Working Things Out Pt. 02

Emerson Casey

Checking she had everything for a third time, Em zipped up her gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. She found herself nervous, which may not be totally unexpected given it was her first day at work, but she knew that wasn’t the reason.

Locking her car, she spotted Faith leaning against the wall outside the entrance. The late-morning sunrise was reflecting off the woman’s olive skin in an almost angelic way, and her curly brown hair was pulled up into a big ponytail. Em felt her nervousness grow.

“Ten to six; right on time,” Faith said, raising her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

“Wouldn’t be good a look to ignore instructions on my first day,” Em replied, standing awkwardly as Faith gave her a once-over. She could’ve sworn that the brunette spent a little extra time staring at her cleavage but wasn’t positive. Her chest being ogled wasn’t new, but it usually wasn’t her boss doing it.

“Sorry, I realized that we didn’t talk about what I should wear yesterday.” Em broke the silence, causing Faith to meet her eyes once again. “I just put on regular gym clothes.”

“No problem, that’s my bad. I’ve got a shirt inside for you, and I usually just wear yoga pants.”

Em had to catch herself as the woman turned to the side to show off her outfit, her eyes getting drawn to the fabric clinging tightly to the woman’s toned ass. She was no better than the men who constantly eye-fucked her whenever she wore revealing clothing. Although this wasn’t the first time she checked out Faith, it was just usually from a safer distance.

“First things first, though,” Faith pulled out a keychain with several keys on it, holding it up by one in particular. “Main door is unlocked with this one.”

Em took it from her boss, trying to commit the look of the key to memory. Attempting to slide it into the lock, she faced the familiar experience of losing all ability to function while being watched. It took flipping the key three times – she had it right the first time – and turning it in both directions before Em was able to complete the simple task. An excellent first impression.

However, it seemed Faith paid no mind to it, continuing her debriefing as they walked inside. “The main door is the only key I have a copy for currently, so I’ll give you your own before you leave today. The rest I should have copies for by the end of the week.”

Em listened intently as they walked down the entrance hall. Or, as intently as she could while also appreciating the great view of the brunette’s ass she had trailing a few feet behind Faith. She was checking out her boss again; Em could tell this was going to be a troubling habit.

“You can open all the shades when you come in, too. Usually, I close them before leaving, but sometimes I forget.”

“Got it,” Em nodded her head, watching Faith open one of the shades before realizing that she should likely help. So, walking to the opposite side of the gym, she followed suit and began pulling open the window coverings. It wasn’t long until they met back in the middle. “What next?”

“Other than making sure no one broke in overnight and trashed the place, that’s pretty much it in terms of opening. I guess I can show you your locker.”

“Locker? I already have one.”

“Well, you get an employee one now. Perk of the job.”

Em felt her face get hot. Obviously, it’s an employee locker. She knows you have a regular one, she gave you the thing! She hoped that staying behind Faith – in what seemed to be her new position – would hide the embarrassment plastered on her face as she was led into the locker room.

To the left of the door was a short wall with a set of lockers bolted to it. Unlike the others, these were single units that stretched from top to bottom rather than being divided into three. The first of the four lockers belonged to Faith, En knew that. Now it seemed the second belonged to her.

“Employee locker number two,” Faith gestured with one hand while the other turned the small key in the lock and popped open the door. “You can keep your current one, too if you want.”

“No, this one is plenty.”

Faith reached inside, retrieving a shirt which she unfolded and held up. “This is for you.”

It was a plain black, short-sleeve polo that matched Faith’s, ‘Haoma Health and Fitness’ printed in gold lettering on the upper left side. In her hands, she realized it was more akin to a moisture-wicking fabric commonly used for workout clothes rather than the cotton she initially expected.

“I had to guess on size, but I have others if that one doesn’t fit.”

Em held it up to her torso. “It seems like it’ll be fine.” Briefly laying the garment on the bench to free up her hands, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. Tossing it in her locker – along with the bag she had been carrying – she turned to grab her new uniform before remembering where she Ankara escort was. Or, more importantly, who she was with.

