It was a typical day at the Boss Girls Productions office when the new intern, Chris, walked in nervously. He had heard rumors about the bosses' unusual requests and wasn't sure what to expect. As he made his way to his desk, Amber and Jenny, the two dominant women who ran the company, called him over.
"Chris," said Amber, her icy blue eyes staring into his soul. "We have a special task for you today."
Chris swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Yes, ma'am," he replied hesitantly.
"We want you to clean our toilet," Jenny chimed in, her tall blonde frame looming over him threateningly. "But not with common toilet cleaners," she added with a smirk. "You'll be using your tongue."
Chris felt his face flush with embarrassment and horror. "W-what do you mean?" he stammered.
"We want you to clean up our toilet bowls with your mouth," Amber explained matter-of-factly. "Yes, you heard us. And we won't rest until it shines like new."
Chris was dumbfounded. This wasn't how he pictured his first day at work, but he knew better than to argue with his bosses. He reluctantly followed them to the ladies' room, feeling like a small child being led to the principal's office.
As they entered, he saw two perfectly clean and empty toilets staring back at him. He couldn't believe this was really happening. Jenny handed him a bottle of cleaning solution and pointed to the first toilet.
"You know what to do," she said coldly.
Chris knelt down in front of the toilet, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, ready to taste the disgusting cleaning solution. He carefully placed the tip of his tongue on the edge of the toilet bowl and took a hesitant lick.
Immediately, a sharp and bitter taste filled his mouth. He gagged at the unfamiliar sensation, but managed to get enough of the toilet cleaned to make it slightly less foul. He repeated the process over and over again, cleaning every inch of the toilet bowl with his tongue.
After what seemed like hours, the toilet was finally looking shiny and new. Chris stood up, exhausted and mortified, his face covered in sweat and his tongue still tingling from the taste of the cleaning solution.
"Good job, Chris," Amber said, sounding surprisingly pleased. "Now let's see how well you can clean a dirty toilet."
Before he knew it, he was on his knees again, facing a freshly used toilet. He knew what he had to do, but he couldn't help but feel like he was losing his mind. He took a deep breath and dove in, licking and scrubbing until the toilet was spotless once more.
When he was finally done, he felt like he had just accomplished something impossible. He looked up at Amber and Jenny, a mixture of disbelief and horror on his face.
"Not bad for a first time," Jenny commented, a slight smile playing on her lips. "But remember, we'll always be watching you, Chris. And we expect nothing but perfection."
Chris nodded, his heart racing. He knew this was just the beginning of his bizarre new job, but he also knew that he had to do whatever it took to keep these two dominant women happy. They were his bosses, after all.
