Big Boss Brinda
by skunkyfarts

It was a sweltering day in Deja City, a record high for the tenth day in a row. The beaches were packed with people enjoying the water and hiding under umbrellas, people were packed into different buildings trying to dodge the heat, and one particular woman named Silvia Whimsly was heading towards an interview. She had an interview as the secretary for the woman who owned Deja citty, the woman it was all named after, Brinda Abigail Deja. The salary was a smooth million dollars to work a on-demand shift, meaning her hours would fluctuate. The blonde-haired beauty with blue eyes and red lipstick sure was excited. She arrived in the parking lot and checked everything. Her powder pink blouse was perfect, her necklace was in place, her earrings were ago, her jacket was in her hands to put on when she arrived in the building, her pencil skirt was wrinkleless still, no runs in her pantyhose, and yes, she could now put on her high heels. The only thing she knew about Brinda was two things: one is that she was a powerfully rich person who loved throwing around that power, and two was that she was a nonconformist of the highest order. She’d wear whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, do whatever she wanted wherever and whenever she pleased, say anything to anyone, address anyone anyway; she was bold. The biggest factor was that she was also elusive, having banned any videoing of her person, and scarcely appearing in the public eye; many have forgotten what Brinda Deja looked like.

Once inside the large building, she placed her black jacket on and approached the meet and greet desk. “Yes, my name is Silvia Whimsly, and I have a ten o'clock interview with Ms Deja.” She didn’t dare call the woman anything else! The security at the desk eyed her up and down, the males seeming to disrobe her with their eyes. This made Silvia very uncomfortable, but that’s when she noticed the Desk worker; the woman had a small look of pity on her face. Why was any of this happening? “I’ll ring Ms. Deja and let her know you’re coming, you’ll want to go to the top of the building, floor 66.” She spoke, “That’s her own personal floor.” The woman had her own floor? Not her own office, not her own area, her own fucking floor! She gulped nervously and walked her way towards the central elevator, her heels clicking and echoing through the place as the main floor was oddly quiet. When she stepped into the elevator and started going up, she stopped several times. At one point, a woman had to ride a good distance with her, so they started a conversation.

“Where do you work? Big building no way everyone knows each other.” The stranger spoke up, staring over Silvia, who had calmed down some.

“Oh, I don’t yet, I have an interview with Ms. Deja on the 66th floor.” She commented in a tone that was certainly happy, but also leery, examining the woman's reaction.

“Oh that’s wonderful, yeah, the old Secretary had to leave us due to mental health issues, and ever since then, the Big Boss has been itching for a replacement. Her own productivity has gone down without one.” The stranger commented, “Sorry, I work in efficiency, and I see everyone's numbers every month.” She nodded and stepped out whenever she was at her floor. Silvia only had four more floors to go, and she started to get nervous again. The elevator seemed to slow down and get so much smaller; she could feel the room spinning around her, then the ding brought her back to reality. The moment the doors opened, she could see something rather impressive, a large space divided into different rooms with black glass walls. Each one was hard it see in, but some had tables and shelves with drawers, others had computers set up, doubtlessly a separate one for something specific. Then suddenly she heard the clicking of high heels, the humming of a mizo soprano, and the smell of something foul. Body odor! The closer those foot steps got the stronger it got until she could hardly take it and covered her nose, that was until the woman came before her with a name tag that clearly read Brinda Abigial Deja. Then her hand dropped like lightning. Did the nonconformist forget to shower and wear deodorant for like a month?

“Silvia, right? Silvia Whimsly? Thank you for being early. I hate people who waste my time. I’m Brinda Deja, and most people call me Ms. Deja, but as my secretary, you’ll have a different title for me, if you join the crew that is. Now, if you’ll please step with me into my main office, we can begin our interview, and you’ll be able to see your work station.” Brinda whizzed the words out so fast, like a video talking about side effects. Brinda turned to walk, and that gave Silvia time to process what was before her. The woman was thick, very thick, yet she had a certain muscular look to her, she looked like she lifted a lot of weights but didn’t cut back on the carbs. He rmutli colored hair was shoulder-length, with blunted bangs. The base was colored blue, but there were purple highlights throughout. She wore a corset and a tight top, which highlighted her curvaceous figure and her broad hips. Her bottoms were a short, plaid, black and purple layered skirt. She chose to wear combat boots that stopped just at her thigh. The woman was certainly expressive with her appearance and didn’t hold back on wearing whatever she wanted.

