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Skinny Bitch: A Gratuitously Filthy Office FemDom Gross-Out Story

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Copyright 2009 JD Kindle

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

The sexual perversion described in this short fiction is disgusting in the way gross-out humor is disgusting.

Don’t blame me if you can’t handle it. Just sayin’...

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Olive went around the office wearing the shortest, tightest miniskirts she could find. Parading around on platform heels - her long, long legs as thin as twigs- everyone said she looked like 'Olive Oyl'. They made fun of her.

I was ashamed of myself for laughing along with them and letting all of them put her down. I should have spoken out.

I was ashamed because I felt exactly the opposite. I adored her.

Olive was skinny it’s true but - so what? - her legs looked super-sexy to me. The sight of her skinny ass drove me wild.

One morning I came around a corner and there she was she bent over, picking up some papers she’d dropped.

I nearly rear-ended her.

I had that tiny, tight, double-bubble ass of hers jutting up under my nose. Two skewered olives topping long toothpick legs.

I stopped in my tracks like a caged rat. Startled by the erotic charge I felt.

"Ghastly, isn't it?" came a voice from over my shoulder. Totally misunderstanding my reaction.

"Uh, oh, yeah." I said. I was afraid for anyone to know the truth. I dug that ass – I loved her whole look!

Olive heard me I’m sure. I’d denied my true feelings to blend in with the crowd. I felt like such a heel.

The injustice of it plagued my soul.

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