You walked in the room that held the various printers and saw Anita standing by one that was loudly beeping out an Alert on its touch screen. Anita was wearing her drab grey janitorial dress, that even though it loosely hung around her body, did nothing to hide the large ass she was carrying behind her. She had to turn sideways to walk through several of the doors. She was one of the oldest woman here at 54 and probably the closest to your height, but that didn't make her any less cruel to you. She was a clean freak and that resulted in the office looking spotless and harsh punishments for anyone who prevented that. Heather had no problems letting Anita dish them out because usually, anything that happened got blamed on you (like the litter incident, or when Shauna dropped coffee grinds on the ground outside your cubicle). You distinctly remember your face sliding deeply into her cheeks when she dragged you around while cleaning all night and only let you free because it was time for your to work again. You spelled like sweaty ass all day and everyone at work wrinkled their noses at you as you walked by, or worse, offered to let you spend the evening with your face in their ass since you clearly "enjoyed" it so much.
Unfortunately, your curiosity was peaked as to why Anita was concerned with the broken printer.
"Just between you and me Senior Stanley, I was attempting to print out my resume. I am trying to apply for a better job at another company so I can leave here. I didn't want Heather to find out, otherwise she would fire me before I get work."
This news was music to your ears. You could get rid of one of your worse tortures and do a good deed. Perfect!
"I would be happy to fix it and help Anita, let me just have a quick look."
You kneel down and open up the printer. After poking around, mumbling a curse or two, you found the culprit and pulled it free. With a grinding sound, the printer resumed its job and copies slid out onto the tray once more.
"There you go Anita, all finished..."
You glance down and spot a black spot on the ground at your feet. Printer ink. Some of it must of leaked out while you were poking around. You prayed Anita hadn't seen it but then you feel her warm breath on your ear and a firm hand on your shoulder.
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