Stripping in front of your boss on the first day wasn’t usually a great plan. Though they were in a gym changing room, it was only her shirt, and she was wearing a workout bra. But it would be fair to say that it was a size or two too small, and she was maybe showing off a little more than she should’ve been as a result.

Em couldn’t be too upset, then, when she caught Faith looking at her cleavage. Unlike earlier, she was positive that her boss had been staring, but she did kind of bring it on herself. Em wasn’t the best judge, but also seemed less of a ‘male gaze’ stare, and more general surprise.

With a short clear of her throat, Faith did eventually turn around, much to Em’s appreciation. However, she didn’t entirely mind the situation. She worked hard for her body; it was nice to show it off sometimes.

Not to your boss, idiot.

The shirt did fit and – after some strategic tucking into her pants – looked not bad. With a quick change to her preferred gym running shoes, she closed her locker, signaling to Faith that it was safe to turn around again.

“Looks good,” the woman nodded, clearly doing her best to not address the awkward situation from earlier. “We can go get your keys sorted out now.”

Em followed the woman back to the front desk and dropped herself onto the stool tucked under the desk, leaving the desk chair for Faith. She waited while the brunette dug through one of the drawers in her filing cabinet. From it, she retrieved a keychain with two keys; one for the front and one for her locker, as promised.

“Oh, almost forgot,” Faith exclaimed as she swiveled around, rolling a couple of feet over to the door behind the desk. Another key later – Em already knew she was going to have a hell of a time remembering what opened what – and the two of them were looking into an unassuming closet. “Security and janitorial supplies.”

“Security?”

“Nothing crazy, just the cameras around the place. Storage and power all come from in here, but the actual feed is accessed through the computer. A few in the main space, and a couple outside. Nothing in the locker room or bathrooms of course.”

“Right. Anything I need to worry about?”

Closing and locking the door, Faith rolled back to the desk. “No, not particularly. Usually, when I’m at the desk I’ll have the feed pulled up on the second monitor. Gives you an overview of the place without having to get up and you can make sure no one is breaking any rules.”

Em took a minute to process the fact that Faith had been able to watch her at all times. Hopefully, she didn’t catch me staring at her all those times. It was fortunate, then, that she hadn’t done anything crazy.

“Speaking of,” Faith continued, paying no mind to the semi-zoned out state her employee was currently in. Instead, she quickly typed in a password and brought the monitors to life. “This is where you will spend most of your time. Password for the computer is ‘Ha0maH wouldn’t be a great way to prove her intelligence. So – wisely – she kept her mouth shut and watched her boss work.

“You can watch the camera feeds here,” she rotated one of the monitors so Em could get a better view.

It was a simple piece of software. The window was divided into six parts, each with a different camera feed. “And it’s live?” Em asked.

“Yeah, all live. Saved recordings are in this tab,” Faith explained, clicking over to a different view. “Like I said, storage is physical in the closet. It’s a real hamper on how much we can keep; the recordings get overwritten after three days. I’m looking into cloud storage, but it’s not cheap for this much data.”

Truthfully, Em was bored out of her mind. She didn’t understand how Faith could talk so long about cameras, though she was happy to hear years of her workouts weren’t available for any old creep to watch on the computer.

“Um…” Faith trailed off, returning to the computer’s desktop. “To be honest, I don’t know what else to go over. Emails, I guess?

Emails? I know how to send emails. Em thought, incredulously.

“I mean, there isn’t much for you to do here, to be honest,” Faith admitted. “There is a work account that we’ll share, but most of the important stuff goes to my personal email. Finances, security, payments, etc. This one is more for companies who reach out, the odd patron, and spam. Mostly spam.”

“So, what do I do?”

“Read what comes in if you have time. Flag anything important or let me know directly.”

“And what’s that?” Em asked, pointing towards the highlighted email Faith was scrolling past.

“Ah, something that came in yesterday. A company had some sort of safety evaluation on one of their protein powders. We don’t carry it, but I just wanted to have it as a reminder in case I decided to grow more of a storefront Escort Ankara in the future.”

