Duck Face
By A.J. Brown
Two coworkers that don't like each other fight to settle the score  


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"Hi Naomi," Max said as he walked down the hall and saw her walking towards
him.

"Hi Max!" she said energetically with a big smile. She was such a cute girl.
That was one of the best parts about Max's job was the people in his position
were assisted by a big group of cute girls that as assistants were all between
22 - 24 years old. Almost all of them anyway.

"Hi Peggy," he said as Peggy walked towards him.

He looked at Peggy. She had red hair that was very short. She wore a nerdy
looking pair of thick glasses with purple frames. She was ugly and he thought
she had a duck-face as she had a big nose and even bigger lips. She always
looked so miserable. She had pale skin and was heavy. She wore a long dress
with a thin button-up sweater over the top half of her body. The dress covered
most of her legs but he could still see the bottom portion of her thick legs.
He could also see her thick, big, pale feet because she was barefoot. She
walked around barefoot a lot which he didn't like. He didn't want to see
anyone walking around barefoot at work but it wouldn't be as bad for someone
like Naomi who had small little girly feet with painted toenails. Peggy didn't
even bother to paint her toenails.

Of course she didn't say hi back to him. She just kept the miserable look on
her duck face and kept on walking. She was older than all the other girls in
her position at 28, and the only ugly one, so Max would think she'd actually
be friendly when a guy said hi to her, but nope.

"I just completed it right now," Mabel emailed Max the next day, very soon
after he had emailed her to follow-up on a task that he had given to her. "If
you refresh the system you should see it's all set. Thanks!"

"Thank you!" he wrote back. Mabel was so cute. Brown hair and petite, he sure
wished that she didn't have a boyfriend and that they were a bit closer in
age, Max being thirty.

Mabel's email reminded him of another email he had sent to Peggy a couple of
days ago that she still hadn't gotten back to him on. She was the only one
that didn't get back to him promptly when he sent her things to do. He emailed
her to follow-up and was polite, but he made sure to bring up that it had been
two days since he had gotten a response.

"Hi Peggy," he wrote. "Just following up on the request below that I sent to
you on Tuesday. Any news on this?" This time she at least got back to him the
same day but he still didn't get the response for two hours.

"I haven't gotten a chance to look at this yet," she wrote back. She was the
only one that didn't use his name when addressing him in emails. "When I've
completed this I will let you know. No need to follow-up again on this, it
will get done."

No need to follow-up again on it? Was she serious? He wanted to tell her that
he wouldn't have had to follow-up if she had gotten to it promptly like all of
the other girls in her position did. Although he had seniority over her, he
wasn't her boss. So while she was supposed to listen to him, he couldn't
discipline her for disrespect and it probably would look bad for him if he
ended up in a spat with some entry-level employee. So he just bit his tongue
and didn't say anything. He looked at the little picture of her fat face that
was in the signature of her email. He wanted to punch her in the face so
badly.

On Wednesday of the following week, Max was still in the office at 7 o'clock
in the evening working late. Others would work late but rarely that late and
it seemed like he was the only one in the building. That came with the
territory having his important role and it was something that bitch Peggy
didn't appreciate that his extra work was one of the things that kept her
employed.

He was sitting at his cubicle and was startled when he heard someone walk up
on him. He was surprised to see Peggy standing there as she was the last
person he thought would actually work after hours. He could clearly see her
teeth because of those open big lips of hers. She wore a light black dress
with grey stripes going diagonally on it. On top she wore a grey button-up
thin sweater. She was barefoot and he didn't want her big, pale bare feet near
his desk.

"Working late too?" she said and it was the first time that she ever spoke to
him with a somewhat friendly tone. As much as he didn't like her, he couldn't
be rude to someone who was being friendly.

"Yup." His tone said 'we're the unlucky ones.'

"No one else is in the office," she said. "I checked. So if we're going to
settle this, we should do it now."

"What?" he said. He was having trouble processing what she was suggesting.
Whatever it was, was making him feel awkward.

"You don't like me," she said. "I know you want to punch me in the face. You
think I can't see that in your eyes every time you walk by me? That's why I
never say Hi to you. The feeling is very mutual, don't worry. I know you think
I'm just the little peon that has to drop everything she is doing whenever you
want it. I think you're just a pompous ass and I want to slug you every time I
see you too. So now's our chance. Get up so we can fight."

