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"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a business year!"

To be able to give your employees an extended vacation, all the way from before Christmas until just after the new year, with pay, no less, would be considered a huge mistake by some corporate executives.

For Bermuda, it was a sign that he was running the best company on the block, and at the end of the day, he'd rather go to sleep knowing that his employees loved him, than fearing which one was going to come back into the office with a loaded weapon.

"I'll shut the place down, everyone," the snow leopard declared, though his words were a bit empty. A few years on, employees were beginning to get the drill of how the holidays went, and very few people remained behind to answer. A few coworkers cast a wave back at Bermuda as they made their way out of the building, with bright smiles that made his sacrifice worthwhile, but by the time he went to grab the key from his desk, only three other bodies were still shuffling around, and he wasn't the least bit surprised by their presence.

After all, they were three of his most dedicated bodies, and without them, it was likely that Bermuda wouldn't be able to offer the kind of extended vacations that he did to his other employees.

"I know, I know," Milla groaned, as she tried to keep from tearing tufts of headfur from her skull. She wasn't just staying late in the office; she was still sitting at her desk, running through papers like a train through helpless debris and wracking her brain to get as much work done as possible before Bermuda simply kicked her out of the building. "I should have been packing up an hour ago. I'm sorry."

"She just got started on the Winston file," Serinthia chimed in, as she looked over from her own desk. The gray vixen had the pleasure of working right next door to Milla, and more often than not, the pair of females were caught collaborating on a project or a file, instead of just doing the work of one or the other. Judging by their productivity in the process, Bermuda never found it necessary to separate them, although, he was beginning to worry that they might be a little more interested in doing work outside of the workplace. "She won't be done with it until after the new year, anyway!"

Shaking his head but chuckling all the same, Bermuda loosened his tie as he closed the door to his office behind him and walked back out into the open crowd of desks. "Well, she can pick it back up in the new year, then, because you're all on vacation as of right now," he ordered, using a tone of voice that was powerfully demanding, and yet, it wasn't angry, mean or rude. "That goes for you, too, Serathin. Pack up and head home so I can lock the place down."

Sitting a little further back in the bullpen and often keeping to himself in his work, Serathin thought he could just blend in with the walls...but that was a silly prospect, given the gray and wood tones of the building, around the striking contrast of his black fur and purple underbelly. He was truly a sight to behold in an office full of commonly colored creatures, and bright, yellow eyes darted up, and then glanced back down at his computer screen, as if that would somehow keep Bermuda from seeing him.

"Psssh... you three really aren't going anywhere anytime soon, are you?" Bermuda asked, half talking to himself as he pulled the key from his pocket again and slipped back into his office. He returned moments later, hold a large, full bottle, and without so much as a concern to lock the door behind him, he set the bottle down on Milla's work desk, intentionally disrupting the German Shepherd's train of thought and catching her ire in the next instant. "May as well make the best of it, then. I'm sure you guys can all find a ride home?"

Milla wasn't one to drink heavily, and though Serinthia enjoyed grabbing a glass of spirits here and there, Serathin usually kept to himself, making his presence a mystery in all of this. Before Milla could protest, however, Bermuda was already pouring shots of the thick, brown liquid and setting them on her desk, though he was respectful enough not to knock her papers over or make a mess of things.

"You three have had my back since day one. You're the real brains of this operation, and I don't think we'd be anywhere near as successful as we are without the whole lot of you...so...you're gonna come through for me one more time, right? Can't let your boss drink alone, after all."

Stroking another paw through her hair and finally releasing it, Milla sighed and managed a quick, half-smile as she wrapped her pawtips around one of the shot glasses. Seeing Milla on board, Serinthia was happy to join in and grab another, and Serathin, quiet as he was the entire time, finally did stand up from his desk with a heavy sigh. "I suppose one drink couldn't hurt too much," he agreed, as he stood around the desk, smiling warmly at his three favorite coworkers. "And I dare to say we've earned it."

"You've all earned a lot more than this. There's great things coming for all of you in 2017...this drink is just the first of many wonderful surprises to come for us, everyone. Here's to the best year our company has ever had!"

Clink! Four glasses collided in the air, spilling errant drops of expensive, potent liquor to the desk before each shot was taken in proud, rapid order. Bermuda was the only one to take his drink without making a face, but when each glass was emptied and set down, it was clear after the burn was finished that they'd all be having another.

**

"L...listen. I'm just saying that if you took your clothes off right now, I would probably eat you out. J-jus saying."

Papers that were once kept in perfect, respectable order were already scattered across the floor, and though Milla was still pretending to work at her desk, she was too busy giggling at Serinthia's bold, overstepping words to get anything of real value finished. "A couple drinks was all it took to g-get you to fess up, huh?" she asked, clearly a bit over-served herself, and though normally more reserved than Serinthia, she was challenging the vixen at this point, almost daring her to make the next move, while Bermuda and Serathin sat close by and chuckled at the thought.

