That’s exactly what he did. And you can do it too if you want. I know I’m going too.” She said, staring at him evilly with her stone-cold face and almond eyes.

Conner giggled, putting her hands on her hips. “Well then come over here and sniff my chair.” She had a pretty nasty temper, and throughout Clarence’s time working there had always given him a hard time. He started to walk over to obey, but Karen interrupted.

“Hold on there, Conner. Aren’t you ambitious?” She shook her head gesturing for Clarence to enter into her office. He walked in glad to get away from the blonde brat.

“How was yesterday?” She asked, smiling slyly.

“Terrible. I had to suck farts from your ass. How do you think it went?” Clarence said, putting his face in his hands.

Karen nodded slowly, “Interesting. Then why’d you come back?” She rose an eyebrow making Clarence freeze.

“W-what?” He said.

“You heard me.” She smiled again, “Listen I did the absolute worst to you yesterday, that’ll probably happen in this office. Farting in your face, that’s pretty nasty.” She said fanning in front of her nose for extra effect. “And yet, you came back. If you hadn’t, that would have answered my question.”

“What question?” Clarence said.

“If you would do it again or not, of course.” Karen shrugged. “And you came back. So naturally, looks like you would.” She smiled again pulling out ten one-hundred-dollar bills. Clarence’s eyes widened.

“Conner won’t give you any tips. She likes to be a bitch. So, take the money, and consider it a bonus for being so dedicated to your new job.” Karen leaned back putting her feet on her desk. “Oh, also in a little bit you’re going to be eating my farts during my lunch break. So, it’s a small down payment for that as well.” She smiled as his face turned pale, “See you in a bit.”

Clarence left the room walking straight into Conner. She stood barely shorter than him with bright green eyes and straight blonde hair. She had a sharp chin and major RBF. She was wearing a maroon blouse and tight light blue jeggings. Her legs were thin, but she had thick calves and a booty that stuck out firmly from her ass.

“You just gonna stand there? Or are you going to put your face in my office chair?” She pursed her lips as Clarence sighed and got on his knees in her cubicle. She walked in and leaned against the wall smirking as he slowly hovered his face over her worn leather seat cushion.

“Nose pressed against.” She commanded stomping closer in her high heels. Clarence pressed his face into her chair, sniffing audibly to please her. Her hand still wrapped itself in his hair, holding him down.

“What’s it smell like?” She asked, making Haley snicker from her cubicle.

“Beans…” Clarence muffled out as she rubbed his face in it.

“Mm…bet it does. I had taco bell last night. Let loose on this cushion while I was fixing the paperwork YOU FUCKED UP.” She slammed his face into the cushion again as he moaned from the humiliation. “Now tell me you love it.” She said.

“I love it,” Clarence mumbled.

“Love what?” She asked.

“I love the smell of your cushion.” He said going red.

“Is that it? What on my cushion makes it smell good?” She asked evilly.

“I love the smell…of your farts.” Clarence said as she giggled.

“Good to know.” She let go of his hair. “Face up; I’m gonna fart up your nose.” Clarence moaned as he rolled over and laid the back of his head on the cushion. As he opened his eyes, he realized she was already straddling his chest. Without another word, she sat down and popped a piece of gum in her mouth.

She chewed vexingly as his nose pressed against the soft tight seam of her denim leggings. With each breath in, he smelled a stronger sample of what had been on her cushions. Her grunted into her butt as she shifted her weight back further to smother him better. At the sound of his complaint, she slammed her heel into his foot, making him wince. It wasn’t traumatic pain, but enough to shut him up.

“Sniff my farts, loser.” She rolled her eyes, putting her hair into a ponytail. Clarence succumbed to her demands sniffing her ass painfully as beefy gas slipped out, soiling her leggings. She smirked with each bomb, making him choke down her gas for close to half an hour.

Her fun couldn’t last much longer as there was more than her in the office. As he sucked on a particularly nasty one, Haley walked into her cubicle with her bottom lip sticking out.

“Hey…can I have him now pleaaaase?” She batted her eyelashes, making Conner roll her eyes.

“Fine…But I want him again before my shifts up.” Conner stood up and looked at her seat. Clarence’s face was still screwed up from the rancid farts he had taken from the bratty girl’s ass. Conner blew him a kiss laughing as he slid off and crawled behind Haley to her cubicle.

