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For once, everything was coming up aces for Elaine.

After the divorce papers went through, the bunny was quick to report her husband to the FBI for working with the mob to pay off his gambling debts, and though the agents found it weird that she refused to implicate any of the gangsters themselves, they obliged her request to help her move to a new city.

The first few weeks there were filled with all the trouble she could imagine, as she learned to tell apart the safe neighborhoods from the dangerous ones, discovered where the best places to eat were, and before long, she found herself a respectable job working downtown as an accounts payable manager for a large, corporate firm.

After being exposed to the world somewhat against her will, she didn't think she'd have been able to move far away enough to escape a bad reputation. In the age of information, anyone with a phone could pull up video of what she'd done to the mobsters and even at her new job, she'd already been reminded of the ordeal a few times.

She always took those moments in stride, but never revealed how much of the porno shoot was her acting, and how much of it was genuine pleasure to see her now ex-husband turning pale as a whole host of men gave her the kind of treatment that he never could.

The rigors of learning a new town, getting along with new coworkers and starting over again were all starting to settle, but it had been some time since the last time Elaine could recall having had a good day. Fortune was supposed to favor the bold, and when she decided to wake up five minutes early for work and catch an earlier train downtown, she was reaping the benefits of the adage, arriving to her office so early that she had a chance to grab herself a coffee at the local shop that she'd heard so much about.

It was something small, but to the upstart bunny, that was reason enough to be cheerful in the face of what was sure to be a busy and exhausting day.

"Uhm...lesse...one chocolate caramel blended latte with whipped cream and vanilla sprinkles," she finally came to a decision as a small line formed behind her in the coffee shop. Some of the purists turned their noses up at her request, but she wasn't fazed by it in the least; she liked things sweet, and she didn't much care that she was about to drink about 700 calories.

She hadn't treated herself to anything in months , and this one was long overdue.

"That'll be six even," the cashier took her credit card with a smile. "Would you like an extra shot of our patented 'wake up juice' in there? It's like espresso, but it doesn't make your drink taste bitter. Kinda figured you'd want to avoid that."

"Guess I'm easy to read," Elaine replied with a giggle. "That sounds lovely; thank you. I'm sure I'll need it today."

The card was handed back to her as she moved down the receiving line and watched her drink being brought to life. She knew that every place was trying to simplify the process as much as they could in order to save time and cost, but Elaine found it fascinating to watch how industrious the workers could be in the process of blending beans, sugar, cream and toppings in a way that they looked even more appetizing than they would as individual pieces.

It was all going to look the same once it was in her tummy, but her eyes were wide with excitement as the clanging of cups and electric humm of brewers finally went quiet, giving way to the soothing sound of semi-frozen coffee pouring down into her cup.

She barely had time to hand over a dollar for a tip before the barista had to go back to work on the line, but they looked truly grateful, and at that, Elaine smiled even wider. She was a people pleaser, and remembered well the difficulties of working a customer service job from her early college days.

It was amazing what a dollar could do to turn someone's day around, and for the generous service she'd been given, she felt it was well deserved.

Her lower lip was trembling before it even hit the straw that dipped so sharply into the satisfying mound of whipped cream atop the cool treat, but no matter how she'd imagined the drink to be, her fantasy didn't hold a stick to the reality.

There was just a hint of bitterness in the mocha to offset the sweetness of the caramel, and the whole treat was wrapped up in just enough whipped cream to act as a vessel to blend it all together on her tongue; the final note was a coffee kick so you'd know you were still drinking it, complete with an aftertaste that she didn't quite recognize.

She fathomed it to be the 'wake up juice' that was mentioned at the register. It left a strange, lingering flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. She could hardly consider it a price to play as the drink made her grin from ear to ear, and with such speedy service, there was still almost half an hour before she had to go clock in.

A picture window, free wireless internet and a host of social media pages to catch up on meant that she wasn't going to set foot in the office a minute before 9 A.M., even if she was there well before she had to be.

"I should start waking up earlier more often. I didn't think five minutes would make such a huge difference," she admitted to herself, picking a table in the corner, further away from the rest of the patrons of the sizable café. "And for waking up earlier, I already feel so much better than I would if I was nodding off at my desk!"

The benefits to setting your alarm a few minutes earlier were plentiful indeed, but Elaine wasn't the type to rob herself of even a single second of sleep...at least, not until that moment.

She was so happy that she decided to splurge and treat herself that her feet were kicking back and forth as she sat in the privacy of the booth, enjoying her unbelievably sweet dessert coffee with a bright smile on her face. She wasn't sure about the 'wake up juice' at first, but if she needed any further evidence, a growing buzz in the depths of her mind kept her sharp and focused, to the point that she was disappointed not to have more work to do, right then.

Meaningless busywork also wasn't the thing that crossed her mind, as she began coming up with ways to entertain herself and make the most of her early morning.

"I haven't done a crossword in ages," she thought aloud, able to speak to herself in the busy coffee shop without having to keep it down too much; no one was going to hear her so easily in the secluded corner. "I used to love stealing them from my mom...pissed her off so much."

It was a rare sight to see anyone carrying the morning paper under their arm anymore. Like most people, Elaine traveled with her smartphone everywhere she went, and rather than browsing the latest gossip in her work e-mails or crawling through the cesspool of her social media timelines, she opened up an app that she rarely left herself time for, anymore.

"Hard to believe that over a thousand crosswords fit into such a small space," she wondered, remembering fondly the days of her youth, and how much room that many puzzles would have taken in an age before modern computers. "Kinda funny to imagine someone just stuffing 'em all in there, good and tight..."

She blinked, putting a couple digits over her muzzle. Was that last part really necessary, Elaine?

