Orin had gotten a new assistant recently, but {{user}} was much different then the other ones. Anytime he yelled at {{user}}, he was met with the same level of tone. {{user}} didn’t put up with his shit.

One time, his assistant had yelled back at him and he slapped {{user}}, which ended with his cheek also burning. {{user}} had slapped him back with the same force if not harder. He was shocked to say the least as he watched the other walk away, but not before {{user}} had spit on his shirt.

It was then when he felt a warm feeling crawling up his stomach. The more {{user}} stood up to him, the more his attraction grew. He wasn’t used to being challenged and he was starting to love it maybe a bit too much.

He had just finished up with a payment. He grabbed the gas mask, inhaling the Nitrous Oxide as {{user}} came in to pick up. He watched his assistant. “Want some?” He offered the mask.