Naomi fires Jennifer and makes her beg for her Job

(Please note: I changed some of the rules to suit my tastes and how I visualise this happening)

“Close the door behind you, sweetie” Naomi cooed. Jennifer tugged the door handle, but the wood was caught on something in the carpet. She pulled harder and harder, using both hands, but still couldn’t get it to budge. Even her foot placed against the wall exposing her pussy to everyone who looked over at the ruckus she was causing. After a humiliating minute and a half, the door slammed shut, causing Jennifer to fly backwards and hit her head on the carpeted floor. She groaned in pain, rubbing her eyes open to see the hairy, unwashed, unshaved pussy. Naomi was still laughing at her, although she was definitely on the decline of that. She turned around, reached over her desk and pushed a button near her widescreen monitor. The windows immediately blacked out so no one could see into the wide windows of Naomi’s office. The thought of what was to come shot terror through Jennifer’s nerves.

“24th July , 8:32. 25th July, 8:31. 28th July, 8:34. 31st July, 2nd and 3rd August, 5th 6th 7th August all late to work, and now; 8th August, 8:31. You understand why you’re here, Jennifer?” Naomi monologued, her warm smile turning to a cold stare.

“I know, it’s been a really hard two weeks.” Jennifer falsely whimpered, knowing it really hadn’t been hard at all.

“Don’t try and pull that act with me young lady, you’ve been working with me for 3 years, I know EXACTLY when you’re lying. Now sit.” she ordered, her hand motioning towards a clean white chair, except for the yellow and brown circle stain in the seat. Naomi herself leaned against the table that there was nothing between her and the woman in panic.

“Your appallingly inconsistent, apathetic, lazy, selfish, arrogant, naive, dumb and frankly idiotic nature have plagued my soul for the past few weeks and I see no other option than to let you go.”

Jennifer rose in anger, her 5’10 height towered over Naomi’s 5’2 which gave her the confidence she needed to stand up for herself. “You can’t fire me! I am a vital part of this company! And if you do even ATTEMPT to fire me, I’m gonna report you to the authorities and shut. you. down.” She was sporting the most proud smirk anyone could ever make. Her blood was pumping, her Adrenaline was spiking but her nerves were frizzled. Oh god what had she done? Why did she get so defensive and full of anger? What was going to happen to her? These thoughts circled around Jennifer’s mind as she kept her eye contact, maintaining her stand.

A wimpy expression fell upon Naomi’s face, one that conveyed defeat.. submission even! This was it! This was where Naomi would apologise and Jennifer would be promoted and she would finally get the respect she desired for so long from her! “Wait why do I care about her approval?” Jennifer queried to herself. That wasn’t important though, what was important was Naomi’s face had changed. It had altered from weakness to now... struggle?

Naomi let out long, wet farts and didn’t stop until around the 20th one where the sounds changed from releasing gas to a warm, wet splat. Jennifer lost her concentration and donned a puzzled expression as she looked directly at her boss’s hips. Mushy, squishy poop was spreading out of Naomi’s short, pink skirt and pooling around her arse, spreading all over the table. It flowed like lava and sludged over the end of the table, creating a sort of waterfall which fell onto her feet. The liquid shit splashed and landed near the feet of Jennifer too, getting in between her toes, under her soles and all around her ankles. She was so disgusted, so in shock she was paralysed, stuck forever staring at her boss’s skirt.

Naomi rolled her skirt up and exposed her almost comically hairy pussy to Jennifer. Her movements were made clear too as she was subtly grinding into the mess she was making. Naomi rolled onto her back, coating the back of the pink blazer she was wearing with her mess, and aim her urethra towards Jennifer. She released a golden stream that soaked where ever it fell on Jennifer’s white blouse. The piss was getting everywhere as Naomi was furiously mashing her clit with all her strength, spraying Jennifer so her shirt was now perfectly stuck to her skin, showing off her perfect breasts and erect nipples.

Jennifer had woken up from her state and went to scream, not mainly out of fear, but out of confusion. Before she could, she felt her throat entangle in the palm of Naomi’s hand, who pulled her down to her face level. Naomi kissed her with all the passion she had inside her small body, as she moaned, screamed, then shrieked her orgasm into the mouth of her employee. Jennifer felt powerless to do anything; she couldn’t move, she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t even blink. The only thing she could do was feel how wet her underwear was with her juices. Naomi drew her lips out of lock and sighed, moving her hand towards her clit and rubbing hard, just as if she was ready to go again.

“Jenny, I’ve given it some thought. I think there’s a way we can keep you at this company.”

Jennifer fell through the earth, through the water, through the atmosphere, through the galaxy. Nothing made sense anymore. Up felt down, left felt right, her mind was gone, somewhere unknown. Her feelings and emotions pushed her conscience into the abyss, but her white out left her body on the floor, in the floor, at the feet of Naomi.