As the two walked, Silvia found it difficult to follow behind the woman; she produced such a potent aroma that she thought her nose hairs were going to burn off. Then something strange hit her. Rancid, foul, eggy, it was a short punch to her nose, and she had to grip it and pinch it shut. She was almost certain this titan of a woman just let out a fart, and boy howdy did it reek! That smelt like something from the bowels of hell crawled up her and took residence in her colon. As she dared to lower her hand, another one hit her, and this time she chose to keep her nose shut and breathe through her mouth. That was when she could taste it, the tiny punches of poots pelting her precious palate. She was doomed if this woman kept this up, and they were going into a medium-sized room, too? Great, maybe this job wasn’t worth it if she did this all the time, but then she remembered the one million dollar salary, she would never in her life get another chance. That was when she noticed they were now inside the office.

The room was spacious and round-shaped, like a circle really. It only had the one exit, which made sense since the whole floor was hers. She noticed a desk sat across from another desk, the one that Brinda chose to sit at was much larger than the one in front of her, but both were pretty sizeable. A soft leather chair awaited her as Brinda took a seat, spewing gas all the way down in a silent fashion; most of it escaped, but some of it was trapped in the folds of her ass and between the chair. “Let’s get to the nitty-gritty. Your typing speed is good enough, today we’ll be conducting a working interview and if you pass you’ll get the job right away and stop today, is that okay?” Brinda asked, even across the way, Silvia could smell her foul farts that lingered, her potent body odor, and now a hint of onion and garlic breath! She also noticed this room was much hotter than the other rooms, and more humid, which allowed the stench to cloud around the room in thick pockets, and one of them seemed to be enveloping her!

“Uhm, yeah, that sounds great. When do we collect paychecks here? What is the dress code? I noticed some business casual and others business formal. When do I take my break? What is the progression in the company at this point? I love to grow and evolve in my workplace.” Silvia seemed ot have all of the right statements and attitude. Brinda smirked, giving her a stare for just a moment as if she were thinking, leaning back in her chair she put both her arms behind her head and allowed the full force of her body odor to escape, at the same time she spread her legs wide, her potent cunt stink flowing freely, then there was those silent farts that seemed to carry the other scents around the room. Silvia’s head went dizzy for a few seconds as she took in all of this stench. Biting her lip, she didn’t want to cover her nose in front of her boss; maybe she had a reason for smelling this bad?

“You collect your check weekly, every Friday, so this Monday is the start of a pay period, and at the end of the week you’ll get your check. The attire is… well, the attire impresses me. As my secretary, you’ll be with me in meetings, on external engagements, and more. I’ll want your fashion to complement mine, so every morning I’ll send you a photo of what I’m wearing, and you can plan accordingly. You’re not expected to be here until ten, so I certainly hope that’s enough time to prepare. As for growth, if you are dedicated and show your talents, you can take on other responsibilities in the company and gain higher pay. You’ll also be up for a yearly review where we gauge your salary and see if growth is needed.” She stated, this whole time she never once moved, her silent poots pumeling Silvia relentlessly. “If you haven’t heard, I’m a severe nonconformist. I LOVE breaking social norms, so you’re in for a ride. Now, accessing the computer in front of you is MS Word is pulled up and ready. I’ll be giving a dictation, and it’s your goal to write it down correctly, without stopping or pausing. This is to simulate you doing your job under stress, as I need someone who can hold up to high stress situations.”

Silvia didn’t budge; she was determined to earn that job. If it meant smelling some rancid farts and the boss's body odor, she could deal. Maybe Brinda would let her wear a mask to work, like in the COVID days, she could take it off whenever she was in public. She sat up straight, aligned her chair, and made sure the computer was ready. Setting the margins and font quickly, she spoke up “I’m ready whenever you are, Ms. Deja.” She didn’t have a better name yet, so would this do? That was when Brinda stood up, the trapped gas under her ass was freed, and she clung to her skirt as she walked from around the desk and over to Silvia’s side and slowly began to pace back and forth. This wafted those potent build-up bombs right past Silvia, but the woman wouldn’t dare take her hands off the keyboard. “Dear Mr. Richard Snale. I regret to inform you that I won’t be able to make the summit this year. I have a previous engagement with another company on the other side of the globe, so as you can see, nothing would get me there fast enough for the summit.” Silvia was typing so quickly she felt like she typed the words as they flew from her mouth, almost having to guess the next word. Every so often, she’d make a typo and go back and correct it. However, in the middle of her second sentence, Brinda, ass right next to Silvia’s face, let loose a butt bomb beyond belief. It fluttered her skirt for a good ten seconds, and the sound was so bassy and wet that Silvia feared she was going to get an anal shower. Brinda didn’t stop talking the whole time, which caused Silvia to fall behind in the messaging as it was hard to perfectly hear her through that awful sound, and focus past that putrid aroma.