Professional clothing was already scattered, to a point. Sport coats were hanging over chairs, and shirts were partially unbuttoned as the warmth of the alcohol ran through four bodies, and though everything important was still kept in check, the purple frills of Serinthia's lingerie were just coming into view as she unbuttoned her top a little bit further. Milla wore a modest outfit of black, dress slacks and a thin, white sweater, but it was clear that the conversation was getting to her, as nipples began to perk through the delicate fabric, giving the boys a show that they didn't ask for, but of course, they weren't complaining about it.

"Just say the w-word, Milla."

Serinthia was perhaps the most sexually aggressive of the group, but she still knew better than to overstep her bounds. The once full bottle of powerful spirits was almost empty, and though her own inhibitions were thrown to the wind without the addition of liquor, it was clear that Milla was still teetering on the edge of her decision. Without the boys around, she'd likely already have wrapped her thighs around either side of Serinthia's face, but knowing they were watching added to her hesitance.

"...Bermuda, sir? Are the cameras off?"

A quiet beep came from a small remote in Bermuda's paw, before he slipped a remote back into his shirt-pocket and grinned with wide, excited expectation. "They are now. No reason anyone else needs to know about this...only my best employees get to join in the fun."

"If I say so," Serinthia cut in, deciding to take the point of action as she slipped from the side of the desk and wrapped her arms around Milla. There was a tiny, quick struggle from the German Shepherd, but her wiggling body was chuckling all the same as she was lifted onto her own desk, crumpling and scattering the last of the papers that remained.

Clumsy, drunken paws were batting gently at Serinthia as the vixen began tugging down at the loose, comfy dress pants that Milla wore to work almost every single day, and without a hint of shame, Serinthia leaned in and absorbed the scent of the female she'd been lusting after for the literal years that she'd been working for Bermuda. " Serinthia! I...in front of them, even?" Milla asked, her voice riddled with a high-pitched panic that did nothing to slow the other female down. Instead, modest, white cotton was exposed as Serinthia gave a firm, quick tug, yanking Milla's pants away from her thighs and leaving Serathin in such a state of shock that he nearly dropped his glass.

"In front of them?" Serinthia asked, raising a brow and shooting a challenging glance at the pair of males. "I was hoping they'd get in on the fun! Course, I doubt they're up to the task," she muttered, her words carrying as much intention as her pawtips did as they slid Milla's panties to the side, exposing the moist, pink folds of her aroused womanhood.

For all of the time it took, building to the moment that Milla had been dreaming of, it was no shock that she cried out to the ceiling when Serinthia finally brushed a pair of skillful pawtips along the length of Milla's vulva, stroking them with a touch that was every bit as delicate as it was deliberate. "They'd b-better be...ooooh, Serinthia! P-please...please keep going!" she begged, throwing her head back against her desk and looking with an upside-down glance at a dragon-wolf hybrid...one who was looking particular tasty in her drunken, lustful eyes.

Serathin wasn't quite as thick as some males when it came to picking up on a hint, but even if he were blinded, he could simply have felt the burning gaze of Milla upon his body. He knew exactly what she wanted, and her long, flat tongue was slipping out through her muzzle, licking her lips with the hope that Serathin would get the point sooner than later.

"Bermuda, should I-

"Just fucking do it!" Bermuda growled at his male companion, slapping him on the back, right between his wide, powerful wings. "Were you waiting for an invitation?"

The snow leopard wasn't the kind of boss that Serathin thought would encourage such behavior, but as the half-canine stumbled forward, he smiled bashfully down at Milla, able to see in her eyes that she was already well past the point of caring about her modesty. He'd need a little more encouragement to reach her level, but she was happy to offer it, as her dangling arms lifted up to grip the base of his sack, right through his dress pants.

His shirt was already pulled from his waistband, and Milla grinned as she pulled down his zipper with her free paw. She giggled with delight when he didn't immediately pull back, and though it took a moment, fumbling pawtips were able to sneak his cock out and over the waistband of his boxers.

"Don't just stare at it," Serinthia taunted her prey, looking down at Milla with narrowed, playful eyes. "Suck the poor guy off, already!"

Milla was getting carried away, staring at the unique length. Carrying a knot at the base like a canine, but with wide stripes along the flesh of the shaft and a series of ridges along the base, Milla was almost disappointed that she wouldn't be able to feel it in her sex...but her throat was a good substitute, as she opened gleefully wide and swallowed the head of Serathin's cock. Gulping muscles worked around the top of the shaft as she wrapped a paw around Serathin's rump, encouraging him to scoot closer and thrust into her throat.

She knew it would take him a minute to catch on, but when he did, the results would be well worth the wait.

"Typical, lazy boss," Serinthia chided, her wrist growing tired with her efforts as she rubbed a pair of pawtips against Milla's g-spot, teasing the female canine internally until her open palm was literally soaked with pooling, feminine juices. "Just sitting back and watching us work instead of joining in the action..."

