Remaining lines: "Come in, Amandinha," Iza Blue called out from her plush office chair, her eyes fixed on the computer screen as she typed away. The room smelled sharp and salty, but she paid it no mind; it was just the scent of a busy day at work. "What's up?" she asked, glancing over at her assistant, Amandinha. The young woman's brow was furrowed in confusion, her nose twitching slightly as she tried to place the source of the odor filling the room.
"Um, boss," Amandinha began hesitantly, walking towards Iza's desk. "I was wondering if you'd noticed anything strange around here. The air has been kind of off all day."
Iza Blue chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Strange? Like what, sweetheart?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at her assistant. "Someone left the trash out or something?"
Amandinha opened her mouth to respond, but before she could get a word out, Iza interrupted her. "Wait, didn't you smell that? It's the most beautiful scent in the world," she said, turning back to her computer screen, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "It's like... flowers."
The young woman shook her head, her confusion growing. "Boss, I smell something rotten," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "And it's coming from you."
Iza Blue's eyes flashed with anger, and she spun around in her chair to face her assistant. "How dare you!" she shouted, slamming her hand down on the desk. "You're complaining about my farts?"
Amandinha flinched at the outburst, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I... I didn't mean to, boss," she stammered. "It's just that..."
"Just that what?" Iza growled, rising to her feet and towering over the trembling girl. "You think you can question me? You're lucky you're so useful to me, otherwise I would've fired your ass already."
Amandinha closed her eyes, tears welling up in their corners. She knew better than to argue with her boss when she was in one of these moods. "I'm sorry, boss," she whispered, head bowed in submission.
"Get on your knees," Iza commanded, her voice softening slightly. "And tell me how you want it."
Amandinha hesitated for a moment before sinking to her knees in front of the desk. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, but she also couldn't imagine the consequences of disobeying her boss. "Please, boss," she pleaded, looking up at Iza with fear and anticipation in her eyes. "Fart on my face."
Iza Blue smirked, leaning over her assistant and taking a deep breath. She let out a long, low fart that filled the room with its putrid stench. Amandinha closed her eyes, trying to block out the smell as she felt the hot air hit her face. Another one came, and another, each one stronger than the last.
"Tell me how much you like it," Iza purred, her hand running through Amandinha's hair. "Tell me how much you love my farts."
"I love your farts, boss," Amandinha mumbled through her mask, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment. "They're the best."
Iza Blue chuckled, slapping her assistant's cheek gently. "That's my girl," she said, straightening up and walking back around her desk. "Now get back to work. And next time you smell something funny, just keep your mouth shut, okay?"
Amandinha nodded, scrambling to her feet and walking back towards the door. She could still feel the sting of her boss's slap, but she also felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She knew that she had survived another day in the office, and that was all that mattered.
As the door closed behind her, Iza Blue leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that Amandinha would never question her again; she had made that perfectly clear. And as for the stench in the room, well, it was nothing a little air freshener couldn't fix. But for now, she was going to enjoy the pleasure of knowing that her assistant was getting exactly what she deserved - a nice, long farting session with her boss.