Brinda wasn’t done. “... So to reassure you that my commitment to the summit is genuine…” She rattled off again, talking so fast as before. Then three of those farts flew fast and ferociously her way. Luckily,y Brinda’s butt was more behind her than to the side of her. One was a high-pitched squeaker that lasted about ten seconds, another was guttural and bubbly, sounding more like a muffler on a loud car than a fart. Fart number three, fart number three was something Silvia thought she’d never forget. It started so high-pitched, then gradually it burst into an eardrum-rattling splatter, making Brinda’s ass cheeks flap and her skirt blow completely up, That’s when Silvia noticed Brinda was still walking and talking, and she had to do her best to hear everything the woman said. It was hard as her fart had a Doppler effect on her ears as she walked in a small line back and forth. The fart that still raged started to die down into violent slaps of her ass once every so often, and then the last aftershock erupted and had the most vile eggy smell Silvia ever smelt in her life. She was silently gagging while big tears from her eyes smacked the keyboard as she typed. She had never once taken her eye off of the clock, this woman had been talking and farting for ten whole minutes. When was she going to shut up! The farts continued the time passed, and Silvia struggled to keep her head up, feeling it dip and her vision fade as it went on. Her lungs hated every breath she took, burning for something clean, something that didn’t smell like ass! She had forgotten she put on perfume this morning; it was annihilated in the swampy, humid, smelly sauna of an office. Then.. Brinda stopped.

“Okay, now read that back to me?” She demanded her voice, seeming to warp and slow down as Silvia processed what she was asked to do. She wanted her to talk, to suffer inhaling this stench for longer by reading this winded speech? This woman wasn’t of this earth; she was from hell!

“Yes, Ma’am,” She mused in a fake happy expression, her voice sounded hoarse already from how dry her throat had become in the gagging. As she started to speak, Brinda kept her walking up. One fart again blew that skirt up, but it was silent and violent, shooting a faint yellow haze over her. Was she imagining things, or had this woman's farts become so vile they could be seen! Each word felt like her mouth was bathing in the fart stench as it rushed inside and coated every bit of her mouth. Another fart made her cheeks slap again, but this time she was much closer so she could not only hear the wet, disgusting slaps and squelches, but she could now see, out of the corner of her eye, the large, bodacious bottom performing the action, and somehow that made everything so much worse. Yet another fart was a series of farts in actuality, a rapid machine gun pushing past something firm; the thing reeked of raw sewage as it was clear Brinda was about to blow. She let her stomach gurgle violently; it sounded similar to four monsters having a fight over food, the vicious beasts trying to rip one another apart to feast on the small morsel. Brinda felt her belly rumble and smiled as she let it build up, hearing the woman near the end.

Before she could get too close to finishing, Brinda paused on the side of the desk and poked her butt out, about two inches from her face. When the skirt left, Silvia was greeted with those stained purple panties. The yellow haze was now concentrated and blinding her vision in waves as she tried to finish, starting to cough now at each and every word that struggled to come out of her lips. She long since knew the woman was doing this on purpose, but did she have to do this? Still, Silvia was determined to get this high-paying job; literally, no one else in this city would’ve hired her if they found out she turned this position down anyway. It would be akin to declaring she was superior to the richest, most powerful woman in the city! That was when her mind seemed to break. If she wanted to be impressive, then impressive Silvia was going to be, at least to get this job right? She finished the last word of the dictation and lightning quick reached in and kissed the farting woman right where her asshole should be. Her own hair blew backwards as the fart enveloped her; her eyes were red from so many tears, and as she came back, she was just gagging, forced to finally hold her throat and pinch her nose shut, attempting to block out the stench. “It's… It’s so bad,” She finally shouted.

Brinda smirked and returned to her seat, looking the woman right in the face. “You still want the job? Now that you know what I’m going to do to you? What will you be working around? I’m not going to stop, I’ll fart around you whenever I please, and yes, I expect you to work through it, breathe through it, live through it. You kissed my glorious glutes, and that was good of you. I’ll be commanding you to worship my body as I see fit. You are my notice, so I can focus on work.” It all started to come together in Silvia’s mind far too quickly. This lady got off on all of this sick torture, and she wanted Silvia not just for her typing skills, but for her sexual pleasure as well! Silvia quickly contemplated this; she really didn’t think of herself as the sexual type, let alone a Lesbian. She was so focused on her career that she was still a virgin! But the twenty-three-year-old girl had heard of people at the top doing such things. This was at least somehow known in the company, since the poor and pitiful looks now made sense. Finally, Silvia thought of the opportunities that could come her way just for staying in this filthy bitches orbit. She was certain to make connections to get out of this hellhole, but keep her pay.

