Bastienne rubbed her eyes wearily as she stared at the laptop screen in front of her. The monotony of working from home during the pandemic had started to take its toll, but the situation had turned into an outright nightmare since her perverted boss decided to record everyone during work hours. As if that weren't bad enough, he insisted they install cameras under their desks. Bastienne couldn't help but feel violated.
Her boss, Mr. Mason, was a total scumbag. A man well into his 60s, he had developed a fascination with younger employees like Bastienne, always making lewd comments and suggesting they dress more professionally—as if they were there to impress him. Bastienne hated feeling objectified, but she needed the job.
Every day, she would sit at her desk, wondering what new perverted demand he would make next. She tried her best to ignore him and focus on her work, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Her mind often drifted to thoughts of quitting and finding a new job, but the reality of the situation was that opportunities were scarce right now.
One morning, as Bastienne prepared for her usual call with Mr. Mason, she couldn't help but notice the uncomfortable feeling in her gut. She had eaten a rather large and spicy meal the night before, which she suspected might be causing some stomach distress. As she took a seat at her desk, she tried to ignore the tell-tale signs of an impending dump—gurgling noises from her stomach and an occasional fart sneaking out—but it was impossible.
Finally, the moment came when she couldn't hold it anymore. As the intense urge to defecate overcame her, she made a split-second decision. She quickly unzipped her skirt and lowered her panties, revealing her round and plump ass. Then, with a loud moan of pleasure, she let out a long, slow poop. The warm sensation washing over her as she relieved herself felt almost euphoric.
As she finished and savored the feeling of emptiness, she glanced over at the camera under her desk. For a moment, she felt a twinge of fear—had Mr. Mason seen what she just did? But then, a sly smile spread across her face. She hadn't forgotten about the camera, and neither had Mr. Mason. If he wanted to watch every fucking thing she did all day, then he was about to get an eyeful.
With that, she reached down and wiped her ass clean, careful not to make too much noise. She knew that if Mr. Mason heard anything suspicious, he'd be all over her like a cheap suit. As she finished up, she thought about how amusing it would be to watch Mr. Mason's reaction to this little 'surprise'. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Bastienne tried hard not to think about what she had done. But by the end of the day, she couldn't contain her excitement anymore. As she prepared for her final call with Mr. Mason, she wondered if he had seen anything on the camera. She crossed her fingers and hoped for the best.
When the call finally came in, Bastienne took a deep breath and tried to appear professional as always. To her surprise, Mr. Mason seemed distracted. He kept glancing down at something on his desk, and there was a slight hint of disgust in his voice when he spoke. Bastienne tried to play it cool, but on the inside, she was celebrating. Maybe her little trick worked!
As the call drew to a close, Mr. Mason thanked Bastienne for her hard work and dismissed her. With a sense of satisfaction, she logged off her computer and leaned back in her chair, gazing up at the ceiling. She couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment. After all, Mr. Mason had pushed her too far, and she had finally stood up to him—in the most unexpected and satisfying way possible.
As she sat there, reflecting on her day, she couldn't help but think about how things might have been different if she hadn't decided to take such a bold step. Maybe she would still be subjected to her boss's perverted demands, living in fear and humiliation. But now, at least for today, she felt like she had taken back control. And who knows? Maybe tomorrow would bring new opportunities for revenge. After all, Bastienne was just getting started.