Bermuda could easily resist Serinthia, even if her gaze was enough to send a fresh, sudden burst of arousal through the length of his cock. He could even just head back into his office and take care of the growing problem between his legs while his employees had their own fun...but if he was going to let them have an orgy in his office, he was going to be a part of it, and though Serinthia was doing fine so far, he was going to take the lead.

A tight, short business skirt barely reached down to the underside of Serinthia's rump, but as Bermuda came closer, she began to lift it away, revealing a pair of deep, lavender panties, already mildly stained in the crotch with her arousal. "There's a reason why I let you take the lead for a minute, Serinthia. You three do great work, but being the boss can be downright exhausting," he explained, all while stroking a wide, open palm across the smooth curve of her ass. "Especially when you work your employees as hard as I do."

SMACK! Serinthia winced her eyes shut tight as she felt a powerful, devious swat against the firm flesh of her rump. "Rest assured that I plan to exhaust myself, but as the boss of this company, you're damn right that I let you get things started for me. I'll enjoy the show all I want, and you can just sit here and wait," he teased her ears with his words, but his actions spoke far louder, as the sound of a belt coming undone and a zipper falling left Serinthia wishing she could look back and admire the deliciously feline cock of her boss. Instead, she felt it pressing against her covered slit, and as he carried on, even teasing the underside of his shaft along the small gap between her cheeks, but he refused to penetrate her just yet. "Just wait for me to shove this thick, tasty cock in your cunt..."

Taking control in a way that none of his employees had ever seen before, even Serathin gulped in shock as he watched Serinthia trembling beneath him. It would have looked even more profound if his own legs weren't shaking from the impressive oral skills of Milla, who was gently bobbing her head against the gentle, teasing thrusts of the hybrid above her. She could feel his cock swabbing at the back of her throat and teasing to dip even further, but with her neck stretched out, she was sure that she could handle whatever he had to offer...so long as his knot didn't get lodged in her muzzle.

Slurping up his precum and wrapping her tongue around the top and bottom of his cock, Milla would cross that bridge when she came to it, as she finally felt Serinthia take things to the next level. Pawtips felt wonderful, but they couldn't replace the slick, slippery feeling of a canine tongue against tender flesh. Just one stroke left Milla to groan and growl around Serathin's cock, adding a new depth of pleasure for the dragon-wolf hybrid, without Milla having to change a thing. Her thighs shook and shuddered on the table, trying desperately to wrap around Serinthia's muzzle and keep her buried, all while Bermuda watched from behind and made sure that Serinthia wasn't going anywhere, before he finally tugged her panties aside.

"The three of you make a great team in the workplace," he joked, allowing the alcohol to make him say a few silly words, "But you still need leadership and direction. That's where I come in," he stated with authority, before slipping the head of his cock right past the pouting, needy folds of his employee. Her sex enveloped his cock with a tight, welcoming squeeze, but he pressed on, wanting Serinthia to feel the sharp, teasing bristles on the end of his feline length throughout the whole of her womanhood, and as her gasps were muffled by the dripping wet sex of her coworker, Serinthia cried out in vain, trying to explain the forbidden pleasure that was being fucked by her boss in front of her peers.

Getting into the game so late meant that Bermuda had some serious catching up to do, but he happily did just that, as he wrapped his powerful, thick paws around Serinthia's ass and squeezed it tight, holding her body in place as he pounded the poor vixen so ferociously that she nearly crumpled down onto Milla. The German Shepherd wasn't complaining, as small trickles of slick, sticky juices began to spill over Serinthia's muzzle from a muffled orgasm, but those same vibrations took Serathin over the edge right with her. "S-sorry Milla...I...I can't hold out any longer! F-fuck!"

The hybrid gave Milla just enough warning for the canine to open her throat and catch the first of a plentiful load. Feeling hot, stick cum pour right into her gullet, Milla wrapped her thighs tight around Serinthia's head and bucked her hips into the trapped vixen, soaking her muzzle with the fruits of her own climax. As seed poured down Milla's throat and into her tummy, and fresh mess soaked Serinthia's fur, the chain of release made it all the way back to Serinthia, who clenched around Bermuda with all of the intensity of her climax, just in time to feel the snow leopard slapping against her with such intensity that his balls were swinging up and slapping against her flesh.

"G-good job, team..." he grunted lowly, not wanting to let them hear just how orgasmic his cries could be. Instead, he kept them a tight secret with Serinthia, who widened her eyes in shock when she felt a heated spray of ejaculate spilling inside of her womanhood. The sheer scandal of the moment was enough to extend her own release, but she was whimpering into Milla's folds as she felt burst after burst of sticky, feline cum spilling inside of her, until she felt the excess trickling slowly down her thighs in a creamy froth.

Without cameras to record the moment, there was no proof of what had happened that evening, even when the first employees came in to find the mess, after the new year had passed. Bermuda had the wherewithal to take the liquor bottle with him and hide it so that no one would be sure, but the mess upon Milla's desk would be the stuff of legends at the office for years to come...even if only four employees would ever know the truth of what happened there.