“Yes. I’ll do it. I’ll be your secretary… your sniffing secretary, I guess you call it?” She giggled, trying to make light of her situation. Brinda responded with the nastiest, longest fart she had; it sounded like her giant cheeks were clapping out gigantic bubbles. The yellow fog covered their area again, and Silvia did her best to breathe it in in front of her boss, trying to exaggerate the motion for her pleasure. Her lungs finally started to burn, and she broke into a coughing fit before gagging violently as the boss's yellow fog soon turned dark brown!

“Then you can sniff that while I go to the toilet.” She smiled, getting up and walking out of the room before closing the door. While she was gone for about twenty minutes, that stench stayed in the air, the brown fog swirling with the yellow haze just like a soup in the air. Finally, around thirty minutes had passed, and Silvia was grateful her boss hadn’t come back; this was the cleanest air she had had in over two hours! Her dreams were shattered, though a beep was heard from an intercom in her office, and it was none other than Brinda. “There’s toilet paper on the left side of my desk, fourth drawer, bring it to the bathroom. Exit the office and go straight to your left.” She commented quickly, expecting to what something back.

“Yes, Ma’am” She stated before reluctantly getting to work. She took her sweet time finding the toilet paper; however, not wanting to go near any bathroom with Brinda in it. However, she eventually found it and started to walk that way. As she got closer and closer,r the stench of sewage entered her nose, closer and the smell became complex with Brinda’s eggy farts and filthy cunt smells mixing. As she finally got to the bathroom door, she braced herself and opened the door. Instantly, a billow of brown cloud covered her and darkened her vision for a whole minute before the room was finally ventilated enough to see. Silvia had dropped the toilet paper, clenching at her throat and punching her chest, trying to get the smell out of her body. She breathed, and brown fog came from her mouth! “Oh Merciful….” She was cut off by Brinda’s booming voice.

“Bring the toilet paper here now!” She ordered as her ass continued to blast debris-filled butt bombs into the toilet, the sound echoing in the toilet mightily and reverberating off the walls. Silvia looked down and saw the toilet paper and reached down to get it, however, her lightheadedness caused her to fall to her knees, unable to get up due to her weakened condition near such a biohazardous breeze. She crawled on her hands and knees, holding the toilet paper in her mouth, it was a whole twenty feet to get to Brinda. The bathroom was adorned with gold; even the toilet seat was gold, and the outside of the commode was covered in platinum. She was literally filthy rich! That’s when she noticed the toilet paper in her mouth was the softest, plushest toilet paper she’d ever felt. A cough left Silvia every thirty seconds as her parched throat couldn’t handle this any longer. She dry heaved as she got closer to her eyes, crying yet again, returning to that swollen, reddened state. Finally, she extended her hand and handed over the toilet paper

“H–here you are Ma….” She tried to speak weakly before she was cut off again.

“You're my secretary now, you can call me Mistress Brinda. See, we’re on a first-name basis that makes us close, right?” She smirked. She reached out for the toilet paper, putting it behind the toilet, then with her other hand, she grabbed Brinda by the back of her neck and pulled her close. Spreading her legs wide, Silvia was brought ten inches from Brinda’s cunt. That was when the toilet gas blasted out of the opening, and Brinda grinned, holding her there. Silvia did try to jerk out of instinct, especially when she heard Brinda’s stomach gurgle again. Knowing good and well what her farts could do now. Brinda didn’t hold back; she finished her deed, blasting those bombs beautifully. Sometimes her face would contort, and she’d push on her gut with her free hand to get things moving again. Either way, another fifteen minutes of this torment, and Brinda wiped and drug the woman out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut, and down the office, giving off tiny toots with each step she took as her body emptied.

“Alright, lunch break for me. Then it’s your turn,” She stated calmly. “Today I have reservations with two of the board members, at Fusion italy, one of the high-scale joints.” She comments, looking her over. Soon she got out a pair of keys and threw them at Silvia, who caught them.

“Am I driving?” She asked before Brinda nodded. Silvia weakly got to her feet and started to follow Brinda. They went out into the big room and to the right before ducking around a corner. There was a private elevator here. The two entered, and instantly, Silvia felt cramped as there simply wasn’t enough space for all of that stench, and the larger woman was so close she could feel the heat from her sweaty body. Reaching behind her and pressing her cheeks together, Brinda released a long sloppy fart. She mashed her cheeks and pulled them apart, making it sound like her ass was talking. The ride from the 66th floor to the garage was a long one, and that one-minute ripper clouded the air the whole time. Silvia shuddered but did her best to visibly breathe. That was when Brinda grabbed Silvia’s hand and placed it inside her underwear near her crotch.

