The Human Chair Novels & Stories

She slowly edged her way around it, and then dropped into the plush office chair with a sigh. So comfortable. So tempting. She almost wished she could fall asleep here. Jia let her body slump in the chair to test exactly how much she sank into the cushioning, which turned out to be to a considerable depth. Well, she thought as she fought her way back out, she was not going to do that again. The leather squeaked and whined until she struggled back onto her feet, and she turned around to look askance at the Satan Chair that threatened to suck the soul out of her. Nope, she thought. She rolled the chair back with a push and eased her way back around the desk again.

"No way!" He said, for the millionth time in two hours comfortably seated on his black high back PU leather office chair rotating in semi circles. His right hand decorated the chair's arm as he pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. "Dude, listen, you need to chill a little...I mean look at you, working your ass out twenty-four, seven and almost three hundred and sixty-five, twelve Sundays exclusive. You are no different from a slave you know."

The old man smiled and briefly introduced her to her, then extended his hand, "Please sit down." At this time, Lalisa noticed that the older man next to him, there was a high-tech chair, along with a hard screen; looking at it, there was a complicated-looking number pad, and looking at it made her feel a headache. At a glance, he can tell what this is. "This is a lie detector chair, and please sit down." McKay said politely and peacefully, with a very gentle face, unlike Louis, who was aggressive and wanted to cause trouble. "What do you want to do?"

I unpacked my notebooks and placed my white ceramic coffee mug next to the keyboard. I looked down at the black leather office chair pushed underneath the wooden desk. The expensive chair was specifically designed for a heavy person. The seat was incredibly wide, and the thick bottom cushion offered maximum physical support to accommodate my wide hips and my heavy thighs. I realized instantly that Maximilian had specifically ordered a wide chair so I would never feel squeezed or uncomfortable while sitting in his office. I pulled the wide leather chair backward and sat down. The thick cushion perfectly supported my heavy curves. I reached forward and pressed the power button on my new comput

Nothing normal about this but okay. I didn't say anything else, since I understood to some extent his reasoning. He was just Lincoln looking out for everyone as usual. But that didn't change the fact that I was still stuck with him for maybe anothert hour. He was moving fast, but not fast enough for both our sakes. "Uugghh I need release!" I groaned, putting my left leg up on the seat and pushing the chair back so I could lean back slightly. I knew it was crazy since Lincoln was right beside me, but my tummy started to cramp even more due to all the build up. That, and my mind was fried.

Must be a benefit from the Demon King. This room is everything you would expect from a Vampire King, only missing a throne made out of thorns or human skulls, either would be fitting for the image of Vampire King. While Lucern doesn’t have a throne made of thorns or skulls, at least not in his office, he does have the most interesting chair I have ever seen. The chair is similar to what you would find in any prestigious office building, except for the red colored faces that you can see moving throughout the chair every now and then. Their mouths twisted as if in a silent scream.

“No. The doctor said I should not walk too much or put too much pressure on it.” “Alright, no problem. We will give you easier tasks.” ‘I wonder what those tasks are.” She thought. ‘They will not be easy for me.’ “Bring the chair.” There was a sound of shuffling feet and a chair was brought into the room. Sahithi glanced at it from the corner of her eye. It was a peculiar chair – instead of a normal seat it had a single rod right in the middle of where the seat should have been. “Sit!” “What! How?” she was flustered when she saw that the rod was shaped like a penis.

“Seriously!” she picks up. “If I were bad at this, could I do this?” She spins her chair then in a quick circle that lifts one of the chair’s wheels off the ground. My stomach drops as I lurch forward, desperate to keep her from tipping over, but she just laughs at me as the chair rights itself, zooming out of my reach. “Don’t do that!” I gasp, glaring at her. “What!” she counters. “I’m fine – this chair can’t tip over, it’s built into the design –“

It was a welcome sight to see. At the head of the table, instead of the raised platform for the throne and its riches, two incredibly large chairs with intricate carvings took up the space. The arms of the chairs turned into fierce wolves that appeared to be charging forward. Sidia didn't have much time to examine the rest of the room. Julia had drawn everyone's attention to them. The humans stopped talking and watched them carefully. They all seemed to be very curious, some of them craning their necks to get a good look as Julia led Sidia to the head of the table. Catarina pulled out one of the chairs and gestured for Sidia to sit.

"Massage chairs. Quick nap." I was already standing up. ... The chilling room was one of the few things about this office I genuinely loved — a small concession Adrian had made years ago, probably less out of care for his employees and more out of the pragmatic understanding that exhausted people make mistakes and mistakes cost money. But the result was the same regardless of the motive: two proper massage chairs, low lighting, a small couch, and the particular quality of silence that only exists in rooms specifically designed for rest. I took the chair on the left. Davel took the other one.