It was a typical day at the office, and the boss was once again playing favorites with the new girl. She was younger, prettier, and seemed to be getting all the attention that the rest of the women at the office were craving. The jealousy was palpable as they watched their boss flirt shamelessly with her,teasingly running his fingers through her hair or brushing against her as he passed by. They had all worked hard to get where they were, and yet here was this naive upstart being showered with attention simply because of her looks.
As the day wore on, tensions only seemed to rise. The other women exchanged glances, their faces twisted into expressions of anger and frustration. They knew something had to be done about the newcomer. That night, after everyone had left for the day, they hatched a plan while sipping on their coffee in the break room. They'd had enough of feeling ignored and undervalued. It was time to take matters into their own hands, literally.
Dutifully, they all returned to the office after hours, their hearts racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Once inside, they stormed into the women's locker room where they knew the new girl would be changing. She looked up at them, confused at their sudden appearance after hours. Little did she know, this was just the beginning of her humiliation.
One by one, they pulled out enemas and injected themselves with the liquid, feeling it flow into their rectums. Their bodies shook with anticipation as they shared dirty looks with one another, relishing in the moment of revenge. When they were finally ready, they turned to the unsuspecting new girl and started to take turns squirting their feces onto her clothes, her bag, and anywhere they could get their aim right. There was a strange sense of power in doing this, knowing that they were finally getting the better of someone who had been making them feel inferior for so long.
As the new girl stood there, clueless about what was happening, they laughed maniacally, their voices echoing through the empty halls. Satisfied with their work, they left her there, covered in filth and shame. The locker room reeked of feces and desperation as they closed the door behind them, leaving her there to stew in her own misery.
Meanwhile, the bosses heard the commotion from their office and decided to investigate. To their horror, they found their favorite girl lying on the floor, naked and crying. The smell of shit was overwhelming, and they knew instantly what had happened. Disgusted, they yelled at her to clean herself up and get out of the office. They couldn't believe she had been the target of such a vile attack.
Shaken and humiliated, the new girl staggered to her feet. She tried to cover herself with what was left of her clothes as she rinsed away the filth in the bathroom sink. Tears streamed down her face as she realized this was not at all how she imagined her first day at the office would end. She knew deep down that she would never be able to go back to work there again, not after what had happened.
Clutching her messenger bag, filled with their feces, she trudged towards the exit. No words were exchanged between her and the bosses as she walked out of the building for the last time. She had been nothing but a pawn in their twisted game of jealousy and revenge. As the office doors closed behind her, all that was left was the echo of her footsteps fading into the night.
