This choice: Becoming Audrey's Personal Butt Plug. • Go Back...Chapter #8Becoming Audrey's Personal Butt Plug by: worstfailure   "Draw up a letter of termination for Mr. Little," Ms. Martinez said.
"Oh?" Audrey asked, her heart skipping a beat as she struggled to hide her mounting excitement.
"Yes. It appears I owe your sister an apology. Mia told me a tiny wasn't up for the challenges of our work and clearly she was right. On his first day alone he showed up late, was unable to complete his assigned task, actively prevented others from doing their work, showed a total inability to safely navigate working in a mixed-size environment, and abandoned his job early. If he has neither the skills nor the inclination to handle assisting in simple secretarial duties due to his size, I cannot ever imagine him being an asset on actual cases. Our firm's lost enough already and I cannot allow his presence to be a hindrance to everyone else who comes to M.A.R. every day, fully committed to giving 110% to their jobs. Please draw up the letter before you leave and send it to him via mail and email. I'll make the call to inform him personally."
"Right away, Ms. Martinez," Audrey said, and this time her smile was 110% genuine.
As she watched Diane retreat to her office, the receptionist rejoiced.
She bought it! The snooty bitch actually bought it hook, line and sinker! Now the little bug's mine! This is the best day on the job I've ever had!
Deciding to literally rub her victory in your face, Audrey gladly ground her glutes against her chair as she typed up the letter informing you that you were being let go from Martinez, Anderson and Roberts. Not that you'd ever get a chance to read it. Unlike the law firm, Audrey Anderson had absolutely no intention of letting you go anywhere. She'd meant what she'd said earlier. The only job you were suited for was being her own personal butt plug so that's exactly where you were going to remain. No breaks, no holidays. It was a 24 hour a day, 7 day a week position that came with a lifetime guarantee of employment!
Only question now is... should I license him tonight? There is that CTC office right on my way home. And I know I'll have to license him at some point. Ugh, but I hate doing chores after a hard day's work. I'd rather take him home now and take him on a test drive to see how good he can really make me feel! Besides, I can't wait to see the look on the little bug's face when I break the news of his new job as my personal "ass-istant"!
Debating with herself, Audrey eventually came to a decision by the time she finished writing your termination letter. Giving it a once over, she figured the spelling errors didn't matter, and sent it out to your email before printing out an additional copy, stuffing it into an envelope and ensuring it was in M.A.R.'s outgoing mail to your address at Greentower Apartments. By the time she was done, it was 6 pm and Audrey was officially off the clock. Picking up her purse and coat, Audrey made her way to Diane Martinez's office.
"The letter's been sent, Ms. Martinez."
"Good," Diane said, still looking exhausted. "I left a voicemail informing him of our decision. Honestly, I'm disappointed he didn't pick up. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. We took a chance on him and this is how he repays us? Unacceptable." Diane shook her head and sighed, then turned her attention to her computer and started typing. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. He's someone else's problem now. If he ever calls back, don't put him through. He's not worth our time."
"Understood, Ms. Martinez."
"Thank you. Have a good night, Audrey."
"Oh," Audrey laughed. "Trust me. I will!"
Diane looked up from her computer at her receptionist's strange comment, but Audrey had already turned around and was walking away. There was a spring in her step and a pronounced swivel in her colossal pear-shaped hips, her behemoth butt cheeks swinging back and forth with all the weight and force of a wrecking ball threatening to crash into anyone who came within three feet of her. Diane sighed and faced her computer again, saying a silent prayer that if that massive ass ever did some serious damage, it wouldn't cause a lawsuit for M.A.R. to clean up.
Audrey reached the elevators and summoned one, but no sooner had she stepped through than she heard a voice call out, "Hold the elevator, please!"
Already scrolling on her phone while daydreaming about the night ahead of her, Audrey made no movement to stop the elevator whatsoever. Just as it was about to close completely, an arm forced its way through the crack, causing the door to open and Audrey to grunt in annoyance at the momentary delay.
A moment later, a woman in her early 20s entered. She was a tall, curvaceous, beautiful girl with dark tanned skin and short black hair. She smiled in a naturally warm, friendly way.
Audrey hated her instantly.
"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Isabella Martin. You're Audrey Anderson, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh," Audrey said before pointedly looking back down at her phone.
