Go into the office

Brandi took a deep breath and entered Marty's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment and humiliation, but she knew that this was the only way to keep her job. She closed the door softly behind her and locked it, ensuring that no one would interrupt them.

Marty, a large, sweaty man sat in a dingy, threadbare chair and motioned for Brandi to come closer. "Come here, Brandi. I want you to lie across my lap." Brandi hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with fear. She knew what was coming, but she had **** if she wanted to keep her job. She slowly walked over to Marty and lay down across his lap. Marty's large, rough hands gripped the sides of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down to her thighs. "You've got a nice ass, slut," he said, his voice dripping with lust.

Brandi clenched her fists, her body trembling with fear and humiliation. She could feel the heat of Marty's breath on her exposed flesh as he prepared to strike. "You're going to learn to behave, Brandi," Marty growled, raising his hand. A loud smack echoed through the room as Marty's hand connected with Brandi's soft, white skin. She let out a yelp, the sting of the impact spreading across her ass.

"Happy birthday, whore," Marty said, his voice stern. He raised his hand again, and another hard slap landed on her bare, already reddening flesh.

"Ow!" Brandi cried out, her body jerking in response to the pain. Marty continued to spank her, each smack harder and more forceful than the last. Brandi's ass was now a bright shade of red, and tears streamed down her face.

"You're going to learn to do as you're told, Brandi," Marty said, his voice a low growl. "Or else, you'll lose this job." Brandi sobbed, her body quivering with pain and humiliation. "Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen... and one to grow on!" his last blow shook her whole body, leaving her in tears and pain. He gently lifted her bikini bottoms back into place, his hand lingering on her ass for a moment before letting go.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Marty asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Now, get on your knees. You've got a lot to make up for." Brandi nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. She felt broken and defeated, but she knew she had **** but to continue. She couldn't bear the thought of enduring more humiliation and ****, but she also couldn't afford to lose her job. Brandi swallowed hard and did as she was told, dropping to her knees in front of the repulsive man, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Marty stood up and approached her. He placed his large, sweaty hands on her shoulders, making her skin crawl. "Just remember, this is for your job, Brandi. Don't make this any more difficult than it needs to be." Marty unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his tiny, flaccid prick. He grabbed Brandi's chin, forcing her to look at it. "You're going to make this big and hard, Brandi. You're going to do it for your job."

Tears welled up in Brandi's eyes as she reached out and wrapped her hand around his limp penis. She began to stroke it, trying to ignore the feeling of revulsion that threatened to overwhelm her. Marty let out a low groan, his unwashed dick slowly growing hard in her hand. Once it was fully erect, still very small, Marty pushed her face towards his crotch, forcing her to take it into her mouth. She gagged as he thrust his hips forward, humping her face.

Brandi fought back the urge to vomit. She could feel his sweaty balls slapping against her chin as he continued to thrust, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Minutes passed, and Marty's breathing grew more ragged. He could feel the impending release building within him. "Almost there, whore," he whispered, his voice strained. "Just a little more."

Brandi could feel the hot, sticky fluid filling her mouth as Marty reached his climax. She swallowed as much as she could, the rest dribbling down her chin and onto her tits and bikini top. Marty pulled his softening penis from her mouth, leaving her to clean up the mess. Brandy wiped her face, her heart heavy with shame and humiliation. Marty's voice boomed, "Get the hell out of here, you worthless slut!"

Brandi's heart raced as she headed to the locker room, cleaning herself as best she could, and frantically gathered her things. Her face burned with shame and humiliation. She could feel the sticky residue of Marty's cum on her face, and she felt like everyone in the gym could see it too. As she walked through the gym, her head down, she could feel the stares and whispers following her. She could almost hear the judgments and accusations, and it only served to fuel her sense of worthlessness.

Once she reached her car, Brandi quickly locked herself inside, taking deep, shuddering breaths. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to wipe away the evidence of her degradation, but it seemed to only smear further. She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, her heart heavy with despair. She felt furious at Marty, but she also blamed herself for allowing it to happen. She knew that she needed to take control of her life and put an end to this.