She took her glasses off and set them down in Corey's cubicle, the guy that
sat across from Max. She was even uglier with her glasses off as at least they
were girly glasses. She put her fists up ready to fight. Her fists looked big
and he couldn't deny that he thought that taking a punch from one of them
would hurt. He was a skinny guy and even though she was quite a bit shorter
than him, she looked quite a bit thicker. He was embarrassed that he felt a
little afraid.

"Let's go," she said, the fact that she was showing no fear at all making him
feel more afraid. "Get up."

"Yeah right. I beat up a girl in the office and I get fired and arrested.
Nah."

"Trust me, I won't tell anyone. I've been wanting to kick your ass for a while
now. If you win, you win, that's that. We're not in grade school, we can
settle this without telling on each other. Besides, you can't get in trouble
if I start it."

She then leaned forward, grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand, and
the side of his shirt with the other. She gave him a good yank and she felt
stronger than he expected as she pulled him right out of the chair and he
landed on the floor on his shoulder hard, right at her big, bare feet. He
looked up her thick legs, up her whole body, and at her ugly duck face that
was looking down at him. She had now pissed him off enough where he wasn't
worried about getting in trouble.

He jumped to his feet. She took a couple of steps back and looked a bit afraid
now that he had gotten aggressive. But she didn't back down and she raised her
fists ready to fight. So pissed off that she had done that, he took a swing at
her head. She ducked and he completely missed. She stood back up straight and
with her big fist she punched him right in the cheek. He felt his head get
shaken up from the punch and felt his eyes watering up as he felt the pain
kick in.

He threw another punch at her face, this time lifting his arm up high and
punching downward so if she ducked he could just continue with the punch and
ultimately connect. She raised her left arm and blocked the punch. He could
feel the bone in his skinny arm connect with her thick arm and even the block
hurt him. He felt his eyes water up more, the tears trying to push their way
out of his eyes.

He watched her throw a punch at his face and he tried to get up a block but
her fist hit him right in the mouth, really making him feel the pain in his
teeth when she connected. It hurt him enough where he was reluctant to punch
back and she punched him in the cheek again. He had never been in a fight in
his adult life and did not know how to block punches.

He looked at Peggy with her fists up. He didn't feel confident that he'd be
able to connect on a punch and he feared that if he threw one that would just
leave his face open to absorb another punch from her fat fists. So he kept his
fists up and moved around a bit, Peggy with her fists up waiting for him to
make a move.

She threw a punch at his mouth. He tried to back out of the way and did a
little bit but her fist still hit him right underneath the mouth. She then
reached in and grabbed a hold of his shirt with her left hand. She yanked him
forward and it made him feel so weak when she would yank him like that. She
put her fat and strong right arm around his head in a headlock and pulled it
into her side.

He could feel the flab on her belly pushing into his face as he tried to pull
her arm off of him but was too weak to do so. She punched him in the face with
her left hand. She did it again. He was in no position to block, dodge or
anything, being trapped in her strong headlock so he just had to take each
punch. Tears were coming down his face now. He was glad that she couldn't see
the tears and that he wasn't making noise when he cried.

She kept punching his face and he whimpered from the pain of the punches and
the frustration that he was too weak to stop her, as he tried to pull her arm
off of him. He whimpered more as her arm just felt so much stronger than his
the more he pulled. He was just about to cry out and beg her to stop when she
threw him down on the floor.

His shoulder hit hard and when he fell on his back he knew she was going to
see him really crying. She looked pissed off like she didn't care at all. He
saw her move down like she was going to sit on his chest. He started to try
and get away but he was much too late. As she squatted down, she lifted her
dress up a bit, showing more of those thick, pasty legs. He felt her ass push
down on his chest as she sat on it and was surprised by how much weight she
had in that ass. It was making it difficult for him to breathe. Her thick legs
encased the sides of his chest as she straddled him. He grabbed her legs
trying to pull them apart but they felt so big and strong it seemed laughable
that he thought he'd actually be able to do that.

Pulling at her legs left his face wide open. He looked at the serious look on
her duck-face as she brought her big fist down and punched him right in the
face. He put his hands up to protect his face but she just brushed them away
and punched him in the face again. Her punches from her big fists hurt so much
and he now cried more with each punch he took. Peggy seemed indifferent to his
crying as she kept a straight face while continuing to punch him. She punched
him a few more times making him cry more. He wondered when she was going to
stop. She looked curious.

"I'll stop if you just give up," she said. His ego probably would have not
allowed him to do so and unnecessarily take a few more punches first. But she
said it sweetly, almost like she had concern for him. Her tone made him feel
OK with it.

"OK," he said and at that moment he felt like that had established some sort
of connection. "I give up."