Em read it over briefly, but she hadn’t heard of the brand and was overall uninterested in what the email had to say. “So that’s everything? I think I can do that.”

“Pretty much. You know how people swipe their tags to sign in, so I don’t need to go over that. While we wait for people to start trickling in, I can give you a quick overview of cleaning.”

“Yeah, sure.”

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Faith Clarke

God today felt like it lasted forever.

It was the main thing on the woman’s mind as she shut up the gym for the night. It wasn’t the first time Faith had trained someone, but it always took the life out of her. It was something she just wasn’t built for. Even if it was Em she was training.

The blonde seemed a bit ditsy, but she was young and a little inexperienced. Still, Faith was satisfied that she could trust her new employee. The fact that Em had been her secret crush since she started at the gym only biased her a little.

The image of the woman’s chest squeezed into that tiny pink sports bra, tits nearly spilling out the top came to mind. To tell the truth, Faith couldn’t get it out of her head. She just prayed that Em hadn’t caught her staring. Although, she – while not positive – had the inclination that the blonde may have been staring once or twice, too.

Which was a problem for two reasons. One, Faith was her boss, and in most workplaces sexually ogling someone wouldn’t go unpunished. And two, (the significantly more serious reason) Faith had chosen to wear a non-insignificant plug this morning and she was now very concerned it was visible through her yoga pants.

Nothing was said by Em, however, so Faith decided to bench it. In the future, she would have to be more conspicuous. Though training should only last a week more at most, then the two women would interact little. Faith was somewhat disappointed at that realization.

With the gym emptied, she had pressing matters to attend to. One of which was physically pressing, her sphincter already fighting. That one, however, would have to wait while Faith made a very important purchase. Besides, the desperation was one of the best parts.

She hadn’t forgotten about the email from Astia per se, but Em’s question certainly brought it to the forefront of her mind. The idea of incontinence-causing creatine powder made her sex ache in a way she rarely felt. The question was: could she get any?

From the Astia website, no. However, she managed to find a third-party protein powder seller, seemingly someone who either ignored the warning or hadn’t seen it. Maybe a concern if it were a serious recall, but for Faith, it was like Christmas day.

Two, two-pound containers were quickly purchased, their delivery date scheduled five days from now. It was times like this that Faith wished for instant delivery. Fortunately, she had other ways to force her bowel movements for the time being, ways she had already started using earlier today.

At the time, she had told Em that she needed to use the restroom and would be back shortly. While she had gone to the bathroom, it wasn’t to relieve herself. Quite the opposite, in fact, as she instead used the time to insert a gel-based laxative up her rectum. The idea that Em – or another gym member, for that matter – would catch her, legs up in the bathroom stall forcing a laxative in her already full ass was quite something. She may or may not have masturbated for a few minutes, too.

While it had done its job, it wasn’t enough. Faith had developed somewhat of a tolerance to laxatives over her expansive time playing with scat (all the more reason she was looking forward to the creatine). At the time, she also had some peace of mind and decided to use only one of the slow-acting suppositories – half the recommended dose.

Now that she was alone, tact was out the window. Everyone knew which locker was hers – for the longest time, it was the only employee locker in use. What they didn’t know, was that she had another, secret locker.

This one was far from what was commonly expected of a gym locker. Rather than running shoes or a change of clothes, this one was filled with dildos, butt plugs, speculums, and all sorts of other degenerate sex toys for debasing oneself. And, on a lower shelf, was her collection of laxatives, suppositories, and enemas. It looked like a strange mash-up of a sex shop and a pharmacy.

For Faith, it perfectly represented what she had become: a deranged sex freak. More emphasis on the ‘sex freak’ part than the ‘deranged’ – she hadn’t quite lost herself. Yet. Though, with every night spent at the gym, she was only pushing herself further towards the latter.

Perhaps the best evidence of this was the decision to insert more suppositories into her already struggling sphincter. Unlike this afternoon, Escort Bayan Faith chose one of her favorite, fast-acting options from her collection. One was the recommended dose, but she thought two might add a little more fun.

