The boss shifts awkwardly on her chair. BRRRRrrrrruuuuuppp!
She sighs in relief.
Below her, under her ass, Martin softly shook and cawed, trying desperately to survive breathing in the boss' putrid gas.
PRRRrrrrpppp!
"MMm, it's good today, isn't it, Martin?"
"Mrrumm," I mumbled, in the affirmative.
"That's a good boy; you've learned well."
She lifts up off my face, clutching her stomach; FRRRRRrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuupp!
The putrid stench paints my face with an almost visible cloud of gas; and she sits back down, proudly, sealing me in with her stink.
After what felt like forever, she finally lifted up and pushed me back; a sign we were done. I coughed as silently as I could as I desperately heaved to get oxygen back in my lungs.
"That's enough, Martin; you're done, I need to speak with you about something rather important."
She looks down at me from her standing position as I breathe heavily, trying to recover from her gas attack.
"Martin, I'm a bit sorry to say this but, I can't justify you as an expense anymore. Your position just isn't necessary; and, as much as I don't want to lose you, I no longer have the money to pay you."
I just look at her blankly, I can't believe this is happening. After all I did for that bitch; literally sniffing her ass!
"There's really only one way you could stay."
"What's that?" I ask, hopeless at this point.
"You'd have to convince the other employees to lose their bonuses this year."
I think hard for a moment; how difficult would that be? Probably impossible. Or maybe not, maybe it's worth it...no, fuck, what am I saying; I could just be free and get away from all this. Finding a new job might be hard though...is this really so bad. No of course it fucking is, you're sniffing gas for a job; that's no life. But it is...sorta easy...I guess. The money's not bad now. Temporary pain, life time leisure; maybe I should give this a shot.
"Well?" The boss asks.
"I'll do it, I'll try to convince them."
"What a determined little sniffer you are, I knew I picked the right nose for this job; hahaha!"
Oh, god...I'm her fucking pet; her slave
"Well, get going; you've got a lot of work to do, Martin."
I exit her office and head to the first desk; it's Janet, she's the only one her kinda nice to me. She says Hi at least.
She sits, working dutifully at her desk; the computer monitor reflecting off her glasses. She sees me approach.
"Hey Martin, how's it going?"
"Not bad, not bad...um...I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, shoot."
"Uh, well, they say I'm going to get fired."
"Oh no, that's terrible"
"I know, it really would suck; but there is hope. Um...which is why I'm here. I have to convince everyone to not take a bonus this year to keep my job."
