You find one of your co-workers, Matt, staring at you. Usually it's the other way around since he is basically the definition of perfection and hotness. His creamy skin is smooth and flawless. His golden hair is cut short and sexy. His eyes are the color of the ocean, and you wouldn't mind drowning. But his greatest features are his incredibly buff body which make it look as though his muscles will soon tear through and destroy his white business shirt, and his round, plump booty. You could use that baby as a pillow at night.
When the boss calls him to do something, he is forced to walk past you. But as he walks past you, you feel his hand slapping your ass lightly and smell his deadly flatulence. He glances back at you with a devilish grin as he continues walking.
After work, when everyone is gone and you're the only two that remain, you feel two soft succulent lips brushing your neck, and there is a rotten smell in the air as well as the wet ripping sound of farts.
"What are you doing?" You demand, as you turn around and see him, lips still in a kissing position despite their departure from your neck.
"I know what you did," he says teasingly. "I know you like to smell your own farts in the bathroom."
You suddenly blush. You never wanted anyone to know about your strange habit, especially when you do it at the workplace.
"How did you find out?" You demand angrily.
"Wrong question, boy," he says, letting another slap fly to your perky ass. "The right question is: 'what'll it take to keep anyone else from finding out?'."
You sigh and repeat his question. "What's it gonna take to keep anyone else from finding out?"
"Good question," he says. "Being my slave would be a start."
"Your SLAVE??"
"Aren't you listening? I said it would be a start. What do you have to lose? And look what you have to lose if you refuse. Your reputation, your friends, maybe even your job once the image gets out and the boss is embarrassed to have you working here. So what do you say? You gonna call me master and do whatever I want you to?"
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