So, pulling down her pants, she sat on the edge of the bench and splayed her legs. Her right hand occupied, she lowered her left between her legs and located the thick base of her plug. Unlike the more traditional metal that she tended towards, today’s was a soft silicone. The more pliable material meant a less intrusive fit, but it did mean a thicker base.

Not that she was against intrusive, though. That was evident by the sheer size of the monster buried in her bowels. To any normal, inexperienced person, the twelve-inch-long tapered snake with a six-inch circumference would seem like an excruciating exercise in internal harm. For Faith, it was her warm-up toy. (That was a bit of an exaggeration, but not far from the truth).

As it slid from her ruined hole, she almost wished it was twice the size just so she could experience expelling it for a little longer. Inevitably, it came to an end, the weighty toy flopping in her hand as Faith held it up.

Its tip, as she had come to expect, brought with it a nugget of light brown shit. The length of the toy made it an excellent tool to reach deep into the colon and remove the more troublesome waste. Not that Faith needed more help with that. She had plenty of chemical solutions.

Regardless, it was also nice getting a little treat with the removal of a toy. Faith likened it to a dinner mint after a meal, though even she had to admit that analogy was a little contrived. The delicious pleasure of letting it melt on her tongue, however, was undeniable. That’s not why she was here, though. At least not yet.

So, after allowing herself to enjoy whatever waste was naturally on the toy, she returned focus to the two white, pill-shaped suppositories in her right hand. They were pre-lubricated – another reason they were her go-to – so all it took was a little lining up, and soon both were inside.

Of course, they weren’t instant-acting, but they were fast. Faith knew this – probably better than anyone at this point – but she still had faith that she could a little work out in. The plug usually helped, too. However, today she went for depth rather than circumference, so that may come to bite her a little.

It was with no delay, then, that she returned the silicone snake to her sphincter. The smooth material allowed her to slip it back inside in one, fluid motion. And, with its body swallowed, all Faith could do was pray that it would hold her foul mess in for a little longer.

Pants and panties up, she took a second to remember how to walk naturally with the intrusion in her bowels. Although, after having it in all day, it was only a second. Soon, she was leaving the locker room and returning to the main gym floor. Here she was met with another consequence of her masochistic tendencies.

Today was leg day, and it was going to make holding this load a hell of a lot more difficult.

Faith, of course, knew this. In fact, she planned it. That didn’t change the fact that she was in for one painful struggle of self-will. By the time she made it to the elliptical, she could already feel the suppositories starting to work, the uncomfortable tingle in her rectum telling her as much.

This sensation was familiar to her, it did little to slow her down as she slowly warmed up with cardio. Fifteen or so minutes later, she was sufficiently loose in all areas except the one that mattered most. Fortunately, the suppositories hadn’t kicked it up yet. Sure, the desperation was a little stronger now, but still manageable.

Unfortunately, the rest of her planned exercises were sure to hasten the process. Lunges, for example, were next. In Faith’s experience, the amount of pressure these put on her sphincter was usually a recipe for disaster. Hence why she was doing them early – strike before the desperation is at its worst.

And that’s exactly what she did. Fifty-pound weights in hand, she repeatedly crossed the length of the gym. Around the second set, she could feel her bowels churning and, by the fourth, she could swear there was liquid leaking from her ass.

With each dip, Faith’s abs would clench, and everything stuffed in her intestines was forced further downstream. It was an exceedingly problematic exercise given her current circumstances. Unsurprisingly, she had to cut the exercise short, achieving only half of her standard, and far from her personal best.

When she did eventually relent, Faith’s legs were shaking, and her body was drenched in sweat. Again, not because of the intensity of the lunges themselves, per se, but because of their indirect effect on her insides. The two fast-acting suppositories were slowly revealing themselves as the mistake they were.

But it wouldn’t stop Faith. Not yet anyway. This was her only free time to work out, after all, and she wasn’t going to waste it on an admittedly self-administered handicap. She did, however, allow herself a small breather. It didn’t seem wise to risk injury in an attempt to speed through exercising before disaster struck.