“You ready for me now?” He heard her voice from above him. Looking up his, eyes popped out of his head. Haley’s skirt was flipped up her back exposing her long pale legs. She was wearing a black thong and thigh high stockings. Her ass stuck out marvelously making Clarence’s heartthrob.

Looking further up, past her ass, he saw her holding a hundred-dollar bill in her fingers. His eyebrows then narrowed. “D-Do I have to smell your farts?” He asked, thinking he already knew the answer.

“Mmm…Maybe.” Haley said shrugging. Then she giggled. “Only if one comes out. You get to eat my ass.” She giggled again turning a bit red at the thought. Her knees shook a little from excitement as Clarence stared at her silently.

“Eat…it?” He said. He was unfamiliar with this sexual action. Haley wasn’t. She nodded, biting her lip.

“You spent plenty of time sucking on Conner’s gas. I thought you might like a break.” She wiggled her hips slowly making, her cheeks jiggle like they were jello. The ass on this girl was crazy. Clarence had to stop himself from drooling as she slapped her cheek.

“O-Okay.” He nodded crawling forward. Her butt was directly in his face. He could feel the heat from between her cheeks. Reaching up, he grabbed her cheeks but, she slapped his hands away.

“Spread them with your face. Just bury yourself in there.” She said moaning at the thought as she grabbed her chair and bent over a little.

Clarence pushed his nose into the crevice between her cheeks. He felt the smooth skin change immediately to a slightly stickier flesh as he neared her asshole. The smell got a bit heavy as the sweat that manifested between her globes began to soak into the sides of his face. AS he pressed into the back of her ass, he heard her moan. There he felt his nose against the thin fabric piece covering her hole.

Sticking out his tongue, he began to bite and lick her ass. He wasn’t very good, but she was into it. His teeth made her hips rock as his tongue made her mouth gape open and gasp. Licking faster and faster her, muscles relaxed and, her mind went blank. It didn’t take long before-

Brrrpp!

“Oops…” She muttered an absent grin, spreading across her face.

Clarence grunted as the eggy smell shot up his nose as he licked below her hole. She giggled grabbing, his hair to keep his face in her cheeks.

“Don’t stop, if you want to get paid.” She bit her lip harder as he stuck his tongue under her thong. She gasped and felt her legs trembling harder. Finally, it was too much to bear she fell to her knees letting him go as she gasped and held her hands between her legs.

“I-I NEED A MINUTE!” She said frantically, as her nipples poked out from her shirt and her panties grew increasingly soaked.

“Guess it’s my turn.” Clarence turned to see Joel watching from her cubicle. She was directly across from Haley and had been watching most likely the whole time. She was smirking and motioned for Clarence to come over.

He walked over and sat down in front of her, still panting from being smothered by the last girl’s ass. Joel was a short flat-chested girl. She didn’t have much to offer in the back either. She had short black hair pulled up into a bun and thin-rimmed glasses. She was wearing a pair of black work pants and a black long sleeve. She pushed up her glasses and smiled. Behind her eyes was a complex, intelligent pool of constant thought.

“It seems Karen has given you to us to be used as a slave. Just for some cash, is that right?” She asked, cocking her head curiously.

“Yeah…It is.” Clarence blushed, hearing his situation put into such few words.

“Interesting,” Joel said softly. “Then I have something for you to do.” She smiled. “Go to Samantha’s cubicle and ask to suck on her toes. No. Scratch that. I want you to BEG to suck on her toes.”

Clarence looked at her horrified. “What?” He said shrieking a little.

“You heard me.” Joel said. “Haley over their gets off to having a tongue up her ass, I guess.” Joel shrugged. “I like to watch.” She got a gleam in her eye as she pushed her glasses up again. Then standing up she pointed over her cubicle to Samantha’s desk.

Clarence shook his head. “That’s too embarrassing I’m not doing that.”

Joel nodded in understanding then pulled out her purse. “Of course. I forgot about your motive.” She then pulled out a few fifties. “Will this suffice?” She asked.

Clarence looked at them, then sighed. “Yes.” He snatched them then began to walk towards Samantha’s desk. Joel followed behind him watching every step he made. Clarence felt a chill go down his back as the thought of being watched from behind bothered him much more than he thought it would.

