This choice: Shadowing Fariha's Meditative Yoga Class • Go Back...Chapter #5Yoga With Mischievous Miss Fariha (Part One) by: Unknown "Basically, today, I need you to shadow Fariha's yoga class. Make sure she's giving our patrons a good workout!" Mari concluded by smiling at you, as if she hadn't just sentenced you to a crazy and tireless day.
Usually, if you had any way of controlling it, you'd go far out of your way to avoid Fariha whenever possible. Spending any prolonged amount of time around her always resulted in you being squished at least once, if not several times, a hapless victim of the energetic girl's nigh-limitless desire to tease and prank affected. No matter how prepared you thought you were for Fariha on a given day, the girl would somehow top herself with the sheer audacity of her pranks, and you'd wind up embarrassed and squashed as a result.
And it wasn't as if Fariha's behavior was a secret or anything. Everyone at Focused Fitness, including your own wife, was well aware of the Indian girl's penchant for being mischievous with tinies. It was just that, to the unaffected staff members like your wife and Lihua, Fariha's pranks were more something to roll their eyes and chuckle at. They viewed her behavior more like an unruly younger sister messing around, rather than cruel and manipulative.
Which, to be fair, wasn't entirely wrong. Unlike the 'pranks' and 'accidents' your own younger sister Jenna had subjected you to while growing up, Fariha's weren't rooted in malice or resentment. Whereas Jenna had actively wanted to hurt you (even if a deeply buried part of her still loved you like family), Fariha purely found teasing and messing with tinies to be fun, as it no doubt reminded her of growing up with her own affected brothers. Knowing that she didn't truly mean ill took a lot of the edge off of what otherwise would've been bad behavior.
You, though, couldn't quite look past how exhausting Fariha could be, as unlike your wife and Lihua, you were a direct victim of the girl's pranks and accidents. And while Mari wasn't anywhere near as bad as your own mother had once been, it did sometimes feel like Mari wasn't seeing the whole picture how just how demeaning and uncomfortable Fariha's pranks could be to actually physically experience. It was one thing to laugh at seeing your employee yet again trick a woman into sitting on your husband as a little 'prank', but it was another thing entirely to be that tiny being crushed by a massive sweaty ass for hours on end.
And that wasn't even getting into the many ways in which some of Fariha's past pranks had spiraled out of her control, much like Jenna's own had on occasion during childhood. No matter how much planning went into the pranks, one could never account for everything, and more than once you'd been set up for some low-stakes pratfall thanks to the overzealous girl, only to wind up in a much more horrible state when Fariha got distracted, your bad luck kicked in, or the girls own sister made things worse. You still vividly recalled the time she'd dropped you into a patron's sock, then got caught up with some other students at the end of the lesson and forgot to retrieve you, and the oblivious woman took you home, ran you through the wash, and wore the sock you'd become engrained to eight more times over the span of two weeks before Fariha tracked you down and sheepishly apologized.
But, if Mari wanted you to work with Fariha, then so be it. Who were you to say 'no' to your gorgeous wife? It made you feel good to take just that little bit of extra stress off of her back by pitching in, and at least shadowing Fariha was better than trying to shadow Saira, who was twice as bad as her sister for entirely different reasons!
You nodded at your wife. "Okay, sounds like a plan."
Fariha practically squealed. "Ah, seriously? I get to co-teach with the big boss man himself today? That's awesome!" She grinned at you, and held out her palm. You nervously gulped as your wife dropped you into the Indian girl's hand, then she blew you a kiss and wandered off with Lihua. Saira lingered for an extra second, glaring in your direction, before she too huffed and stalked off.
You turned back to face the beautiful exuberant face of your co-teacher for the day. "So, Fariha, yoga class? How's it been going so far?"
"Awesome!" Fariha beamed. "About the only thing to complain about is the lack of cuties to mess around with, since it's all just a bunch of unaffected ladies. So you'll totally improve the vibe of the class today just by being there!" Her smile widened, and she didn't even try to hide the glint of mischief in her eye.
You sighed. "That's great, but please try to keep the 'messing around' to a minimum. For my sanity, okay?"
