Business Opportunity
by weaboolyf

**DISCLAIMER: This story is a fetish story, and contains fetish material, namely farting, and some light implied scat.**

As my first year out of Highschool came to an end, I began to realise just how little of a plan I had for my life. I didn't have a job, I had just broke up with my girlfriend, and the few friends I still had, were no help. But this would all change I thought, after reading a peculiar ad in the newspaper, "No Job? No money? No problem." I felt as if the opening line directly targetted me, however, it was obvious that many people were in the same position, and this was just to grab their attention. But as I continued reading the article, I was beginning to think that it could actually benefit me. "Our free course requires no higher education than high school, and can guarantee an opportunity to make lots of cash quickly." I knew it sounded shady, but I was desperate, and I was going to get my life back on track today. I ripped the address line out of the newspaper, showered, and put on the nicest clothes I had. The place wasn't in the nicest area, but it didn't matter, I got there as quickly as I could.

As soon as I reached the building I was already regretting my decision to come. It was a creepy old warehouse surrounded by derelict apartments. Just as I was preparing to leave, a fancy black car pulled up next to me. "Get in." I heard a voice emerge from the window as it slid open. Inside the car sat a beautiful woman. She had jet black hair, small clear glasses, and bright green eyes. She wore a professional looking suit, which struggled to hold back her cleavage. "Get in. Now." She was growing irritated. I walked around to the passenger side, and the door locked as soon as I reached for the handle. "The back seat." I followed her orders and entered the back of the car. The inside was fancy, with beige leather seats, tinted windows, and small gold stitching on the headrests, not to mention how good it smelled. "So...um. Who are you..?" I asked, trying my best not to piss her off any more than she already clearly was. "I'm your new boss."

The rest of the car ride was quiet. No matter how much I prodded, she wouldn't reveal any information to me. Finally, the car stopped, we were downtown now, and above us stood a tall highrise office building. "Is this the place?" I asked. "No, stay back there." The woman replied as she shuffled through the glove compartment. Eventually, she found what she was looking for, a black, silk blindfold. "Put it on. No more questions. Do you want this job or not?" I was reluctant, but I figured there was a good enough reason for me needing the blindfold, so I agreed. I was desperate for the money anyway. "Good, do not remove it until I say." I didn't want to anger my boss, so I sat with my hands in my lap, completely unaware of my surroundings behind the blindfold. Once more the car stopped. I was led out of the vehicle and up a long walkway. A door creaked open, and finally, I was able to remove the blindfold.

At first, all I could see was blinding white light, but soon my eyes adjusted. I was standing in the doorway of a large, luxury home. The walls and floor were bright white, and there were small statues and tall ferns everywhere. The house looked a lot like Mia Wallace's from Pulp Fiction. I stood back in awe of how nice it was, but I was yanked out of my daydreaming by a loud metallic click, and tightness around my throat. "Now follow me. If you try to leave or take it off, that collar will send enough electricity through you to kill an elephant." I was paralysed by fear. I couldn't move and my heart began to race. "Don't be such a baby. You're the only idiot gullible enough to follow our newspaper ad. This is what you deserve. Now come on, I don't have all day.". I followed her, shaking with panic, as we entered a small, dark room down the hall.

Once inside, the woman locked the door and removed her blazer. She looked stunning in her tight white dress shirt, and knee-length, form-fitting skirt. "Now follow my instructions carefully. First, you will remove your coat. Second, you will walk over to the device in the centre of the room. And finally, you will lie down, placing your head in the device, facing upward. Understood?" she ordered. "Y-yes. U-understood" I said, I promptly followed her commands, and soon I was lying down with my head in some sort of box. I was still in too much shock to realise what was happening or what exactly this device was. "Ahhh, finally I can relax..." she sighed, walking slowly towards me. She stepped over my chest and squatted on top of it, I could smell her sweet-smelling perfume as she stared me right in the eyes. She smiled brightly and lowered the lid of the box over me. My face stuck out from the snug hole in the centre. She then locked it tightly, with a padlock, stood up, turned, and sat quickly on my face.