He stopped at Samantha’s cubicle staring inside nervously. She was sitting on her chair, typing on her computer as he walked in. She was wearing a red button-up blouse with buttons struggling to hold in her breasts. Her long legs were wrapped in tan leggings that if she had not been direct friends with Karen would not have been allowed in a workplace.

“What? Did I ask for you yet?” She asked, looking up from her desktop.

“Uh…n-no But Joel-“He started but felt someone hit him hard in the back. He jumped from the shock but figured out what it meant. He swallowed nervously then forced himself to move forward. “C-Can I suck on your…” He started feeling his face get very hot. Swallowing again he saw her almond eyes stare daggers at him.

“Suck on my?” She said in disgust, “So far not a great start.”

Clarence got redder; then he exhaled loudly. “Samantha, can I suck on your toes. Please…” He added the last word weakly feeling another smack on his back. “Please, can I suck on them!” He said more enthusiastically.

“My toes?” Samantha said, raising an eyebrow. “Sure. But I won’t pay for it.” She said, slipping off her heel. It landed to the ground with a loud CLACK. “You’re one of those foot freaks, aren’t you?” She asked, sticking out her heel. “Enjoy, just don’t complain about the smell.” She smirked going back to typing on her computer.

Joel sat in the cubicle across from Samantha’s watching secretly from the darker corner of the room. Licking her lips, she saw Clarence get on his knees.

Clarence gingerly took her heel in his hands and lowered her foot to his face. He gulped as the stink rose up into his nose. It was a thick earthy smell. Like mildew and old well water. Popping her big toe into his mouth he felt himself gag but held it in. Sucking slowly on it like a pacifier.

Samantha didn’t look down but made some small talk.

“I won’t be going easy on you today. After this freaky foot shit, I’ve got some plans for you. Okay?” She said authoritatively. Clarence nodded, sucking harder on the toes.

He continued making sure Joel got a good show of it. After twenty minutes of switching toes and feeling like his lips would fall off, he finally heard a scutter behind him as Joel left and went back to her desk.

“This was Joel’s request, right?” He looked up at Samantha, who was looking down at him now.

“Mhm.” Clarence nodded speaking through the sweaty foot.

“You don’t have to keep sucking.” Samantha smirked.

Clarence popped it out, getting embarrassed again as Samantha put her foot back on the ground. “When Joel works, you’re going to get double me. She has a bit of a thing for my body.” She said, looking down at it. Just be patient, and she’ll pay you well. People pay a lot for sex.” She smiled, then stood up. “Now, speaking of which. Your payment for today will be how nice I was yesterday. No cash. But get your face on my seat.” Her voice hardened as Clarence’s eyes widened. “I’ve got some wicked gas to fill you with.” She said without smiling.

Clarence shook his head slowly. If he wasn’t getting paid, why would he? However; Samantha’s hands grabbed his collar and threw him into the seat. His wrists were quickly strapped to the arm-rests by some duct tape in her desk. She then taped his mouth and began to pull his hair, causing him great pain.

“You do what I say! No matter if I pay you or not. Understand?!” She annunciated her demands whilst pulling his hair harshly. His eyes teared up from the pain as he quickly nodded and screamed into the tape. “Now. For hesitating, I’ll add an hour.” She started a clock on her phone then straddled his face. Clarence screamed as her massive rear jiggled like two watermelons over his face.

She was the Niki Minaj, Iggy Azalea, and Cardi B of the office. A massive ass that could swallow anyone’s face. Clarence pulled against the tape as he saw the sweat line up her ass crack. She wrapped her fingers around his restrained hands, resting her weight on the arm-rests as she lowered her ass.

With a long soft grunt, she rested her rump on his face. His screams were muted through the mountains of flesh as his nose slotted up her soft asscrack. In direct line of fire, his nostrils pressed against the center of her ass. She could feel his deep painful breaths as he sucked in her stink.

Samantha continued typing as her stomach gurgled relentlessly. Now that he was trapped, like a fly in her web, she could start to torture him verbally. This was always her favorite part.

“God, I going to literally fill you with gas.” She sighed patting her stomach. “I had rice and beans for breakfast. That always kills my stomach. You should have smelled the lady’s room like an hour ago. I killed something in there.” She laughed as she felt a vibration from Clarence’s face as he moaned or made some noise of despair.

