....mouth... hot... it's even hotter now... burning up...
"Jake." the word forced him out of his naughty, incestuous daydream. Jake tried to hold it together, tried imagining Carolyn lying in her bed, displaying herself for Jake, playing with her nipples... Wait, that's not right, I shouldn't be thinking about that here, but... Why? Where is "here"?
Tina's words burst his dreamy haze like a needle through a balloon. "JAKE!!!"
Oh. That was why.
Oh fuck. He had fallen asleep at his desk again. He tried marshaling himself, sitting up straighter than hell and returning to his papers, hoping to make his lapse appear brief if nothing else. Tina wasn't buying any of it.
She loomed over his table, her delicious, rounded form brushing against it just so lightly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jake, I didn't realize it was your naptime. But please, go back to sleep. You'll need all the energy you can get to clean your guts off my ass once I'm through with you."
"Wh - Tina?? What's this about?" Jake sputtered, now way more afraid than asleep. Down below Tina's huge figure, on his tiny desk on top of a desk, he felt even smaller than usual.
"What this is about," she said, slamming her hands on the table and nearly knocking Jake over with his desk, "is whether you can come up with three good reasons that I shouldn't make you into my personal footstool, Jake. I don't think that would be pretty."
"I..." Jake but couldn't find the words, whether from abject fear, frenetic attempts at remembering whether his contract mentioned anything about violence, or from his entrancement with Tina's bosom, heaving with anger not far above him.
"Jake, it was out of the goddamn charity of our hearts that we even hired you. You can't do anything around the office because you're smaller than my fucking thumb! And oh, you're so fucking grateful for us, aren't you!"
Tina leaned in to the table. Her enormous, pissed off face eyed Jake's body with a voracious anger.
"In this week alone five separate complaints were made made against you. Following women around the office, trying to look up their skirts, snooping around in their purses, need I even mention all the food you obviously stole from the fridge... Even sneaking inside the bathrooms!"
Jake did not have the nerve to respond.
"We've kept all this shit under wraps because the damn media adores you sooo much and would have our asses tanned if we so much as slapped you on the wrist, but this is just too much, Jake."
"T-tina, " Phil eeked out, cowering in her firey glare, "b-but I told you, those purses, I accidentally -"
"you accidentally WHAT?!" she shouted shoving her face as close as possible to the quivering boy's body, her large breasts squishing against the table, "fell into Lisa's bra cup?! You were accidentally left on Mary's seat the day she happened to not be wearing underwear? Give it a rest, Jake. You disgusting pervert. The women here are sick of you," she spat.
"But Tina, you can't - you can't possibly - I - this was pro bono - how can you - " Jake madly rambled, desperate for a way out from under this enraged woman, until Tina broke his fractured thought.
"Save it, pipsqueek!" She growled. " The way I see it, Jake, the only question is how we're going to keep you locked away for the remainder of your contract, so you'll never fuck with us again.
Tina stood back up, towering mightily over the tiny child. "Listen. For the next month, until your contract is up, you have just one job, and that's to wait on every little need of every woman of the office. Whatever we want, it's your responsibility. More coffee? You gotta carry the cup to us, with your tiny arms. Rough chair? You're going to provide a cushion. One of our bras are out of whack? Well, I think I know of a little piece of bra padding that's sitting right here in office 403, just waiting for one of us ladies to snatch him right up. And if you tell a single soul about this, well..." Tina traced a finger from her throat, around her breasts, and to her stomach. "I think your lawyers will be surprised to find you missing. Which reminds me..."
This chapter was inspired by the legendary Woot . The first several sentences are outright plagiarizations of his own writing, and you get 2000 cool points if you can figure out from where.
"Jake." the word forced him out of his naughty, incestuous daydream. Jake tried to hold it together, tried imagining Carolyn lying in her bed, displaying herself for Jake, playing with her nipples... Wait, that's not right, I shouldn't be thinking about that here, but... Why? Where is "here"?
Tina's words burst his dreamy haze like a needle through a balloon. "JAKE!!!"
Oh. That was why.
Oh fuck. He had fallen asleep at his desk again. He tried marshaling himself, sitting up straighter than hell and returning to his papers, hoping to make his lapse appear brief if nothing else. Tina wasn't buying any of it.
She loomed over his table, her delicious, rounded form brushing against it just so lightly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jake, I didn't realize it was your naptime. But please, go back to sleep. You'll need all the energy you can get to clean your guts off my ass once I'm through with you."
"Wh - Tina?? What's this about?" Jake sputtered, now way more afraid than asleep. Down below Tina's huge figure, on his tiny desk on top of a desk, he felt even smaller than usual.
"What this is about," she said, slamming her hands on the table and nearly knocking Jake over with his desk, "is whether you can come up with three good reasons that I shouldn't make you into my personal footstool, Jake. I don't think that would be pretty."
"I..." Jake but couldn't find the words, whether from abject fear, frenetic attempts at remembering whether his contract mentioned anything about violence, or from his entrancement with Tina's bosom, heaving with anger not far above him.
"Jake, it was out of the goddamn charity of our hearts that we even hired you. You can't do anything around the office because you're smaller than my fucking thumb! And oh, you're so fucking grateful for us, aren't you!"
Tina leaned in to the table. Her enormous, pissed off face eyed Jake's body with a voracious anger.
"In this week alone five separate complaints were made made against you. Following women around the office, trying to look up their skirts, snooping around in their purses, need I even mention all the food you obviously stole from the fridge... Even sneaking inside the bathrooms!"
Jake did not have the nerve to respond.
"We've kept all this shit under wraps because the damn media adores you sooo much and would have our asses tanned if we so much as slapped you on the wrist, but this is just too much, Jake."
"T-tina, " Phil eeked out, cowering in her firey glare, "b-but I told you, those purses, I accidentally -"
"you accidentally WHAT?!" she shouted shoving her face as close as possible to the quivering boy's body, her large breasts squishing against the table, "fell into Lisa's bra cup?! You were accidentally left on Mary's seat the day she happened to not be wearing underwear? Give it a rest, Jake. You disgusting pervert. The women here are sick of you," she spat.
"But Tina, you can't - you can't possibly - I - this was pro bono - how can you - " Jake madly rambled, desperate for a way out from under this enraged woman, until Tina broke his fractured thought.
"Save it, pipsqueek!" She growled. " The way I see it, Jake, the only question is how we're going to keep you locked away for the remainder of your contract, so you'll never fuck with us again.
Tina stood back up, towering mightily over the tiny child. "Listen. For the next month, until your contract is up, you have just one job, and that's to wait on every little need of every woman of the office. Whatever we want, it's your responsibility. More coffee? You gotta carry the cup to us, with your tiny arms. Rough chair? You're going to provide a cushion. One of our bras are out of whack? Well, I think I know of a little piece of bra padding that's sitting right here in office 403, just waiting for one of us ladies to snatch him right up. And if you tell a single soul about this, well..." Tina traced a finger from her throat, around her breasts, and to her stomach. "I think your lawyers will be surprised to find you missing. Which reminds me..."
This chapter was inspired by the legendary Woot . The first several sentences are outright plagiarizations of his own writing, and you get 2000 cool points if you can figure out from where.
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