"If you're giving up to me I need you to show me that you are giving up.
You're going to have to lick my feet." The very thought of that made him angry
that even suggested it. The pain he felt in his face from the beating it had
taken now made him feel angry instead of sad.

"Yeah right," he said.

"What do you mean, Yeah Right? I'm not stopping if you don't lick my feet."

"Then don't stop then."

"Wow, what is the matter with you?"

He watched her fist come down at him harder than the previous punches as she
looked angrier and it cracked him right in the nose. The pain immediately made
him think he was an idiot for not listening to her as he felt the tears start
to rush down his face again. She wound back her right fist, obviously about to
deliver a hard punch. He put his left hand up to shield the left side of his
face but Peggy had no problem just pulling his left hand away with her left
hand and socking him a good one right in the cheek.

He couldn't take much more of this. He closed his eyes like that would help
anything and felt her big fist punch his face again. He was now all out crying
and he continued to cry as he absorbed more punches to the face. He opened his
eyes and saw her fist come hit him right in the eye. His vision out of that
eye was now blurry. He couldn't take another punch. He'd do anything for her
to stop. He watched her wind her fist back again, ready to deliver another
good one.

"Please don't!" he said, sounding pathetic as he did. "I'll lick your feet."

"Finally. Think about how many less times I would have punched you if you had
just agreed to it the first time. When you're alone with someone that can beat
you up, it's not a good idea not to listen to them."

She started to get off of him. He considered trying to run but knew she'd get
him before he got away. He watched her resituate as she sat on her butt and
stretched out her legs so the soles of her big, bare feet were looking right
at him. He couldn't resist getting a grossed out look on his face just
thinking about what she was going to have him do.

"If you try and run I'll catch you," she said. "So don't waste our time with
that, you'll just make me mad and we'll be here that much longer. And don't
try anything stupid like biting my toes or you'll end up with a broken nose or
a missing tooth. Now go ahead and get comfortable. You're going to be doing
this for a while."

"How long do I have to do it for?"

"I don't know," she said impatiently. "Until I'm satisfied. The fact that you
think you can ask me that question shows you're not even close to being ready.
Now come on, my feet are waiting."

She said it like she was trying to make a joke but he didn't find it funny at
all. She swayed those big, bare feet back and forth. He leaned forward so he
was lying on his stomach and her feet were right in front of his face. He
stuck his tongue out and licked the bottom of her left foot.

It was such a bitter taste and he could taste plenty of the carpet that she
had been walking on when she walked around barefoot all day. He didn't know
how he was going to be able to do this for an indefinite amount of time. He
looked up and saw her grab her glasses off of Corey's desk and put them back
on. At least they made her ugly face look a bit better.

She caught him looking at her face and gave him a look like she wasn't happy
he wasn't licking her feet. He winced as he moved closer and touched his
tongue to her left heel. His tongue couldn't take this. He ran his tongue up
that big foot and he shivered as her foot taste absorbed into his taste buds.

"Come on, you're going too slow," she said. "Think like you're making yourself
a big yummy sandwich and spreading mayo all over the bread to make it really
good. My feet atre the two pieces of bread and your tongue is the knife
spreading the mayo. See if that helps."

What it helped, he thought, was that he would never be able to enjoy a
sandwich again now that she had made that comparison. He slobbered all over
the bottom of her foot with his tongue and he gagged a bit. But when he did it
again it actually wasn't as bad. He definitely didn't like it but it felt more
tolerable.

He just wanted to get this over with so now that he knew he could take it, he
started licking her feet more rapidly. He could feel how much he disliked the
taste on his tongue but the fact that he was able to tolerate it made him
think it was best to just keep doing it and hope that she'd be more likely to
let him stop. He also feared that if he stopped it would be harder to pick up
again if he stopped for a second and she made him keep going. He was
slobbering all over her feet and she was just watching curiously. As he did it
longer and she wasn't allowing him to stop, he started getting more frustrated
and wondered when she would let him.

"OK, that's good for now," she said and she pulled her feet back away from him
just a little, with a look on her face like it looked like she thought it
tickled. "Will you suck on my toes?"

He looked at her face and she looked like she genuinely was asking him like
she was giving him a choice, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction
of refusing and having her tell him that he was going to have to do it anyway.
So he nodded. She smiled and he had to admit that her smile actually looked
kind of cute.

