"I told them not to send any male nurses up here; the old folks don't 'get it' so I can't really use you here as a nurse."
"What should I do; I mean, they sent me up here to work."
"I'm aware of that! I don't know of anything besides a little furniture work."
"Like moving equipment?"
She started to walk towards the nurses station and you follow.
"Not really," she says as she pushes aside her rolling chair; she stands there as if waiting for something.
You look at her blankly.
"Well?! Knell down!"
"Why?" You ask confused.
"Look, you've been hired here so you'll be here, in a supporting position to me," she smiles.
You're still confused but knell down, looking under the desk for some clue as to why you are here on your knees.
She throws your head backwards abruptly and quickly mounts your face with her ass, covering it completely.
"Now that's nice," she says, "Much better than my last chair."
You try to shake her off but she's heavy and holds firm; in a panicked moment you catch a strong whiff of the woman's backside. It's putrid, like unwiped shit caked on for a good while; fermented, rotten. You scream only to have the fumes take your mouth and poison it with it's strong taste; you choke.
"Oh, come now; it's not that bad," she says, leaning to the side a little; you feel her weight heavy on your right side, your face moving with her, inside her ass crack.
She moans, PRRRRRRROOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!
"Ahhhh," she sighs which turns into a laugh, "I can fart all I want up here; the seniors don't smell a thing."
"Diana," an unfamiliar but near voice says, "Do you have the file on Mr. Burle?"
You make a bit of a fit to try to get his attention but a hot stream of gross gas is your punishment; you want to scream out against it but it suffocates you, stifles you.
"Yes, doctor, right here," she responds with a slight pivot on her human chair.
Soft footsteps scurry away and a sharp kick to your stomach sends you to the floor.
"Don't you ever do that again! Do you understand me?!" Diana says, enraged.
"Oh God...yes....yes, I won't," you say, thankful to be breathing oxygen again.
"You've gone and upset me; come with me you fucking bastard! I'll make sure you remember who is your superior here!"
She grabs your hair and pulls you along the nearly abandoned hallways.
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