“Finger me,” She stated directly, glaring the woman in the eyes. Instantly, as if on autopilot, Silvia began to thrust her middle and index finger inside that foul cave. As Brinda got into it she leaned back against the elevator wall and spread her legs all the more to give better access. Of course, her vagina stench was clawing at Silvia again, but that’s when she noticed Brinda was straining! A short moment later and Brinda started to fart with every thrust, a pleased expression playing across her face while she glared at Silvia’s tormented, contorted face. “Sniff it, secretary,” She used the title as an insult now. And wasn’t it? The farts in the elevator smelled mostly of raw, rotten vegetables, showing the eggy stench was just because of her need for the toilet. The change of scent only reintroduced Silvia into the world of stench. As the finger pounded on, they soon reached the garage. Brinda pulled Silva’s fingers out and forced them into the latter's mouth. “Clean your fingers.” She had the most evil grin.

Brinda grimaced as she obeyed and slowly followed Brinda out of the elevator. About ten feet into walking, and they were greeted by a black haired woman who looked like she was a supermodel, her ‘perfect’ figure all in alignment. She wasn’t too pronounced on any part of her body, but it was clear she watched what she ate and kept active. To her side was a brunette with glasses on. The dark-haired girl was named Amy, she was the CFO of the company, the brunette was named Daisy, and she was the COO of the company. Both of them, being around Brinda so often, were mostly used to her stench. They’d get watery eyes, they would cough on occasion, but unless it was terrible, they were good.

“Let’s go.” Brinda commented as the three company heads started to walk towards a Lincoln town car. As they got closer, Silvia knew she was doomed and unlocked the car. The four of them piled in, and Brinda chose to sit in the back right seat. Once those doors were closed, Brinda wasted no time before she produced a seat rattling ass rumble that stank of those veggies. Neither officer blinked, but Silvia coughed while she started the car and started to drive. Perhaps the gods were on her side after all, the traffic was light. The fifteen-minute journey consisted of two things, though. Brinda is letting her farts loose, and Amy is purposefully rubbing Brinda’s belly and massaging her large ass. She even cheered the other on sometimes, although being so close to her ass caused her eyes to water more profusely and generated a gag once.

“How are you liking your new job, Silvia?” Daisy asked, sitting right next to her and turning on some classic rock n roll music. The fart sounds still drowned out that music every so often, but Daisy was bored and wanted something else to listen to other than Brinda get her jollies and the new girl suffer.

“It pays well, but it really stinks…” She quipped, but when Brinda heard this, she regretted it. “Oh, does it, I don’t think you know what stink smells like.” The two officers looked a little worried as Brinda unbuckled her seat belt and angled herself so her ass was right between the two, swaying to either side, bumping them and grinding all on the side of Daisy and Silvia’s heads! That’s when the silent but violent reaper of a fart came shooting forth. Again, the faint yellow hue was present, and almost instantly, Daisy gagged, coughed, and pinched her nose! The fart started to sputter as Brinda reached back with both hands and pulled her panties sound before she pushed harder. Now that her panties were down, they steamed with the stench trapped against her body, and Silvia and Daisy were gifted with the skid marks of doom from those underwear as they steamed with vaginal and anal odor, adding to the hell already before them. With her ass exposed, she grunted and let her cheeks slap. Silvia could see it now, out of her peripheral vision and through her review. Those monstrous cheeks were spreading, showing off her tight asshole, then slamming together again and again. As Brinda continued and kept her bumping and grinding going, she looked Amy right in the eyes. The poor dark-haired woman was frozen; she had both hands around her nose and mouth, and her eyes were flowing fountains of tears, but not a single gag came from her. Brinda started to grow as she began to shake her ass up and down, making the clapping amplify and giving her ass that talking effect yet again. Near the end, her cheeks slapping changed as the fart would build up between her cheeks and then slap them open, popping out bubbles each time. The titanic toot lasted two minutes, two whole f*cking minutes. “Holy… hell… that’s.. … deadly!” She coughed out in between massive gags. Brinda sat back down and allowed Amy to go back to playing with her ass for the rest of the ride, letting out farts as she pleased.

Silvia said nothing the rest of the ride, Daisy took three minutes before she would uncover her mouth. Amy used one hand to play with the ass of Brinda but kept the other hand covered the entire time, as these residual farts were aimed at her and then flooded the rest of the room! When they arrived at the restaurant, there was a VIP entrance off to the side. Taking that the staff hurriedly got the special reserved room for Brinda ready. Taking her away, that didn’t pass by customers as they knew the woman would use the chance to ruin people's meals at her own pleasure. “As you’ve asked, the room has been set up accordingly. Enjoy your meal.” The man stated before, quickly moving away, barely able to not gag through that whole thing. The room was covered in red leather sitting spaces, a large booth in the back, and the walls were colored off white with golden leaves printed on them. As Brinda and the other two officers walked in with Silvia trailing them, the two officers lowered their hands, relaxed, and enjoyed the less polluted air. Silvia never had her hand over her nose, not even once, suffering the effects full force, which caused her to drive a little slower and more cautiously.

