You arrived at Madame Marissa's office feeling both nervous and excited. She had offered you a job as her personal assistant, and after a successful interview, you were finally about to start your work trial. As you walked into her office, you saw her glamorous figure behind the desk, wearing a tight-fitting business suit.
"Good morning, Madame Marissa," you said, trying to sound professional.
"Good morning, young man," she replied, her voice low and commanding. "I trust that you've had a good night's rest? Because today, you're going to earn your keep as my personal assistant."
Your heart began to race as she leaned forward, placing her hands on her desk. "You see, my old assistant didn't last very long. He had quite a few duties, including serving as my office chair when I needed one."
She paused, giving you a sly smile. "So, I thought I'd start your work trial with a bang. Why don't you begin by sitting down on the floor in front of my desk?"
You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "Yes, ma'am. Of course," you replied, feeling your palms begin to sweat.
As you knelt down on the floor, you couldn't help but notice the way Madame Marissa's legs looked in her tight skirt. They seemed strong yet feminine, and for a moment, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to serve her in this capacity.
"That's a good boy," she said softly, her voice full of authority. "Now, I want you to put your head back, so that I can comfortably sit down on your face."
You felt a jolt of panic as you complied, leaning back onto your hands. A moment later, you felt the weight of Madame Marissa's body press down onto your face. Her hard jeans were pressing against your cheeks, and you could feel her warm breath on your neck.
"This is going to be a long day," she murmured, her voice distant. "I'm really hoping you'll be able to handle it."
As Madame Marissa began typing away at her computer, you found yourself shifting uncomfortably beneath her. Her weight was pressing down on your shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. But you forced yourself to stay still, reminding yourself that this was part of your job.
Time seemed to drag on as you remained positioned on the floor beneath Madame Marissa. You could feel yourself growing increasingly light-headed from lack of oxygen, but you refused to give in to the urge to move. After what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa finally stood up from her desk.
"I hope you made a good impression on your first day," she said with a smirk. "Because from now on, you'll be serving as my office chair every time I need one."
With that, she walked out of her office, leaving you there on the floor, panting for air. As you struggled to catch your breath, you couldn't help but wonder what the rest of your time as Madame Marissa's personal assistant would entail. But one thing was certain—you were determined to be a good office chair for her.
