Henchman Anon part I greentext (apophis)

>"WHERE IS MY COFFEE"
>You rush over to your boss' desk, struggling to keep a hold of both your papers and her hot drink
>She merely leans on the desk, tapping her fingers on the desk, glaring at you as you begin to put everything down and recap about all the stuff she needs to do today
>Your boss is none other than a haughty, bossy and very loudy Apophis, who might as well be an Anubis for how much she acts like a slave driver
>She's the boss, owner and proprietor of her company, with which she and you are the only employees of
>It's just barely a company though, she only made it in spite of her successful high school rival Pharaoh's company
>You're just her assistant and do whatever she tells you to do
>Actual work, however, is scarce since any jobs she gets are shrugged off so she can work on some scheme to "get back" at her rival
>You've long sense abandoned actually trying to get her to work and now just help her in petty revenge
>Considering that the company is constantly in the red, you have no actual how she's able to pay you
>You hand her some papers about some of the items she's ordered, as she sips the coffee you made, before spitting it out
>She glares at the coffee, and you, and back, waiting for you to ask
>With an exasperated sigh, you ask her what's wrong with the coffee
>"Oh, nothing. It's fine."
>You give her a tired glare.
>"Well, you see I'm just considering giving up coffee. You put too much milk into it, and I think that's responsible for giving me this gut."
>She rolls her chair back to personally show you her meaty body (with very impressive breasts) as she pushes her fingers into her soft stomach, it going far further into her than when you first met her
>"See? It's probably your coffee doing that, I need to give it up."
>You offer the idea that it might also be because she has a terrible diet of junk food and spends her free time doing nothing but laying around her house
>All this gets you is an empty plastic cup thrown at your head

>You've considered quitting multiple times, but the job pays really well and you do almost no work
>Some days though, you really consider it, like today, where your boss decides she wants to "observe" her business rival to understand her methods
>At her private house
>You and her arrive at a hill that's far enough to be out of her rival's sight, but offers the perfect view of her bathroom and shower
>Well, at least you'd get to enjoy some brown tits
>You pull out your binoculars before your boss Apophis snatches them out of your hands
>You bitterly ask her why she doesn't have her own pair, but she sheepishly tells you "she forgot"
>You doubt that and just expect her to have not bought her own
>SShe looks through the binoculars, before shouting excitedly
>"OK! SHE'S THERE! SHE'S THERE! QUICK LAY ON THE GROUND SO SHE WON'T SEE US"
>Obeying, you lay on the ground, expecting her to lay next to you
>Instead she just lays right on top of you
>Your shock turns to annoyance as you glare up at her, her two massive breasts on both sides of your head, and her whole body (Damn she is heavy) pinning you down
>"What? I'm not laying in dirt. Besides, girls can't lay stomach flat. You wouldn't understand, you don't have breasts."
>Your boss looks through the binoculars
>"And neither does she, damn she's flat! HA! Doesn't she know men prefer girls who have meat on their bones?"
>Being held down by the weight of "a girl with meat on her bones", you certainly would beg to differ, but you hold your tongue shut, you don't need your head smacked again today

>"With all due respect, I really don't think this is a good idea."
>"Bah, what do you know, you're just a human boy. Now help me put this damn bra on, it won't fit."
>You step behind her and try to help her struggle into her black bra, it being a few sizes too small for her
>After some pulling and a few swear words on her part, you're finally able to get it on, as it sinks into soft flesh, barely containing her massive grapes
>Taking a moments rest, you go back to questioning your boss on her plan, and beg her to reconsider
>"Oh, quit being such a downer, it'll be simple as pie!"
>Her tail coils around your legs and she casually throws an arm around your neck
>"All we have to do is sneak into her party, which there'll be so many hoity toity types they'll barely notice us."
>Well, she's right about that, you note, she wouldn't be out of place in such a group
>Choosing to ignore you, she continues, gesturing with her free hand
>"Now, we go in, and we try to find where she's sitting and slip laxatives into her drink!"
>"And when that dumb broad goes up to make her final speech, BAM!"
>She throws a fist in the air, before uncurling her hand and waving her fingers all around, trying to replicate fireworks
>"She'll make a fool of herself on stage! What isn't smart about this plan? Besides, you can even think of it as a date, you get to have this hot young snake hanging to your arm, ain't that nice enough for tonight? Everyone wins here!"
>You note she's almost 6 years older than you, which hardly constitutes as "young", but before you finish a tail slaps you in the face and a suit is shoved into your arms
>The things you do for this snake

>If you had a nickle for every time you were right you'd have enough money to quit this job and retire young
>Instead, you're not stuck laying on a couch in a tattered suit with several bruises from Security
>And on top of you if your half-naked slightly sticky intoxicated Apophis boss who's crying like a child into your chest, her tail coiled around her, dress tattered, a few bruises on her, and her bra missing
>You've tried to push her off, but your efforts to get her off of you have gone unnoticed by the weeping snake, and have failed because she is both a long snake, and a chubby snake, and thus heavy as hell
>As such, you decided to rescind yourself to your fate and hope she releases you soon
>"IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR, WE WERE SO CLOSE TOO! THAT STUPID BROWN BITCH CHEATED!"
>You rub her back with your one free hand, zoning out to recall what had happened, at the party
>It actually had gone well to begin with, Security was distracted by some over eager Jubjub bimbos allowing you two to sneak in, and of course your boss helped herself to the "free alcohol"
>However, when she found the glass her rival was using, and waited for her to put it on a table to walk away for a bit, it all went south
>As your boss leaned over the table to drop the laxatives in, her bra bursted open from her tight dress, knocking over the glass, which caused a chain reaction knocking over all the drinks on the table
>The result was a topless Apophis covered in wine with broken glass and more wine all around her, and all eyes on the two of you
>And after dealing with security, you ended up here, in her house and on her couch with her breaking down and using you as a body pillow
>You eventually return to reality, as you hear someone snoring
>You look down to see your boss knocked out cold, using your chest as a pillow
>Looks like all the crying must of tired her out
>Oh well, at least you can go home no-
>Dicks you're still under her