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The Office Assistant
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: 2006


“YOU’RE FIRED, JOHN! Now get out of my office, pack up, and get the hell out!” The door slammed on me as I walked out of Mr. Bogards office. God he was such an asshole! I fumed angrily to my tiny cubicle. Grabbed anything I could from the desk, mine or not, and walked out. I was so fucking done with his shit! But then again, this had been my 4th job this month I had been fired from. Maybe the problem was me not him, or any of my other bosses, maybe the problem was me. I guess I am kind of a lazy guy and I just do enough but apparently that just doesn’t cut it these days. People want the extra mile these days.

I walked out of the office and onto the street. I traveled the same street I had all this month looking in the windows of the tall business buildings for Help Wanted signs. After a long sea of nothing I had finally found one that looked very promising. There was never a job opening listed before at this building and that made me very excited. Perhaps here I would not be fired so easily. But I was getting ahead of myself, I wasn’t even hired yet. I walked in, headed up to the 8 th floor and inquired about the job opening. Within 10 minutes I was walking in the boss’s office for a job interview. I stood near the door waiting to be told to sit, that always impressed the bosses. I glanced over at the desk and noticed the name plate. It read Ms. Janet Myers. The boss was an incredibly attractive woman who wore a tight business shirt and semi-long skirt. I tried to look discretely at her but I probably failed.

“Sit down, Mr.…uh….”

“Peters. John Peters.” I shook her extended hand.

“Yes, Mr. Peters. So why do you want a job here?”

“Well to be perfectly honest, I had lost so many jobs and since I saw this place had an opening I thought I would try my luck.”

“I see. So you don’t even know what this job actually is do you?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” Instead of her face frowning, as I had expected, she smiled wide upon hearing this.

“I see. We’ll the job is office assistant. As office assistant you will do whatever is requested of you by any of the employees of this office.”

“Fantastic, sounds like the perfect job for me, I could really make a home here. Incidentally, though, what’s the pay like?”

“Oh just about a 6 figure sum monthly.” I coughed brashly.

“6 figures?! Are you serious?!”

“Absolutely.”

“Wait, is this some illegal operation going down here?”

“No, not at all. This is just a well off publishing company in need of an office assistant. So what do you say? Do you want the job?”

Without thinking I said, “Yes. Yes definitely!”

“Great, you start immediately with a job for me.” I was shocked that in a matter of minutes I went from unemployed to earning 6 figures a month…but then, I was even more surprised when my new boss rose up from her chair and removed her skirt. She walked to me pulled me out of the chair and forced me to my knees. I looked up at her in fear and confusion just as she placed her sizable ass right upon my face. “You see John, it can be very stressful day to day and sometimes you just gotta release that stress on a poor helpless soul. You release your tensions out on him and you feel better, you know?” In all honesty, I had no idea. I was too busy wondering why the hell my new boss was sitting on my face. The boss wiggled around a bit, presumably to get comfortable, and then without any warning at all she farted right from her panty covered ass into my naked face. The smell hit almost immediately and I was soon choking for dear life as she grasped my head and held my ass to her face, forcing me to endure her horrible gas. After a few seconds, that seemed to pass like hours, she released my head and I fell to the floor.

“There now. Much better don’t you think John?” I didn’t know what to think. I was dazed and confused and still choking from having to sniff her horrible emissions. “Well, I feel better any ways.” I tried to shake off the dizziness and walked to the exit door on her office. “Oh John?” I stopped but did not turn around or respond. “I forgot, here is the key to your office. I hope you enjoy it.” She threw the key to me, well at me, and I failed to catch it. I reached down, picked it up and walked out. I thought about walking out of here and never coming back. Whatever the hell that was in there was horrible and wrong and no doubt if I hung around I would have to do it again. I walked to the elevator and pushed the button. The elevator slowly came up and in the interim I looked around the office. It was quite surprising to me that there were no men in the office, only women but I didn’t think much of it, I was leaving here permanently anyway. When the elevator finally arrived I noticed two figures stood close behind me. The door opened I was pulled back and onto the floor.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“Uh…I’m leaving, this job isn’t for me.”

“No, I’m afraid that won’t be happening.”

“What? You can’t keep me here.” The pair of lovely women laughed, lifted me up like nothing and pushed me into a darkened room with no windows. The door shut behind me and all light was gone. I quickly began to panic. I was not a fan of the dark and I stumbled around for a switch. I finally felt something like it and flipped it and the room filled with a very, very dark lighting. My eyes soon adjusted to the light and I saw the room was completely barren. It was a carpeted floor with nothing else but blank, white walls. I guessed this was my office.

