[FLASH] From stuck up CEO to debased toilet girl

"Hey, janitor! I need you to clean a mess. Come here."

He winced as the voice of the CEO rang across the hallway. Amy Wu was universally hated by her employees, and no one hated her more than Terry the janitor. The Asian-American was young, and a spoiled princess too used to getting her own way. It was a poorly kept secret in the company that she only had this job because of nepotism. If it weren't for Daddy being the largest stakeholder after the old CEO died, she'd never have been anything more than a mailroom girl failing out of college. She was rude, short-tempered, and lazy. Worst of all, at least to Terry, she still didn't know his name after five years working in the same building and cleaning up after her messes.

"Can you hear me? Are you deaf? I told you to come here. There's a mess in the bathroom, and you need to clean it up right now."

Terry closed his eyes, breathed in through his nose, and counted to 3. He heard her heels click on the linoleum floor a few times before stopping. Anticipating more insulting demands, he turned on the spot towards her with a fake smile on his face.

"Of course, Ms Wu. Show me where and I'll clean it right away," he said, struggling to keep the fury from his voice. Yes, it was his job to clean messes, but she didn't have to be so short with him.

She said, "My office bathroom, you moron. That's what I said. The toilet is clogged and some dirty water spilled onto the floor. I barely got out of there with dry shoes, and if it spreads to the carpet in my office, there will be hell to pay. Understand, janitor?"

His eye twitched. Terry wasn't sure if she was being malicious or just an idiot, though the cruel smile on her face seemed to indicate the former. He couldn't deny she was beautiful, though. Long, black hair, well kept by the most expensive products her Daddy's credit card could buy. A fat ass and heavy tits, both of which were round and taut. She was a cock tease in the ****, Terry thought, and always wore tight skirts and low cut blouses to torment him. Her face was the most interesting part of her body, though. It was exotic, containing heavy elements of her Daddy's Laotian heritage, as well as subtler hints of her mother's pleasant combination of Vietnamese and Nepalese. All three mingled gorgeously in what was currently a sadistic, arrogant expression.

"Are you just going to just fucking stare or are you going to go do your shitty job?"

Terry wanted to snap, and vent all his frustration and his inferiority complex right in this Asian bitch's smug face. But he didn't. He gritted his teeth, whitened his knuckles clutching his janitorial cart, and headed towards Amy's office.

The air rippled around him before he could take two steps. Terry stumbled and tried to catch himself on his cart, but it suddenly wasn't there. He landed on the floor, jumped up quickly, and brushed off his tailor-fitted stuff, glad no one had been around to see that.

Wait, suit? Terry looked down. Gone was his gray, wrinkled janitorial outfit. Gone was the slight pudge at his stomach. Gone was the stoop in his posture. He blinked, and the confusion faded. Why would he have any of those things? He was the CEO of a major company, not some lowly janitor. Terry shook his head, and continued walking to Amy's office.

Amy's office? That wasn't right. It was his office. Amy, Amy... The name did sound familiar, though. Oh, right!

Terry snapped his fingers as he made the realization, startling Ji-woo, one of his employees who had just turned the corner. Ji-woo was a purebred Korean, and befitting her pedigree, showed off more skin than she covered. She was barefoot and bare-legged, all the way up to the bottom of her ass cheeks. There, a mockery of a pencil skirt clung to her body, threatening to ride up her hips and reveal what lay beneath with every step. In fact, that's exactly what happened; Terry snapped, Ji-woo jumped, and her bare, Korean pussy slipped into view.

A blush spread across her porcelain features as she adjusted the fabric, which was almost an irony considering how much of her tits were exposed. The only other article of clothing besides the skirt was a blouse that could be more accurately described as just a pair of sleeves. The entirety of her arms were covered, but the rest of the shirt was barely three inches wide from top to bottom. Only a single button could fit on it, and that was even undone. She kept it closed across her ample breasts by tying the material off between them. It was just barely enough to keep her nipples - but not her areola - modest if she tried, and she clearly didn't try. Two hard nipples stared at Terry as he lecherously stared back.

"Sorry, sir," Ji-woo mumbled, blushing hard and scurrying down the hall. He might have to call her up for a performance review soon. For now, though, he had another Asian bitch to attend to.

