Half so Proud
Maddie finished her work for the morning, and Amanda gave her permission to wander around the office a little bit. She crawled out from beneath Amanda's desk and bowed to her before she left the office.
Her 'work' was to massage Amanda's feet and calves as the girl browsed fashion websites, picking outfits to order on the company card. Occasionally, Amanda would ask Maddie her opinion on something, which was the only break she got all day. Meanwhile, messages were flashing on her eyeglasses from other people at Loloth. People said things about Maddie like, "Lucky!" "OMG Miss Mathis is amazing!"
At least Amanda put some pillows under there for Maddie to sit on, although Maddie wished she wouldn't use it as her hamper for socks and underwear.
Maddie walked out of the office and made a left, exploring the suite of offices she had never seen before. The first office she came across reminded her of a goth's fashion sense. It was dark and moody, with Brazilian Ebony walls and a chandelier providing most of the light. A pale young girl sat at the desk, her hair dyed jet black with a blue streak in it. She wore a cutoff black t-shirt, tight black leather jeans, and big boots.
"Tag," Maddie called out.
"Naomi Viga. Age 24. Hometown: Austin. She used to make fun of her boss's Irritable Bowel Syndrome."
Maddie noticed that Naomi's office seemed to be smaller than her own, then she saw that there was a bathroom door right next to Naomi's desk. It was a weird place for a bathroom.
"Uh, so what's up with you?" Maddie asked nervously. Naomi paused her work and looked up, and Madison noticed the dark purple eyeshadow and eyeliner she had on.
"Ugh, it's awful. I used to make fun of Miss Christie's stomache problems. Now, the company gave her a bathroom right by her office for her to use all the time, and I work as her... bathroom attendant. Do you want to see what it's like in there?" Naomi asked, inviting Maddie to look in the bathroom. She nodded her head, and walked behind the goth girl's desk to take a look.
It was a rather small bathroom, maybe 4 feet by 4 feet with an especially low ceiling. There was barely room for a sink, a toilet, and a large stuffed pillow that took up most the floor.
"She can be in there for hours! She used to take medicine and watch her diet, to avoid flare-ups, but now she doesn't even care. And she'll leave me in there after she finishes, just to rub it in my face. There's no ventillation in there, by the way," Naomi fumed.
"I hate her. I wish I made fun of her more back then, for all this. Look at me! I used to never wear black!"
Sure enough, when Maddie tagged her, she was a smiling blonde in her profile picture.
"That sucks," Maddie said, but she was mostly thinking about her own problems. Why should she care what Naomi's going through?
"You have no idea," Naomi whispered. "Sometimes, she-"
But at that point the office door opened. A curvy blonde woman walked out, wearing strappy high heels and a black dress. Although she was a bit thick, she was still an attractive woman and impressively made-up.
"You're going to have to take that work in with you," the blonde woman told Naomi, "I think I'll be a while. I wish I didn't love dairy so much!"
The blonde woman's stomache growled urgently.
"Okay sure Miss Christie!" Naomi responded, cheerfully, a bright smile on her face. "As long as it takes. You know I love it in there!"
Naomi took out a stick of gum and started chewing it. Then her boss took a strip of duct tape that Maddie hadn't noticed in her hand, and put it tightly over Naomi's mouth. Naomi gave one more look back at Maddie before the door closed, and the sign switched over to "Occupied." Maddie didn't feel like sticking around, so she walked back the way she came, to go look for water.
She swallowed. Water used to be something she took for granted, drinking expensive bottles from France and Fiji. Now it was a humiliating ordeal for her to get a sip from the tap.
There were still the fountains, like the one she had used on the first day. But now, the only fountains she could use had 5 inch long spouts, and they would only give out water when she was giving them a passionate blowjob. NAMI coached her along the whole time, and she had to give the blowjob of a lifetime to get some water. The worst part, though, was that Amanda toyed with them so that they only dispensed hot water that tasted like black licorice. Maddie would spend ten minutes running her tongue along the spout, kissing it all over, and taking it deep into her mouth for just a few sips of gross water.
Not wanting to do that, Maddie steeled herself and prepared to get water the other way.
Maddie walked down to the courtyard and tried to pick a table to approach. She felt nervous, like she was in high school trying to pick which table to sit at.
Today, she was wearing a pair of Amanda's birkenstock sandals, showing off her natural nails. Girls of her rank were absolutely forbidden to wear nail polish, except at the request of their bosses.
She had on a pair of high-wasted shorts and a white v-neck shirt, and she was wearing one of Amanda's old bras and an old pair of her underwear. Since Maddie kept herself completely shaven, the underwear rested snugly against her crotch, keeping Maddie aware of its presence. The elastic had loosened up a little for all its use, making Maddie feel especially poor.
Maddie settled on a table with two Indian-looking girls that were eating lunch together. As she walked up the steps to the plaza, though, someone called out to her.
"Do you have my cappucino?"
Maddie turned to see a young Cuban girl lying on a red divan. She looked like Ana de Armas but with curlier hair, and she had the best pair of boobs Maddie had seen! Maddie noticed that there was a blonde white girl kneeling at the foot of the divan, worshipping the Cuban girl's feet. While the Cuban girl wore an elegant black dress, the white girl wore a 3/5 sleeve black mesh ballet unitard, thong cut. It barely covered any of her body.
"Um, sorry. I don't," Maddie answered, approaching the two.
"That's alright," the Cuban girl said back. Then she turned to the blonde, "You'll need to do better than that if you want your weekend free, Sophia! Otherwise I'll have to kennel you again. Kisses!"