I paced the floor for hours wondering what was next and, for some foolish reason, wondering if I was still getting my 6 figures. What can I say, I wanted that money. I also tried to figure out what was happening here and what of the event in the boss’s office. The pictures came back to my head all too vividly. Her panty covered ass coming closer and closer to my face and then the farts she released. I shook off the feeling and tried to clear my mind. I decided I would try to rest a while and think about it more later. I lied down on the floor in the corner and soon fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later. It was 1:30 p.m. and I was starving. Then I noticed a small container near the door and a fork. It was a bit of Chinese food, some noodles and rice thrown together in a to-go container. I gobbled everything except the box and then sat, waiting for whatever was next. I didn’t have to wait long, the intercom chimed above.

“Attention staff, this is Ms. Myers speaking, I hope you all had a nice lunch. I would like to take this moment to mention that our new office slave...err...I mean assistant Mr. Peters is here and ready to help in any way possible. So far he has done a very good job with an assignment from me so don’t be afraid to use him whenever you need him. He is here for you. Thank you.”

The fear built up inside me, who knows what I would have to do for these workers. I recoiled to the farthest corner of the room when I heard the lock being opened. Things went in slow motion as I heard as loud as my own heart the mechanisms in the lock clicking into their proper positions. The door opened and bright white light filled the room. The door quickly shut and the light was gone and now I was temporarily blinded. I heard sounds of movement but saw nothing. Before I could recover from the lighting change, I felt my head being lifted and then pressed against a soft fleshy surface. I had finally recovered and I finally saw my terrible position. I was being held against a tight, jeans covered ass. Before I could make sense of any of it a fart ran through. The force of it was so strong the air could be felt as it passed from ass to my face. My body fought and I tried to move my head away but the hands behind my head held my face there, forcing me to take in these horrible emissions. A few seconds later, I dropped to the ground choking and sputtering. I was so busy with that I failed to see that my tormentor had not left yet and now was bare assed!

“Noooo! No please!” I managed to choke out. “Have mercy!” Laughter could be heard as the ass descended closer and closer to my face. She was no sitting on my face, my nose deep within her crack. I fought underneath her but she did not move an inch. Then, she pushed down on my chest forcing me to expel all my air and then she blew a nasty blow that must have lasted at least 5 seconds. She sighed in complete relief as I struggled for breath under her. I fought harder and harder to get away from the stench but it was no use. She sat for 5 minutes more as the gas hovered in the tiny space between her ass and my nose and then she finally rose up, put her clothes back on and left the room without looking back once. I coughed and nearly threw up on the floor. The door opened behind me and I looked back to see another woman coming in and she was carrying a stool with her. She had long and sexy legs and, when she reached the center of the room, she gestured me over, sensually, with her finger. I did not move. Her pleasant face suddenly turned to anger as she rushed over to me and kicked me in the face. She returned to where she was standing previously and gestured for me to come, this time angrily. I crawled over, weak and weary. She positioned me onto my back and then placed the stool over and around my chest. The chair just barely fit around me. She then sat on the stool and removed her shoes, she had no socks on. She stuck her naked foot in front of my mouth and I caught whiff of an awful smell. I stared at the foot and then up at her face and watched as her face quickly turned impatient.

“Well?” She asked. I didn’t know what to say or do. Before I could respond she kicked up her feet and landed them hard on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I gasped for breath. “Well? Get lickin’!” Ugh, I thought to myself. Did she say lick her feet? What the hell was wrong with these women? I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out to lick the foot outstretched in front of me.

