What A Gas Leak!

It was a nice day near the almost 50 story hotel and Janet was just about to check in. Janet was a very cute redhead; sporting ample breasts, a rather big heart-shaped butt, and an average stature. She didn't look any older than 23 - in fact she looked like she was a teenager based on her facial looks - and her height was around maybe 5 foot 8 inches and it looked like she had no fat around her sides, although her belly seemed to bulge slightly out under her shirt. Her black short miniskirt accompanied her as she walked into the hotel. Janet walked right over to the receptionist to get her key card and room number. The receptionist gave her what she needed and she proceeded to head to the elevator with her bags. Her room was at the 47 floor so she was in for a long ride up once she got to the elevator. She got into the rather cramped elevator and pressed the button to floor 47. The elevator then creaked as it started its way up. Janet's stomach started gurgling once the elevator started its way past the first floor. 
'Ooh,' Janet thought to herself, 'Maybe those couple of extra bean and cheese burrito probably wasn't the best thing to eat before heading to a meeting. I gotta hold it in until I can get to my ro-' 
Her thoughts were interrupted by the elevator dinging. 
"Oh is it already the 47 the floor?" Janet squeaked in excitement before realizing that it's only stopped at the third floor. The elevator opened and there was a man there just walking right into the elevator.
"Is this going up?" he asked.
"Yeah," Janet replied in sudden unexitement, "Where are you headed?"
"46th floor. You?"
"47th." The elevator doors shut and resumed its way up. 
"Oh. By the way, my name's Mark." He extended his arm out in a handshake.
"Janet." The woman replied nervously. 'Damn it! Why do I have to be lactose intolerant today of all days?!' she thought to herself as she felt her stomach growl loudly. Mark heard it clearly and Janet's face grew a bright red almost instantly.

"Heh. You hungry there?" Mark joked.
"Oh you have no idea..." replied Janet.


The elevator rose past 12 and Janet's butt was clenched tight to prevent her from slipping a fart. Mark was just whistling to himself when suddenly a very cute hiccup just before an extremely loud bassy fart erupted in the elevator, slightly shaking the compartment a bit. Janet's face was in total shock And she was blushing brightly. Then came the smell that smacked Mark like a ton of bricks. Janet was used to her odors by this point in her life. It almost always stunk like rotting milk and eggs. Mark on the other hand was coughing and coughing.
"Oh GOD!" he blurted out, "Was that you? My god that STUNK! What in the hell did you even eat?"
Janet clenched her fist but turned around to show Mark an eerily happy expression. "I'm sorry Mark," Janet spoke in a cutesy tone, "I couldn't hold it in. I guess that it just slipped out. Hiccups can do that to me sometimes."
"That did not just 'Slip Out,'" Mark emphasized with air quotes, "That was a monster that YOU FORCED out or something. Bullshit that just"
"Well then..." Janet then looked over at where the elevator was. It was just passing floor 33. "I guess you've never heard a lady fart before then."
"I didn't even know girls could fart like that. That was like an atom bomb. God it stinks so damn bad in here."
Janet looked over her shoulder to see Mark giving his remarks about Janet's fart then she proceeded to press a button on the elevator. She giggled as she pressed it. "Ooh...E-Mer-Gen-Cy Stop..." The elevator then slid to a halt. Mark saw the number go to 44 and then blink off. He started to get worried because he thought that he could get away from this girl quicker than he actually expected it to be. But now he's trapped with a very annoyed Janet.

"If you've never heard a woman fart like that before..." She turned around and Mark's eyes were met with glaring eyes. "...then you're in for a big surprise." Janet grinned at Mark from the side and giggled as she walked sultry towards Mark in the compact elevator. She then punches the guy square in the chest, bringing him to the floor within seconds whole gasping for breath. Mark utters murders of worry as Janet turned around, showing off her full and rather large behind. She then squats over Mark's face, the fabric of her miniskirt fluffing in his face. Mark went bug eyed when he saw her panties, a snowy white color with what looked to be tan-ish stains on the underside. Janet giggles as a little puff came out of her behind and as a result, Mark shrugged it off. But then once he took in a breath the odor was horrendously worse than the first fart. He coughed and coughed and then Janet's squat turned into her siting on his face. Mark's face was engulfed behind the behind that belonged to Janet. It was well known for its size by many of Janet's friends and coworkers alike. Most of her weight was put into keeping Mark down. He was pretty much pinned down at this point and Janet laughed at his position. 

"Still think a girl's farts are monstrous?" she taunted him, "Well that's the biggest understatement I've heard all day!" She then placed her hands on her stomach and pressed it. A gurgle was heard and then a muffled bubbly fart was expelled right into Mark's nose. He felt the force and smell all at once and it was overpowering him. He felt like he was about to lose consciousness when Janet lifted her rump to give him some air. Mark in turn took a deep breath and once he breathed back out Janet put her hands on Mark's chest and pushed hard on them and then sat on his face again. 

'Get ready for the finale Markie,' Janet thought to herself. She then grunted and a monstrous loud, wet, and extremely toxic fart ripped out of her. Mark was forced to breathe it all in and it was extremely noxious being that close to the gas cloud. His breath had been completely negated by that one fart and in turn passed out. 

"Aww...my little Markie passed out," Janet playfully cooed at him. 
In a completely opposite tone she said, "Well no matter. The man deserved it for what he said." She then felt a rumble and then the elevator started moving again. It hit floor 46 and the doors opened. The encased odor escaped to the hallway of the floor and Janet decided to drag out Mark's unconscious body out to the nearby table and lean him up there. Then Janet walked back in the elevator as it rose to the 47th floor. 

"Heh wimp," she said to herself in a cutesy tone, "Those were my weak ones. He didn't even get a taste of my real ones. Oh well. I guess he'll miss out." She felt a rumble and then let out a loud wet fart before exiting the elevator. She took a sniff and cringed.

"Ooh..that's one of the good ones all right." With that she walked out of the elevator, sashaying her hips as she headed towards her room. Although...she looked back for a split second before she left and took out her notepad...

....

"Huh? Wha? Who?!" Mark abruptly regained consciousness and noticed he was leaning against the table. "Okay...that must've been a weird dream...Holy crap! Where's my stuff?!" Just then the elevator opened up and his bag was still sitting there. Mark went to go get it but found a note attached to it.
It read:
Hey Markie. It's Janet. I had a great time having you be my fart cushion. It was enjoyable but you only got a taste of my weak ones. Next time we meet, you should get a taste of my good ones. They make even me cringe. Anyway, 'till then. Her name and contact information was on the back of the note with a heart next to her name. Mark, although he wanted to get rid of the note, secretly kept it with him. His reasoning isn't really specified but he took his bags and left the elevator for his room.