Now ready to sit down, Brinda stopped and looked at Silvia “I brought you along here for two reasons. When my lunch is done, you’ll be given an all-expenses-paid meal here. In this room.” She noted before finishing the rest. “But for now, you’ll be my chair. See, these two couldn’t stand to eat if my farts weren’t sucked up by a good secretary cushion. I think our meal will take about two hours, don’t worry.” She smirked, pointing to the middle of the booth as her spot to sit down. Silvia looked at her in disbelief for a moment before remembering all of what she’d agreed to. This, this was going to be hard. She reluctantly walked to the spot, then got down onto the floor, pointing her head towards the sky, savoring the last bits of fresh air she’d have in a long while. With glee, Brinda marched over, slid her panties off, stuffed them in Sivlia’s mouth, who was so surprised, and then sat on her full force. It was like colliding with a gigantic weight that slowly squished around her and welcomed her in. Deeper and deeper she sank, feeling the moisture of those nasty cheeks. Soon in the darkness, her nose hit what she knew was the woman's asshole; it was the most moist thing there, and she could feel it in great detail. It wasn’t long before Brinda burst another bomb, this time right into her awaiting face. She remembered the goal and almost instantly started to inhale, and that was when she realized being at the source changed everything. She was blinded in the dank space by yellow mustard gas, which forced its way into her nostrils, only aided by her inhaling. It rattled her brain and made her forget which way was up or down, left or right. She felt like she was swimming in a sea of methane and sulfuric gas. She lost track of time instantly. Was this another two-minute bomb? In reality, it was a short ten-second burst but that’s just how potent it was up close.

A waiter entered, and they each got their food. Brinda ordered a dinner-sized spicy alfredo pasta with chicken and shrimp served with broccoli, of which she got extra, peas, and carrots. She had this with a side of garlic bread, a large side, but all the same. Her drink was tea, half-sweet half half-unsweet. Every minute or so, she’d let loose a good fart, each one ranging between ten seconds and thirty seconds. Silvia finally started to thrash bout under the might of Brinda, which only made her laugh. “Oh, is she finally struggling now? At least we can’t smell the toots while she’s there.” Amy commented.

“Yeah, she does a good job absorbing the stench. Maybe you should use her more often?” Daisy added with a gleeful expression. “But you gotta train her to stop moving, she’s kicked my legs three times now, and it’s annoying.” Daisy frowned up kicking the woman hard in her side as retribution.

“Yeah, hold still, secretary, I’m busy here.” She stated before starting to bounce up and down on Silvia, soon the movement ceased as Silvy was rattled and didn’t want to make her angry. Unbeknownst to Silvia, the meal had started; all she knew was that her stomach was angry, very angry. So close to her asshole she could hear the gas build, and build, and build. It was giving her anxiety as she waited for the next devastating blast. She didn’t have to wait longer than five minutes; however, before Brinda was ready to burst from the food she was eating. Powerful one-minute ripper rumble the booth and bathed Silvia in gas. “Now nuzzle my asshole with your nose, hmm.” She spoke to Silvia again after swallowing more food. The three were engaged in a discussion about company growth and future directions. It was a business meeting of spurts. Silvia shuddered when she heard the command, but she didn’t want Brinda bouncing on her again. She started to affectionately nuzzle the woman's anus before she was blasted again and again with farts. The smell was still the broccoli, but it was starting to have a spicy hint to it that tingled Silvia’s nose in a different way! Now she sneezed because of the fart, and this upset Brinda. “Don’t sneeze on me, fool.” She stated only to punish her by grunting and ripping a silent but deadly in her face.

The meal was done, and the three of them left Silvia in that room to simmer in the stench and get her food. Silvia could hardly eat, so it took her all of twenty minutes before she went back out and rejoined them. There was no point in running away or something; the woman owned the city. Where would she run to with so few funds? She kept reminding herself of that sweet payday every Friday as she found the three in the car. She drove them back to work with much of the same attitude. Once back on the 66th floor, Brinda seemed content, happy with Silvia’s performance. “Now… time to fuck.” She smiled as Silvia heard the words, and her heart dropped. What would they be doing? They stepped into a different room, and Silvia was in shot to see what could only be described as an office setting set up for sex. There were minimal chairs, a large enough bare table to sit or lie on. Several sex toys were lying around, and another bathroom, which made Silvia groan.