That was Amy, of course. At first, he couldn't make the connection between that name and the personal, live-in toilet girl who stayed in his office bathroom 24/7. He hadn't used her actual name in years, not since he bought her - or rather, paid her a one-time salary to be accepted by her previous caretakers, as he was legally obligated to call it. He barely even thought of her as human anymore, and that suited Amy just fine.

When Terry arrived in the bathroom where she lived, the Asian girl was sleeping. There was no traditional toilet in this room. Instead, there was Amy Wu, strapped into her apparatus in the center of a depressed square in the floor. Her hair was knotted and clumped, and a recently-dried sheen of piss coated most of her body. His secretary must have been in here to use the facilities. Terry wished he could have seen that; his cock was getting hard at the mere thought of it. He kicked off his shoes into the bin just outside the bathroom, neatly folded his pants into the same, and left his underwear on the floor where he stepped out of them. With a soft click, the bathroom door shut behind him. Amy remained slumped in her restraints, arms spread to either side, in a kneeling position with splayed legs.

He willed his cock to remain soft, took careful aim, then let loose with his bladder all across her face. She sputtered awake, and instinct took over. Her lips parted. Terry decided to give her what she wanted and directed his stream into her gutter of a mouth. Loud gulps filled the room; she hadn't even opened her eyes yet, and already she was on the verge of orgasm. Amy was a very highly honed toilet girl. By now, it would almost be more unusual to see the bitch cumming with any actual physical stimulation rather than without it. Her climaxes were entirely fueled by piss, shit, and being degraded.

Terry fed into that last part as he shifted his flow onto her tits. "You fucking disgusting toilet," he growled as she moaned. "You dirty goddamn piss-drinker. Who used you before me today? You were already wet. Was it Tara? My secretary, Tara? I bet you fucking loved drinking her piss. I bet you wish I would just chain you up in some seedy bar bathroom. I hear Yellow Fever has an opening."

His lips curled into a cruel smile as her body shook. There it was - the first orgasm of today's first bathroom break. He cut off his stream, though he wasn't necessarily done pissing. He just wanted to save some for later. Then, thankful he had remembered to take his pants off first, Terry turned around and backed up towards her. Amy's eyes cracked open, and even the string of piss in her eyes was arousing. She let out a guttural gasp at the sight of his asshole descending upon her mouth, and barely had time to take a breath before her face was enveloped by ass cheek.

Immediately, the sensation of her tongue on his shithole sent shivers up Terry's spine. She was a phenomenal ass eater, especially for a former CEO. Former CEO? Terry shook his head, unsure why that thought had floated in. Amy had never been anything other than a toilet. She was raised into it. This was her destiny, it always will be, and it always was.

A grunt interrupted his thoughts. Amy redoubled her licking. Lots of Nepalese girls liked the flavor of ass, but it took a truly special girl to like it even dirtier than that. Amy was one of the biggest shit-lovers around, and the loving way her tongue encircled his expanding sphincter reminded Terry of that. A log of thick, fibrous feces slid into her mouth. The slurping slowed, but he felt another delicious sensation - that of her lips quivering as she swallowed. Like deepthroating a cock, it slithered down her throat in one continuous, unbroken line. She accepted his shit gift down her gullet with the sort of enthusiasm you just couldn't fake. It was many years of practice that allowed her to swallow carefully enough that it didn't break, while simultaneously breathing through her nose. She didn't panic, she didn't go so quickly that it broke, she didn't gag. Every inch of waste that passed out of his rectum was tenderly attended to by her once-pink tongue and her wet mouth.

Finally, he pinched it off. It wasn't his biggest turd ever, but he relished the thought of how deep in her throat it must have gotten. Her cheeks were puffed out almost adorably, and a thin brown film dirtied her lips and some of her cheek. As she chewed the portion still in her mouth, he unleashed the rest of his bladder across her face. She orgasmed again; then, after swallowing her mouthful of crap, she opened her mouth to drink his piss to a third orgasm.

"Disgusting fucking toilet," he muttered, which sent her Laotian side ablaze with lust.

Without warning, Terry flushed. Flushing an Asian toilet was different from flushing a usual toilet. A chain dangled from the ceiling to the side, and when he pulled it, a deluge of ice-cold water spilled into the square in which Amy knelt. It utterly soaked her, removing all traces of dirt from her body. As the water drained into a tiny grate near the corner of the square, she gasped for breath and shivered uncontrollably. The lights flicked off shortly after, leaving her in the freezing dark. Such was life for a CEO's personal toilet girl.