FSE

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On the sidewalk outside of the large business building, a lone female mouse checked over a slip of paper that had an address and a building name on it. This was the place, she told herself. She was a thin and somewhat small girl, she looked innocent enough with her short, blond hair and square glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. In all she looked like an unassuming business woman, though she wore a loose skirt and a pink sweatshirt. White leggings traced up her thighs and ended just beneath her butt, though if anyone peaked underneath, they would be able to see that she wore no underwear.

Taking a deep breath, she walked inside through the front entrance, a bit nervous as if she were strolling into a job interview. Ironic as it were, since she already had a job, and was there to perform it. Being that she was a hired escort, and an incredibly good one at that, she was often hired to be eye candy for rich douchbags at social events, only to get fucked later in the evening. Right now she wasn't at some nice event and she didn't know of the person she was meant to meet. The instructions from the website were simple enough, go to this location, and ask for this name.

The receptionist at the front desk beamed a happy smile and waved at the mouse girl. She waved back. "Hello there, I'm Whitney Lorhall, I'm here to see a..." she quickly glanced at her piece of paper, "Taylor Johnson?"

"Ah yes! You must be the escort!" she replied loudly and then turned to point at an elevator that was kind of behind her. "Just take that and go up to the twelfth floor and then to the first conference room on the right. Mrs. Johnson should be waiting for you there," she said and then gave a glance at the nearby clock on her desk. "Oh! And you better hurry up, the meeting is about to begin!"

"Thank you!" Whitney replied and rushed over to the elevator and jabbed the up arrow. The doors immediately opened and she hoped it. The twelfth button was pushed and the doors closed right away. As the cart began to ascend, a thought broke into her mind about what the receptionist said. "Meeting?" she asked herself confused. Thinking about what she had meant mattered little, so she shook her head to dispel it. The elevator dinged and the doors came open. She hoped out and saw the conference room mere feet away to her right. She meandered into the first door she found and craned her head to see inside.

"Hello?" she asked what at first seemed like an empty room. There was a huge table that was able to seat six individuals comfortably, three on each side and then a seventh at the head. A projector on one side was pointed at the wall, where a blank, white screen hung. No one else seemed to be in the room, but as she peered further, a single individual did become apparent.

She was a tall mare, her fur a mixture of white and black splotches, not unlike what a cow might have for markings. Her jet black hair was done up in a perfect bun with two hair sticks poking out of it at perpendicular angles. She was dressed in business attire, a high-wasted, pintucked skirt beneath a dark red, long sleeved shirt. She wore a pair of high heels and tan pantyhose that covered the entirety of her legs.

"You're cutting it awfully close," the mare snapped after giving her watch a quick glance. Whitney recognized her as Taylor from her profile picture.

"I'm sorry, it's not often that I do business visits," the mouse replied. "And usually my own business is with a guy."

"Yes, well, you'll come to find all things aren't as far from the norm as you think," Taylor replied and smirked. She set down a stapled together bundle of papers on the table and turned towards the girl. With both hands she grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, revealing that a hole was cut into the crotch of her pantyhose, from which a huge, equine cock swayed flaccid between her legs. Whitney's eyes went wide as she witnessed the thick manhood and swallowed hard. Hermaphrodites were her favorite to have fun with, always having a great amount of endurance and being fun to talk to afterword.

But there came some concern for the escort. They were in such a public setting, a conference room? She was expecting to get fucked here? Taylor seemed to read the confusion on the woman's face and spoke to clarify. "I have a meeting in a couple minutes, and they are some of the most boring things in the world. I am going to have you under the desk sucking me off while it goes on, understand?"

Where some questions were answered, several more popped up in their place. For one, there were gunna be other people here while they had fun? The mare's confidence emanated in waves and her hard gaze through a pair of glasses made her come off as being no-nonsense. As such, the mouse only nodded and moved a bit closer.

"Okay then, so...where under the desk do you want me?" Whitney asked softly.

"Over here at the head," Taylor replied and pointed at one end of the table. The escort nodded and walked over to the end and got down on her knees. She crawled under and settled back on her haunches at the foot of the chair, waiting like a patient dog. In the meantime, Taylor picked up six stacks of stapled packets that were the same as the one she had been going over before Whitney arrived and distributed them around to each of the other chairs of the table. When she was finished, she sat down at her spot and got comfortable.

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