This went on for another 2 hours. I had dealt with 2 more foot tormentors and 5 general abusers (yelling, hitting, whipping, kicking, etc.). It was all awful but I was so glad to be away from farts. It was about 5 p.m. and no one had been in for a while. I was guessing I would be off the hook for today. I didn’t know what to expect when it came to when this office closed. Would I be allowed to go home? I guessed not...who would come back? Would they chase me if I didn’t come back? The questions spun through my head so much so that I did not noticed someone come into my room. She did not talk; she stood about 10 feet away from me. She just stared at me, no real expression on her face. I did not talk either, I stared right back at her. I watched as she slowly proceeded to 5 feet away from me and then stopped. The suspense was killing me but, fear was also in my mind. What was she going to do, I questioned myself. This went on for another 10 minutes. I took my eyes off her face to examine her clothing. She wore a tight latex, full body suit, so tight it appeared as if it was air tight. Suddenly, I watched her face scrunch up and then relax, BRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP! She had farted, but she was far away that I did not smell a thing. PBBBBBBBTTTTT! Another fart. I had wondered what the heck she was doing here if she wasn’t going to torture me. 3 more small farts exploded from her and I was thanking God I was not near her ass when those went off. She stood there, farting at intervals for what seemed like a long while. Then as she turned around I caught sight of something hideous. A huge bubble had collected around her ass. The suit was airtight and all those farts she had released were now swirling around in that large pocket. I screamed in terror as she came towards me, butt first.

“Mr. Peters, I just wanted to you to sink your face into what I have been brewing up,” the woman said, seductively.

“Oh my god, please no. Please....no!”

“I’m afraid I must insist, Mr. Peters.” I watched as she was less than an inch from my face. She put her hand on the zipper. Everything went in slow motion. The sound of the unzipping was deafening in my head and then, with one swift motion, my head was plunged into the bubble and pressed hard against her naked ass as the air escaped from the bubble like a deflating balloon. The blend of the combined farts was deadly as I choked and sputtered but she held me tight next to her ass. In less than 15 seconds, I was out like a light.

“Good night, Mr. Peters.” That was the last thing I heard.

This went on and on, day after day. I took torture and that was knocked out by the lady in the tight, latex body suit. I was never released, I just slept a fart induced sleep every night and woke up in the morning to do it all again. Days went by, and then months. It was a year later, that I actually noticed something strange happening. When women came in, I felt feelings of joy and excitement. I could not wait for them to sit on my face and let out a nice fart on my face for me to smell. I no longer minded licking every single toe of these lovely ladies. As my enjoyment increased, I happen to notice they became angry but I could not tell why. On one particular day, no women came to my office to “torture” me. It was about 4 p.m. when Ms. Myers came in. I was excited to see her, she would be a new experience because she had never come to torture me, I only sniffed her wonderful ass on the day I started and I remember that I had hated it. Now maybe I would be able to show her how much I love it.

“So, Mr. Peters. The women tell me you aren’t much fun anymore.”

“What do you mean, Mistress?”

“Mistress, huh?” She laughed and I smiled. “Well, they say that you have been enjoying your torture lately and that is not what we want. We want our “office assistant” tortured and suffering.” I looked at her strangely. She smiled as if she understood my confusion. “I am unfortunately going to have to let you go.”

“But....but...I love it here.”

“I’m sure you do but you no longer have a place here.”

“Alright.” I got up to leave but Ms. Myers quickly slammed the door shut.

“Nuh-uh, not before you sniff my farts, you don’t.” She smiled as she removed her pants and underwear. My eyes went wide with excitement as she pushed me to my knees and sat on my face. Then she farted, again and again and I loved every second of it sniffing and sniffing her wonderful ass gasses. I had enjoyed them so much that I had forgotten that I needed oxygen and after a few minutes without it, I had passed out but joyfully.

I woke up in a sweat. I found myself in my bed. Was it all a dream? The morning sun seeped in through the mini-blinds of my bedroom and I walked in my boxers to the kitchen. It was 11 a.m. but I didn’t care I didn’t have a job. I got fired yesterday. I made a cup of coffee and then walked to the couch. The mail dropped to the floor from the slot. I walked over to pick it up. I flipped through the seemingly endless pile of junk and bills when I came upon a strange letter. The return address read: “Myers Publishing.” Wasn’t there a “Myers” in my dream? I ignored it and opened the envelope. I read past the heading and stopped when I reached the date. 2007?! Wasn’t it 2006? I checked the date on my watch, it read 2007! Oh my god! What happened to me for a year?! I kept opening the letter and out fell a small piece of paper. I picked it up. It was a check for......$4 million! I read the letter.

 

Mr. Peters,

Here is your 12 month paycheck in the amount of $3,600,000 and a $400,000 bonus. You did a good job! If you are looking for someone’s farts to sniff, please come by my office...I’ll always have some waiting for you.

 

Sincerely,
Janet Myers
CEO, Myers Publishing

 

I was shocked. For once, I would have a nice, humble but comfortable life. First, though, I wanted to pay a visit to a certain office.

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