He looked at her chubby toes that didn't have any nail polish on them. He
leaned forward and began to suck on the big toe of her left foot. He found
this much better than licking the bottom of her feet and he actually started
to get into it, sucking on her toe tight, and even giving it a bit of teeth
action. He then started sucking on her two biggest toes on that foot at once.

"Ooh, that feels good," she said. "Please keep doing that."

She sounded sweet about it and it actually seemed to him that they were
forming a bit of a connection. He found himself wanting to please her and got
more into it, really sucking her toes good. She moaned with satisfaction which
motivated him to do it for her even better.

"Can you do the other foot now?" she said.

He lifted his mouth off of her toes and the taste of them settled in stronger
now for some reason so he was almost eager as he put his mouth on her other
foot. This time he opened his mouth wide and sucked all of her toes at once.
She chuckled a little and he focused on his work.

"This is like a massage," she said. "I've heard girls say it feels great to
get their toes sucked but I never realized it would feel this good."

He kept sucking on her toes more but now the taste of them was starting to set
in and it made it tougher. He started to slow down hoping she'd offer him a
break but she said nothing. He started to feel extremely humiliated as he
tasted her toes more and felt the texture of them in his mouth while she just
sat there on her fat ass and let him do it. When he couldn't take it any
longer, he took his mouth off of her foot, then looked up at her, giving her a
bit of a dirty look.

"It's OK," she said sweetly. "You can stop. I appreciate you doing that. That
was really nice."

He wasn't flattered. He tasted that foot taste in his mouth and he looked at
her big bare feet that he had just given quite the licking and sucking to,
then he looked at the rest of her body. It was really starting to sink in that
she had just beaten him up and completely dominated him. Their rivalry was
settled and she was the winner.

She stood up and didn't say anything to him, almost seeming like she didn't
want to rub it in that she had beaten him. Whether she did or not, they both
knew the truth. She walked away without saying anything. He didn't know how he
was going to be able to face her at work from now on after not only getting
beaten up by her but actually having to lick and suck on her feet. He could
still taste them in his mouth and he spit in his garbage can a few times. The
taste didn't go away at all.

He sat back at his desk. He hadn't finished what he was working on since he
had been interrupted by there was no way he could focus on that now anyway. He
shut down his computer wondering if he'd even come back. Before he could get
up, Peggy showed back up at his desk.

"You want a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup?" she said. She held out a package that
had two in there. The package was clearly unopened so she couldn't have put
her feet on the candy or anything but there was no way he was going to accept
her charity.

"No."

"You sure? Might get the taste of my feet out of your mouth."

Thinking of it that way made them look more appealing and the way she said
that sounded so sweet and gentle that it gave him tingles. He looked at her
face, the face he had normally called a duck-face, and she actually looked a
bit pretty. It was like being dominated by her and now experiencing her
sweetness was making him see her inner beauty or something.

"Alright sure," he said and he took the package from her.

"Good," she said. "I know my fat butt doesn't need them. See you in the
morning, Max."

She walked away. Going home that night he didn't remember her sweetness, just
the humiliation she made him feel, and his face still hurt from the beating
she had given him. He walked into work the next morning feeling insecure and
afraid to see her. He normally felt confident at work and hadn't felt this way
in a long time.

Of course one of the first people he saw once he got in had to be Peggy. She
was walking towards him down the hallway confidently with her chest out. He
supposed he'd be walking confidently as well if he had just beaten up and
humiliated an enemy the night before. She wore a dress and knee-high boots so
he at least didn't have to see her feet.

"Hi Max," she said to him sweetly like they were good friends.

"Hey," he said as they walked by each other.

Later on that day he had something that he needed one of the assistants to
take care of for him. It could have been any of them. He definitely wasn't
going to ask Peggy and he wondered if she would ever do anything he asked
again. If she told him to do it himself, what would he do? He was afraid of
her now and he didn't know if he even had in him to rat her out for fear that
she'd beat him up.

He sent the request to Mabel. Seconds later he got an automatic email back
saying that she was out of the office for the day. 'Of course', he thought to
himself. He pulled up is initial email to Mabel, hit forward on it, and began
typing an email to Naomi to see if she could do it. Before he completed it he
got an email back from Peggy.

"Hi Max," it said, probably the first time she had addressed him by name in an
email. "I got this out of our general mailbox since Mabel is out today. I'll
get this done for you now, should be all set in an hour. I'll let you know
when it's done." She added a little smiley face at the end of the email.

It now had sunk into him that Peggy actually respected him now. And all that
needed to happen for her to respect him was for her to kick his ass and make
him lick and suck on her feet. But it was a good feeling for him.

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