Now it was time to treat him like a cushion. Making sure to type loudly she made it seem like she was just back to work. Clarence felt the crushing weight on his body as most of his senses were stripped away. He couldn’t move, had lost sight, and his hearing was severely muffled. All he had left was smell. And Samantha was ready to absolutely destroy that.

BRrrrrrrrrrMMMMRRrppppppp….

A fat vibrating fart pounded against his face. Clarence felt the gas bubbles not pop on his face, but sink into his nostrils and explode in the back of his nose. He screamed as beans were pumped into his throat through his nose as Samantha didn’t get up. The airtight seal forced the fart straight into his lungs, making his eyes water and his stomach to do flips.

BRRRRRRRRRPPP!

Next, a louder explosive fart pushed past her leggings and across his face. The fart was too big to fit in his nose and sprayed across his face like a liquid explosion. He screamed again, but no one outside of five feet could remotely hear any noise but Samantha’s bombs. At one-point Joel returned to watch, but Clarence was oblivious to anything but Samantha’s farts.

Worst of all, he was doing it for free. He moaned, remembering the magnitude of her gas on his lap yesterday. He wished he could return to that day, but the days of Samantha’s mercy were limited. Most days, he was going to find himself trapped in a similar situation. Sniffing her ungodly gas.

The farting kept on strong until about forty minutes. After that, the next twenty minutes were more of just smother torture. Samantha enjoyed playing with Clarence’s face. She loved molding his face bones under her fat ass. He suffered immensely from the weight, but finally, the timer went off. Just in time for lunch.

He gasped for air as Samantha slowly stood up. He screamed into the tape as she removed his wrist restraints then finally ripped off his gag. He fell to the ground coughing and gagging from the farts. With no words, he attempted to crawl out of the cubicle but met face to toe with Karen’s feet. Looking up, she smiled down at him.

“Lunch-time.” She helped him up and brought him to her office.

“I can’t do it. Not THAT!” He said as soon as she shut the door.

“Yes, you can.” She said calmly opening her burger king bag.

“No, I can’t!” He shouted, sitting down heavily. He then heard a loud plop as Karen’s huge greasy burger slapped down on her desk.

“Would you rather be making these? For nine hours a day? Coming home covered and grease, smelling like food, sprouting acne from all the sweat and food?”

“N-No…” Clarence said softly.

“Of course not.” Karen smiled. “Besides you signed a contract. Which means if you quit, we’ll take everything you own.” Karen produced a contract from her desk, making Clarence shoot up from his chair.

“What?!” He shrieked, grabbing it to read it frantically. Sure, enough the contract he had signed when he started stated that he legally had to uphold any verbal agreements between him and his manager for a year. She then held up a tape.

“I even recorded our agreement yesterday. So, you can’t back out.” Clarence couldn’t argue. This had to be illegal. He knew it wasn’t allowed. But he did not know law, and didn’t want to risk it.

“Fine…” He put his head in his hands. “But can we cut out the farts?” He asked gagging a little.

Karen laughed, “I’ll talk to the girls. But until then,” She turned around, “I’m going to eat standing up, open your mouth and wrap it around my asshole.” Clarence moaned and crawled over on his knees. She was wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday, still unwashed.

Opening his mouth, he put his lips around her pencil pants. They tasted a little salty from sweat, and his nose picked up the sweaty scent of her ass.

Prrrbbttt….

Her first fart echoed in his mouth softly. He winced from the blast but kept his lips firmly around. Sucking it down like a straw. Karen took a big bite scrolling threw her phone as she listened to him gag.

“Tasting it?” She asked through a mouthful. Clarence responded with a couple groans making her smile softly. “Yeah, figured as much.”

BRRRRRRRRRMmmmmmpppppppgrrrppppp….

The next fart was much longer and almost made him tear away, but Karen looked back at him with a stern look. Clarence knew he needed whatever money he could get. He swallowed the liters of gas as Karen watched and ate.

This went on for all of lunch, concluding with Karen allowing him to lay his head on her seat. She finished up the hour ripping up his nose. Clarence’s toes curled as each fart swept through him to clear out his sinuses. Finally, Karen got up and handed him a twenty. He looked at it disappointed then heard Conner call him back over.