As the assistant walked into Megan's office, she couldn't help but notice the woman behind the desk was dressed impeccably, with a tight skirt that hugged her shapely ass and a low-cut blouse that revealed a hint of cleavage. Megan had a warm smile on her face and extended her hand in greeting.
"Hello, I'm Megan. I've been looking forward to meeting you," she said. "I believe you left your resume last week?"
The assistant nodded, taking a seat across from her boss. There was something about Megan that made her nervous, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. As they began discussing the job responsibilities, the assistant found herself glancing down at Megan's ass, which was noticeably round and firm in her skirt.
Suddenly, Megan stood up and began rummaging through a closet. "I just need to find your application form...it should be in here somewhere," she muttered, her back turned to the assistant. Without thinking, the woman took advantage of the opportunity and quietly sniffed the air around Megan's ass.
The smell hit her instantly—it was unmistakable. Megan was farting, and not just a little bit. The assistant couldn't believe her luck; she'd always had a secret fascination with farts, and now she was getting a whiff of one right out in the open.
Megan turned around with a stack of papers in her hand, momentarily startled to see the assistant on her knees behind her. "What are you doing down there?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
The assistant quickly came up with a lie—she'd never been so good at improvising before. "My contact lens fell out," she stammered, pointing to the floor. "I was just trying to find it."
Megan looked at her skeptically but decided to let it slide. "Okay, well, just be careful. You know where the restroom is if you need to take care of that." She smiled warmly and gestured for the assistant to come sit in front of her desk.
As they discussed the job further, the assistant couldn't help but notice the way Megan moved, her ass swaying slightly with every step she took. It was driving her wild with curiosity—what would it be like to be this close to someone who farted so much?
Finally, Megan showed the assistant one of her tasks: cleaning the microwave. "It's important that you keep this area tidy," she said, pointing to the kitchenette area behind her desk. "Always clean the microwave before and after use."
The assistant nodded, taking a deep breath as Megan stepped away from the counter. This was her chance—she couldn't believe her luck. As Megan turned around to continue speaking, the assistant quickly dropped to her knees and began sniffing the air around the microwave.
Oh god, it was even stronger here. She could feel the warmth of Megan's fart wafting up towards her nose, making her lightheaded with anticipation. Without thinking, she leaned forward and pressed her face against the microwave, inhaling deeply.
Megan turned around, looking at the assistant with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice raising a pitch.
The assistant couldn't think of an answer fast enough. "I think...I think I dropped something in here," she managed to squeak out.
Megan narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. But before she could say anything else, the assistant felt a hot rush of air against her face—Megan was about to turn on the microwave. In a panic, she pushed herself backward, landing in Megan's chair.
Megan turned around, her eyes wide with shock. "What are you doing? That's my chair!"
The assistant could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but she couldn't help herself. She leaned forward, her face just inches from Megan's ass. "I...I'm sorry," she stammered. "My contact lens fell out again, and I thought I felt it in the chair."
Megan looked at her suspiciously, but after a moment, she seemed to accept the lie. With a sigh, she shook her head and pulled out another chair for the assistant to sit in.
As they continued discussing the job, the assistant couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Megan's ass, feeling the warmth of her farts against her skin. She couldn't believe this was really happening—she was going to be working so closely with someone who farted so much, and it was going to be her job to smell them every day.
Finally, Megan stood up and began walking towards the door. "Well, I think that about covers it," she said, reaching out to shake the assistant's hand. "I'll let you know if there's anything else."
The assistant stood up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you so much for this opportunity," she managed to say. "I really appreciate it."
Megan smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're welcome," she said. "And remember, if you ever need to smell some farts, I'm always available."
The assistant blushed, feeling her cheeks heat up. "I...I'll keep that in mind," she stammered, quickly turning around and hurrying out of the office.
As she walked down the hallway, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. This was going to be the job of a lifetime—working with Megan, smelling her farts every day, and getting paid for it. She couldn't wait to see what the future held.