“Strip,” Brinda demanded as she herself took off the skirt and panties. She forced Silva onto the table and followed her before forcing their legs to interlock as they scissored. Rubbing cunts together felt wonderful for Brinda, but poor Silva couldn’t get past the grossness of the former's pussy. Soon, Silvia felt her own pussy covered in Brinda’s sweaty vaginal juices. She let out a sigh, trying to get into it as much as possible. After a teen minutes, she’d worked her way to being effective, and Brinda seemed pleased. She now pushed herself up on her arms and started the farts again. Each one is vibrating both of their cunts. Silvia had ot admit the sensation felt kind of nice, the shaking certainly helped her enjoyment of the matter, but being enveloped in a cloud of foul broccoli wasn’t her idea of sexy. Twenty minutes into this, and Brinda turned over into Doggy position and smirked. “Lick my ass.”

Silvia wished she hadn’t heard that as she slowly went forward, getting closer and closer. As she brought her tongue forward to Brinda’s bare ass, he felt the hot wave of a silent fart against her, which sadly didn’t deter her as she had gotten programmed within this one day to sniff those farts as they came, even to her own detriment. Starting from the base of her ass crack, she slowly licked up, reaching the top. Then she kissed both cheeks before gradually licking them all ove, or two. She quivered as each fart, now a loud, forceful burst, covered her head and got into her mouth. The plethora of farts didn’t stop while Brinda ordered Silvia again, “Spread them!” Her voice was husky as she was getting into this far too much. Sweating up a storm, her other odors began to take presence as well, mixing like before. Silvia gulped but listened again, spreading those sweaty cheeks and listening to the sound of the moist skin part as it attempted ot stick together. She didn’t need to be ordered on what to do next. She quickly started to lick the inside of her crack, feeling the heated, concentrated farts yet again. When she made it to her anus, she stopped and began to rim her. For an hour, this was their position. By now, Silvia’s eyes ran out of tears and were just beet red, her mouth was incredibly dry, and all she thought about was the repeated booms of farts, the rancid odor, and a lingering memory of being filthy rich, not just rich, right? This whole thing began to warp her mind. Soon she felt Brinda's orgasm, her body jerking some and her legs clenched.

Brinda was grinning, making Silvia bring her to orgasm at least three times. By now, the woman had juice slightly dripping from her pussy, a magnificent feeling; however, she wasn’t done yet, not for the afternoon and night shift she was known to work. She arched her ass and started to twerk, making the heavy mounds slap against Silvia’s face as she was too weak to stop the force. Having the meat slap her on both sides over and over again was so disorienting that she felt like some sort of cartoon character being mashed and flattened before snapping back to shape in different poses. The worst part was the farts, the hot, hissing methane sulfuric nukes were still right up her nose, and she still did her best to breathe. With each closing of her cheeks, a powerful fart was released, and it continued until she heard the ass talking to her, but being so close and so dazed, it literally appeared to talk to her. “You’re mine, for eternity, and I’ll never stop.” The ass seemed to say through the farts

“My pleasure is your pain, my desire your demise, you will huff my farts and embrace my stink for as long as you live. You’re now worshiping the ass of the Big Boss, and everyone knows you're a brown noser.” The volumes of farts spoke out while she dry heaved again and again, unable to catch her breath as she still attempted to sniff. Each weak inhale only opened her passageways for the rancid, revolting, ravaging gas to wreck her brain further. Her lungs had started to feel on fire, her throat was now dry from the dry heaving, and her eyes, unable to produce tears for the last hour, were so bloodshot she was sure she’d wake up with pink eye in the morning. Her hair had been blown back with each fart and then smoothed between those round, juicy cheeks. All she could do was fantasize about a shower while the ass tormented her. “Take it, I’m not done with you, take it. Lunch was a game, just a refueling for this moment. This is your job, you really thought you were a secretary to Brinda, the baddest bossiest b*tch on the planet?” The ass howled into her ears, making her fantasy of a shower turn into a nightmare in a gas chamber.

Unaware of just how long time had passed, as her vision had blacked out and all that was left of her were weak sniffes and that mizermizing taunting ass, she was nearing her breaking point and about to pass out. “Hmm, I’ve loved our time together, I can’t wait to get better acquainted, maybe next time your useless tongue can pierce my glorious whole.” The ass seemed to speak in its fart barrage. Moments later, the movement had stopped, and Brinda seemed satisfied, a nice spurt of cum on her desk as she had reached her orgasm five times in this timeframe. One loud fart that sounded lazy and wet, just the blast of a boss excusing herself in the most relaxed way possible. It was mostly airy but had the occasional bassy blurt and or a high-pitched squeal. The high pitches had started to hurt her head hours ago, leaving her with a pounding migraine and a stereo soundboard of farts in her mind. That was when merciful unconsciousness came, during that last lazy loud, and she was in bliss. In her near-coma-like state, she imagined she was at her desk, working for the best boss with the prettiest fashion sense and the nicest-smelling room.