"MMMPH!! MMMMHH!!" Before I could blink, my nose was wedged between her butt crack, angled up against her asshole. I tried to scream, but my mouth was muffled against her taint. I thrashed violently, banging on the sides of the prison my head was locked into, as I began to lose strength, the woman softly grabbed my wrists and locked them in bindings on the floor next to either side of the box. "Haha, are you scared? Good, I would be as well if I were this close to my ass. Especially on chilli night..." She began to laugh loudly, as I was finally realising what her plans for me were. She began to fidget, massaging her stomach, and adjusting her deeply wedgied ass on my nose. Bracing for the worst I held my breath, but just as her stomach let out a long, gurggly rumble, she placed both of her hands on my stomach and forced it down.

"Yes... Good boy, exhale all that nice, fresh air in your lungs... Make lots of room, I feel a nasty one cooking.." I tried with all my might to keep holding my breath, but it was no use. She continued pressing down hard on my stomach until there was no oxygen left in my body, and I could feel myself starting to pass out. Just as my vision started to tunnel, she arched her lower back and released my stomach. I subconsciously took the deepest breath of my life, unwittingly sucking her ripe fart into my nostrils. As soon as the foul, beefy odour struck me, I started to panic. I struggled against my bindings hard, but her deadly gas continued to flow out into my nose. Every breath I took started to smell worse than the last, I could almost taste all the chilli she had for dinner. The hissing fart began to slowly relent, leaving me to suck up the lingering odour of her gas. "Yuck.. a silent one. I guess that's just what beans do to me, haha. Oh but you loved it, didn't you? Mhmm, of course, you did. You'll make a fine servant to my ass."

After she ground her disgusting fart scented ass into my nose for what felt like an eternity, I finally started to smell hints of her sweet, girly perfume once more. She began leaning forwards, and I thought i was finally done with this hell, but it was only getting worse. To my horror, she picked her wedgied skirt out from her ass crack and began to slide it off. Before my eyes, i now saw her thick, meaty ass, covered only by soft, white panties. As she sat back down on my nose, I no longer smelled her fresh perfumey odour, instead, what I got was the musty stench of ass crack sweat. "Ahhhh, gotta air these out sometimes, it's just so hot in that skirt. But don't worry, it'll smell really good down there in a few seconds." Once more she pushed down on my stomach, bringing me to the brink of asphyxiation. I knew what was coming, and I didn't bother struggling. I just shut my eyes and prepared.

She quickly filled my empty lungs with another thick, wet fart. I breathed it in hard but was met with an even stronger odour than last time. Her thin, white panties weren't filtering any of the gas. And to make matters worse, this one had a distinct scent of egg to it. I groaned in discomfort as my senses were overwhelmed by the humid fog of sulfur. "Ouuu... that one had a bit of egg in it, huh? Must be that big, yummy breakfast burrito I had earlier..." It was like this woman ate specifically to make her gas as wretched as possible, in fact, that's probably exactly what she did. As I huffed up the last of her nasty fart, she audibly grunted as she forced another steaming hot one out behind it. The sound of the second fart made me sick to my stomach. It was so wet that I could imagine the smell before it even hit me. Quickly all I could smell was egg, I shook my head side to side, trying desperately to escape her ungodly gas. As she sat down harder, securing my nose between her ass, the smell got stronger. With every breath I took the smell got worse, and I felt an awful, gooey moisture against my nose.

As the fart hissed to an end, the smell failed to fade away with it. I struggled once more, trying my hardest to evoke some mercy from my captor. "Oh my, sounds like you really hated that one. I don't blame you. A fart that wet. I definitely stained my panties. Hahaha" She continued grinding my nose deeper into her buttcrack, baking the awful smell into my mind. After about an hour or so, she finally stood up off of my face. I stared in horror at the light brown stain emanating from the crack of her panties. "Haha, if you couldn't tell down there, I've really got to use the bathroom." She knelt down and freed my head from the box. With my wrists still bound to the floor, she strutted off to the corner of the room, where she pulled a short, chain leash out from a chest. She returned to me, and fastened the leash onto the front of my shock collar, before freeing my wrists, finally. "You're going to kneel in front of the toilet, and watch me relieve myself. Oh, and I think I'm fresh out of toilet paper, so your tongue will have to suffice." She smirked at me and began to leave the room, yanking on my leash.