Fariha mimed being offended. "Why, boss, who do ya take me for? I'm a mature and responsible young woman, and it would be childish of me to do something so silly." Her eyes flicked away from you, towards someone over your shoulder. "I can't believe that you would even--WHOOPS!"
All of a sudden, the girl let out a theatrical cry and tossed you from her hands, and you flew backwards so fast you couldn't even think to cry out. One second you'd been standing on the girl's firm palm, the next you were flying, and the next you had crashed into tanned silky-smooth sweat-slicked flesh, sinking up to your stomach in an embrace of hot flesh. You were pinched on all sides so tightly that you couldn't even wriggle free, your face pressed into darkness and only your legs free to kick uselessly.
Lihua (whose abundant chest you'd just been pitched into) gasped. She'd returned down the hallway to grab something she'd misplaced earlier, only to see Fariha's fingers flick and then something impact against her chest. "Fariha, did you just flick something at me?" She asked her younger co-worker.
Fariha's grin was feral. "Maaaaybe. Matt slipped outta my hands, it was an accident."
Lihua raised an eyebrow and glanced down at her tits, where she could see your legs flailing from the depths of her cleavage. Sighing, she pulled you out and dabbed at you with the edge of her tank top, trying to dry a bit of sweat from your body. When she was done, she returned you to Fariha and put her hands on her hips.
"Try not to mess with your boss so much, Fariha." Lihua gently chided her. "I don't know how much he enjoys it."
"Aw, you kidding?" Fariha laughed. "It's just the way the two of us show our appreciation for each other. It's all in good fun, and he totally loves it, right boss?" Fariha grinned at you and then vigorously shook you up and down like a toy doll, forcing your head to bobble like crazy. The ridiculous looking sight brought on another wave of laughter from Fariha, and even Lihua cracked a smile.
"Okay, okay. Don't force him to throw up, now." Lihua shook her head ruefully. "You're always a handful, aren't you, Fariha? Just try to be gentle with Matt today, okay?"
"Roger roger!" Fariha snapped to attention and saluted, teasing Lihua's smile just a bit wider.
Lihua was one of the most pro-affected people on the entire planet, and so conceptually sometimes Fariha's pranks against affected rubbed her the wrong way. But Lihua also had one of the biggest and most compassionate hearts on the planet, and so she found herself easily able to see that Fariha didn't truly mean anything bad by her behavior, and really was just expressing fun and affection in her own way. That, plus with Lihua's own tiny-sized brothers at home, the gorgeous Chinese fitness instructor found herself easily able to sympathize with the younger girl.
Lihua bade Fariha and you farewell and strolled off, and then your excitable partner graciously let you reform in her palm as she headed off to the room she used for her yoga classes.
*****
Fariha, thankfully, didn't interfere with you again for the next fifteen minutes. She usually did as such, alternating between pranks and normal unobtrusive behavior, almost like she had some invisible meter in her head that compelled her to mess with tinies at certain points, and then went on cooldown at other times. You wished you had your own meter to tell you when Fariha's was flaring up, so you'd know to run the hell away from her, but you'd take what you could get with the girl.
During your break from her pranking, you helped her get her yoga class ready. While she rolled out the mats (using bright red ones, which you found pleasingly attentive of her as a way to reduce accidents with flesh-toned tinies getting smeared onto mats), you arranged the student sign-in sheet by the front door, and also prepped Fariha's music playlist of gentle ambiance and meditative lo-fi soundtracks. Contrary to the instructor's infamous enthusiasm, Fariha's actual classes tended to be subdued and relaxing, so you hoped that would equate to a chill class.
But with Fariha, that really didn't seem likely.
Finally, it was only five minutes until the class was set to start, and the first of the students arrived. You vaguely recognized her, having seen her around the gym, but didn't actually know a thing about her. She had smooth skin as white as snow, short blonde hair, and soft blue eyes. She was dressed in a modest yellow sports bra and white undershirt that accentuated her lean physique, and her long legs further gave her a ballerina-like appearance. The only outlier was a fairly substantial sculpted and perky booty that strained against yellow compression shorts that matched the bra, but her cheeks were clearly toned as hell from how little they wobbled as she walked into the room. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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