Some time later, she awoke to the aromatic smell of Brinda, reminding her it was all real! Her head was still pounding, her stomach still queasy, her lungs still on fire. She smelled the big boss's body odor and made sure to try and take approving sniffs. Slowly, she opened her eyes; they were still bloodshot. “Oh, you’re awake.” A busy Brinda picked away at a computer feverishly while staring at two different monitors. “Acceptable work today, Silvia. You may go home I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Oh, and just so you remember, your working contract is also an NDA against discussing anything that happens in the office. I’d hate for my trademark secrets to get out. Also, now that you’ve signed with the company, you’re locked in for ten years.” She smirked, a tiny toot slipping from her as she worked.

“Was, was I at least impressive? You said acceptable?” She gulped, hoping her hell hadn’t been for naught. She was serious about trying to do well with this company, even if it meant being a fart filter for the nastiest woman she’d ever met.

“Well, to me it was acceptable, I’ve had better. I think you can do better. Your oral skills need work.” She quipped, “And I’m not sure you have much of a lung capacity.” She addressed it all so matter-of-factly before stopping her typing and letting out a booming burst from her butt that reeked of spoiled cheese and spicy foods. Lunch had hit her! “I suggest you go home for the day. Unless you intend on correcting your mistakes?” Brinda glared. Silvia said nothing as she hurriedly got everything and rushed for the exit. This whole time she didn’t once address her Mistress, her owner. However, with bravery, she turned to say one last thing.

“Goodbye, Mistress Brinda, I’ll see you tomorrow…” She trailed off not so confident about the ending. As she went down the elevator, several people entered, covering their noses and just glaring at her as if she were something to revile. Some people got out early, others coughed and gagged but suffered through it. One lady offered Silvia a breath mint as she swore she could smell ass every time the latter exhaled. Silvia took it, but regretted it quickly as the taste of minty ass filled her mouth and mixed with residual fart funk. That certainly didn’t taste good. The ride was starting to feel as long as that car ride, only now she was Brinda. She wasn’t proud of it, how could anyone be proud of this, but she certainly wasn’t ashamed to have done her job. She was just embarrassed; everyone could tell what she’d done, or at least that’s what she thought. Everyone in the company had to know, right?

Finally she had made it to the first floor and upon exiting the same security guards were there, still undressing her with their eyes but they kept their distance, just looking at her. She saw the receptionist who had the same pitiful look in her eye. “Congratulations on your new position, Ms. Whimsly. I look forward to seeing you around. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” The receptionist said through a pinched nose. Even from twenty feet away, she still stank that badly? As she went to exit the building, she stopped in one of the mirrors, daring to look at her. Her hair was an utter, tossed mess worse than bedhead and sex hair put together. Her face, once pristine, was now dingy with patches of yellow and brown. Her hands looked much of the same and slightly dripped. Her outfit, though, somehow, looked mostly clean. There was a light yellow hue to everything now, and around her collar, she was certain her pink blouse had a brown coating. Her boss's bursts were no joke, it seemed; she really was suffering from something menacing. With the check over, she left the building, feeling relieved to be outside as she took in the fresh air. Well, somewhat fresh, due to the stink she exuded, she smelled a lot of Brinda's funk before the relief of fresh air. Still, she stood there so happy as she spread her arms and basked in the western sun. The Receptionist watched her, having seen so many people do this.

Now in her car, she slowly buckled up and opened the windows as wide as each one would go. “My car doesn’t belong to Brinda.” She stated out loud as if reassuring herself that something remained undefiled. Once she was driving, she felt a strange sensation in her, gas? She embarrassingly let out a fart that Brinda had never produced, a cute little squeak with a pop. Her farts sounded wee and adorable! However, after hearing the sound, she instantly covered her nose with the sleeve of her blouse and shuddered. Then she paused, was her fart Brinda’s farts? She wouldn’t even smell it over the cloud she produced… Slowly lowering her hand, she realized just how terrified she was of that harmless bodily production now.

She arrived home, and once inside, she stripped everything and threw it alone into the washing machine. She used twice the amount of soap, a cup of baking soda, and a cup of vinegar, trying to cleanse her clothes of the vile stench. Then, without hesitation, she ran into the shower. Two hours later, she emerged with her body red all over, her hair dripping, tand he stains had left. She couldn’t smell it anymore over all the soap. Silvia felt like a success. She dried herself off and looked her pristine self in the mirror again, “And my body isn’t yours.” She commented, stepping out into her fresh home. After ten minutes of relaxing on the couch, she smelt something and started to frantically look around, expecting Brinda to be there. However, after ten minutes of frantic searching, she smelt herself, the stench had returned! It was baked into her face, hair, and hands! “I can’t escape?!” She shouted in misery.