Brainstorm
Author: Closet Fetishist
Written: September 20th, 2011
It was already bad enough I was on the lower rung of this company; I was, by all appearance, a partner but no one really saw me as an equal. The other two worked better as leaders and me under them but it irritated me to no end to get none of the accolades for doing the technical work that people didn't see so much. I wanted to be successful independently and I felt like those two were.
I thought I dealt with that when I said lets just meet up on occasional and professional basis but now I got Sally on my case about the website; she called me.
"Hey Tim, what's up?"
"Not much Sal; just been keeping things in order here."
"That's good; I wanted to talk to you about the website. I really like that we have one but I think we can do better; improve it."
She probably didn't mean it but my ego took a hit; I was getting comfortable with our simple yet effective website so to hear this now...it was bad timing but whatever; it happens.
"Do you have some examples of sites you wanna model it after?"
"Not really," she says with a girly giggle; it works with her short stature and stumpy build. She's cute in her entirety. "But I also think out mission statement needs tweaking."
I agreed with that, I hated that mission statement that Darrel put up; sounds too much like social activism and not enough like a production company.
"Well, you can write something if you have an idea and we can send it back and forth till we settle on something."
"I do this brainstorming thing; it's kinda painful at first but then it really gets the juices flowing. Do you wanna try it?"
"Painful?" What the hell does she mean by that... "Sure, I guess."
"Great! I'll come over Wednesday and we can get started."
She hung up before I could protest; I had other plans Wednesday but now I was obligated to be around for her. This is the same thing my two partners did to me...it's the same thing they do to her...but now she's doing it to me. Who's the weakest of the weak here?
Wednesday came with a loud knock and incessant ringing; I arose from my bed and threw on some sport shorts to answer the door. I wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Hot," Sally says as her first thing, "Ready to get started?"
"Not particularly," I mumble.
"Oh, come on; here my brainstorm idea will help wake you up."
Sally found a free spot on the floor and stretched out onto her back; she closed her eyes. I just looked at her, confused and somewhat aroused.
"Well? Join me!" She says insistently.
I lie down a few inches from her; a little afraid of being too close, but not wanting to be too far. I do like her but she's much more attracted to Patrick so what's the point of getting in the way of her and her delusion.
I look over; her eyes are still closed. I do the same.
"Okay, now this is the most important part," she says, interrupted like she's adjusting. "...start breathing deeply through your nose."
I do so; there is a scent in the air. It's alluring; I sniff more deliberately and my eyes start to water as the rancid smell hits my nostrils. I open my eyes and see lime green short-shorts in my face but Sally's crack is exposed.
She giggles as she lowers her crack over my face; I try to turn away but it's too late, her little-big ass has me in it's clutches.
"Now, I know you're thinking that I'm just doing this to torture you but this is seriously how I brainstorm so I'd appreciate if you took it seriously; this is for your company after all," she says smiling, almost not believing the bullshit she's spewing.
I mumble a scream to let me out.
"It helps me because I...oh, excuse me..."
PRRRRRRRAAAABBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPP!
It sounded like a low note on a trombone but it stunk far worse than a junior high band concert; like farty eggs and steamed broccoli. Fucking vegetarians...
"Ahhhh, yeah; I was saying it helps me because I release all this pressure and free my mind and you suck in gas to keep you motivated and focused."
I mumble something; it doesn't matter, she's not listening.
MMMM...PRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
"Focused on sucking in farts my little fart slave, that's what!"
The blast mixes with the previous and hovers around my face and her asshole;it waits to be given center stage in someone's sense's, to force someone to take in it's power. I gag a little; I feel vomit come up.
"You better not you little bitch or I'll make you eat my shit."
I quickly swallow it down; the last thing I want to do is escalate this any further than dry air.
She starts brainstorming and farting intermittently. She asks for input on occasion but usually she just adjust herself to blast another one in my face; she held my nostrils open during one, I looked like a little piggy and she made piggy sniff all her nasty gas.
Sally got up a few hours later and fixed her pants.
"That was good," she left me lying, dirty on my floor, "But we really didn't come up with anything; I think if we do this for a week straight, maybe two...we'll have something really strong to show Patrick and Darrel."
As if it wasn't bad enough, she had to remind me I was at the bottom rung with my friends too...my 'buds.' I wipe what feels like liquid from my face but it doesn't wipe...I feel stained.