Filth at Work
By Thomas Giovanni
Steve let it rip and calmly waited to see how bad it smelt. He had eaten red meat the night before and after being a vegetarian for the last six months feared how his stomach would react to the blow.
It was hard for him to fart at work. It was a small office. And usually anyone who farted would be ostracized with dirty looks and later exclusion from their order for the dunkin donuts run. Not that Steve could drink any coffee right now. Just the thought of the warm black poop stimulant made his stomach growl.
He was still waiting for the smell to rise to his nose when Sarah came in from the other room to ask about a shipper Steve knew well. A bead of sweat formed on Steve balding head. Sarah was a beautiful young women.
"Steve, you work with GregCo, right? Out of Atlant-- oh my GOD!"
She covered her nose with the office papers in her hand and shot out of the room. When she turned her skirt shot up and Steve noticed some lacy black panties. Thoughts of sex calmed his stomach and he wallowed in his sweet foul odor fog as he googled online porn.