"I'm a new intern, I just started today."
"Lot of interns started today," Audrey huffed. Just who was this doe-eyed tramp trying to impress?
An awkward silence filled the elevator and it lasted long enough for Audrey to hope the girl had finally taken the hint. Alas, she did not.
"Sorry for holding up the elevator," Isabella said awkwardly. "I'm still going to be here late helping Ms. Martinez, but I saw you leaving and wanted to talk with you before you left. You worked with Anthony today, right? Anthony Little?"
Audrey finally looked up from her phone and glared daggers at the young woman, actually causing her to take a step back in fear.
"Why do you want to know?"
Isabella gulped. "I-i-it's j-just, A-Anthony and I are f-friends. I g-gave him a ride this m-morning and w-wanted to see if he n-needed one h-home."
Audrey couldn't help it. She laughed. Here she thought this uppity tramp was trying to get in the way of her and her new plaything.
"Hate to break it to you, Iz, but your little friend's just been let go. He's already long gone."
The confused look on the girl's face almost made up for her annoying Audrey earlier.
"Let go? Why?"
"Gross incompetence."
"B-b-but it's his first day!"
"Take it up with Martinez. She made the call."
"I... I just can't believe it," Isabella said, slumping against the elevator wall. "He was so looking forward to this internship. Saw it as his chance to really make a difference in law. He wanted it so badly."
Audrey snickered. "What can I say, Iz? Your little friend didn't show his betters the proper respect, and now he's gone for good. It's a lesson you might want to remember if you want to have a future at this firm. And don't feel too bad about Ant. He's got a future too. Things may not have worked out for him at M.A.R., but I know for a fact there's an opening that he's destined to fill."
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Isabella broke out into a cough and covered her nose as the cloud of flatulence Audrey let loose dispersed in the air like the radioactive fallout of an atom bomb.
"Oh, so sorry, Iz," Audrey said insincerely. "I had a refried burrito for lunch. I completely forgot you need to ride back up to finish working with Martinez. Oh well, have a nice ride!"
Audrey pushed the button for M.A.R.'s floor before stepping out of the elevator, its door closing behind her as she left the young intern trapped within the Dutch oven Audrey had made. Chuckling to herself, Audrey felt herself flush again at the wonderful blissful squirming that once more broke out against her backdoor as her new acquisition writhed in agony at the stench she'd unleashed on him.
From deep inside your prison, you let out a muffled scream as a geyser of gas was forcibly pumped into your lungs. Though your rational brain accepted that prying yourself free of the secretary's anus was physically impossible, your primal lizard brain was unable to accept that truth, motivating your body to squirm and struggle and fight with every fiber of your being to escape this living hell! Unfortunately, your rational brain proved to be correct, as Audrey merely responded to your efforts with her customary series of disciplinary clenches, forcing your face even further inside her reeking innards. Feeling another section of your smushed body peel free of her underwear, you finally stopped fighting, and Audrey stopped clenching. Though looking on the "bright side" was all but impossible while you were stuffed where the sun didn't shine, at a bare minimum you realized you'd stopped struggling just in time to avoid having your entire head disappear into her hellish bowels.
Staying as still as you could, you felt Audrey walking with an exaggerated swing of her enormous rear, feeling her glutes grind your battered body. It was still incredibly painful to experience the crushing pressure of such mountainous cheeks pulverizing you, but you'd still much rather bear this pain than endure the nightmare of your entire body being shoved into Audrey's colon. Still, she was walking much farther than she was when she'd gone to get lunch. It felt like five minutes... then ten... then fifteen!
Wait, you thought, eyes bulging in horror. Is she... going home?! AND TAKING ME WITH HER?!
You got your answer when Audrey plopped her monstrous ass into the worn leather front seat of her car and turned the ignition, causing the engine to come to life and the elderly car to shudder. You felt a piece of yourself wither and die as Audrey pulled out into traffic.
But where is your captor going?
1) Audrey's heading to the CTC to license you, figuring she just needs to get over it.
2) Audrey's heading home to put you through your paces as her new butt plug.
3) Audrey's heading home to try you out only for her sister Mia to unexpectedly drop by. Turns out Mia heard the news you got fired and wants to celebrate with her sister!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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