Too busy investigating a bracket on the paper, you fail to notice a pen with no clip sitting behind you. You stepped back only to slip over the pen and roll with it off the desk. You were too surprised by the sudden shift in gravity that you didn't scream as you landed in the cheap leather of the chair, its cushion flattened down from years of Chase's weight being settled on them. You sat up and shook your head. "Great." You say standing up and looking around, you'd have to wait for Chase to get back before you were going anywhere....
You looked up to see Chase slide into the cubicle, his sleeves rolled up and his lips pressed to a cup as he walked around the chair and looked down at the papers. His movements had cast you into his shadow and the rear you had made a jab at now loomed over you as a literal butt end to the joke.
"Chase! I'm down here dude, I need a hand." You say shouting up at the German Shepherd. His ears twitched and he glanced around behind him, his eyes glancing over his chair before shrugging and turning back to the work. You look down at yourself to see that your chosen attire today happened to be a grey shirt with black slacks, perfect for blending into a worn office chair.
"Shit..." You say as the shadow darkened above you as the colossal rear of your coworker crashed down upon you. You were rolled between cotton and leather back and forth as Chase adjusted himself to get comfy. You were rolled into a crevice in the leather and surrounded by darkness but were still able to pull breath from the small pocket you now resided in. You pounded a fist against the soft surface you were imprisoned by, trying to get the attention of the oblivious hound.
....
Chase typed away at his computer, giving wonder to where his human coworker ran off too but not too concerned. The human was okay but honestly half the time he slowed him down. He figured he'd be back to pester him soon enough so he decided to put as much of this work behind him before David returned. A tingling in his left ass cheek kept grabbing a bit of his thought but grinding his ass a little deeper into the seat gave some relief. After an hour of work...
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