Glad that no one seemed to hear or care what she had to say, the buzzing lapine shrugged off her unusual statement and chalked it up to the exceptionally powerful caffeine of her drink. Time had slowed to a crawl in the face of having such energy, to the point that being so early could have become a burden, if she didn't have a way to entertain herself.

Starting out easy enough, Elaine decided she wanted to feel a sense of accomplishment before she started her work day, knowing that she might get stuck on one stack of paperwork and only make it halfway through before she was on another train home. "Around the house...could they be anymore vague?" she groaned, but there was still a spark of joy in her as she tapped the 'start' button and an empty puzzle appeared on her screen.

Swiping to the left brought up a quick list of clues, and swiping to the right brought up three different 'freebies' that Elaine could use on the puzzle if she got stuck. Scoffing at the idea, she immediately tore through three of the easier clues, coming up with a few different appliances that were hidden within riddles, like 'the laziest piece of furniture that's ever done real work,' and 'your bed away from the bed.'

Tapping away happily at the screen, Elaine would have finished the puzzle in short order if she wasn't constantly checking the clock; she didn't dare to be late to her job, but no matter how many times she looked, it seemed like time was slowing further still, to the point that she worried she might be getting delirious.

Maybe I'll go without the extra boost next time, she thought, but she did keep a mental note of doubling the order on days that she couldn't get the cobwebs out of her head.

If not for how obvious the connection was to her job, that thought would have been lost in the very next instant, as she typed out the word 'penetration,' and didn't even realize that she had until her eyes looked back over it to see if it fit.

Warmth crept into her cheeks as she dropped her phone, the noisy clack of the case hitting the table drawing a few eyes her way. "Uh...u-uhm, ­wow! That's an amazing coffee!" she cheered, giggling and hoping that people would simply give her the odd look that she was destined to receive and turn back to their business.

Fewer people even looked than she expected, but there was something soothing about the weight of their eyes being lifted from her body. She knew that moments of privacy were becoming a thing of the past with her daily commute and open, borderless office, but she was able to have all the sensual moments she needed in the confines of her own home.

She couldn't believe that her paw was already starting to creep down the front of her neatly pressed outfit, toward the waistline of her skirt.

Thought it was just a coincidence, but...now I can't stop thinking about it! What's gotten into me?!

Wondering if she'd been pressed up to a particularly masculine smelling gentleman on the train, Elaine started counting back the days on her free paw, going over the digits to make sure that she hadn't forgotten about a coming heat cycle. Focusing that much proved to be nigh impossible when her wrist finally made the move under her skirt and dipped a set of eager digits against the peak of her clit, but much to her delighted surprise, no one was coming over to stop her, or even say anything.

Nobody so much as noticed the bashful bunny starting into an act that she never would have _dreamed_of doing in public before.

The drink is cold. Drink more. Cold stuff will help, she grasped at mental straws as she hoisted her drink and sealed her lips around the straw, taking a big, deep gulp from the sweet, creamy treat. She focused more on how soothing the delicacy felt in her throat as it coursed down into her tummy than the actual taste of it, to the point that she hardly noticed the slight bob of her head as she sipped eagerly through the blended ice and sugar.

If she were lucky enough to have a man on the other end of the table instead of an empty seat, she would have gladly been late to work for the rest of the week, just to get in a quick, naughty fix.

"Mnnn...nn! G-get a hold of yourself, girl!" she whispered furiously, glad that no one was paying attention to the conversation she had with her own lust. "If somebody catches you doing this, you're gonna get yourself kicked out!"

Fortune was still on her side, but it was only a matter of time before someone noticed the obvious bulge of her knuckles against the thin, pliable fabric of her skirt.

As delicate, pleasant moisture gathered at her pawtips, she made a firm decision that her paw wasn't going anywhere until she was satisfied, and a crossword was the last thing she wanted to do with her fingers, anymore.

I really just haven't been myself since those mobsters put me on video, have I? She wondered, often thinking back to the day that changed her entire life. I never would have thought myself to be the kind of person who would enjoy being fucked in front of a camera, but...I guess you don't really know if you like something or not until you try it!

In a pivotal moment in her life, Elaine was forced into witness protection and separated from her husband all at once, but the moments leading up to the FBI intervening didn't go as most people would have expected. Rather than being pulled away from her husband and leaving him behind regretfully, Elaine was full steam ahead with the decision, given that he offered her sexually to the mob boss that he owed gambling debts to.

He was an utter scumbag, but being one in the first place made it easier for Elaine to be railed in front of him without feeling shame about her disposition, or regret for enjoying it so much.

There was a touch of regret, however, in suddenly wanting the entire café to turn and focus on her, as a single digit pierced her folds and slipped inside her passage, up to the first knuckle.

"They weren't nearly this gentle with me," she recalled quietly to herself, "But if I were to go that crazy, there's no way I'd be able to get away with this."

Lovely as it would have been to simply bury a trio of fingers inside of herself and pump her hips on the edge of a bench seat, Elaine wasn't going to give up a softer, more tactile orgasm in favor of getting herself banned from her favorite coffee joint.

With a slow, easy breath, she put herself back into a tender mindset, remembering lovers that had come before her husband, before the mob...before any of that was a concern of hers.

"Never would have thought my love life w-would peak in my early twenties," she gasped quietly as the heel of her thumb settled on the hood of her clit, a comfortable weight resting there as her body warmed up to such an aggressive touch. Whatever it was that poisoned her with lust, it was getting stronger , and where she would have normally spent a few minutes teasing before she actually played with the delicate nub, the pad of her thumb swirled right over it in a long, looping circle.

She nearly bit her straw in half as her maw gaped open, but before her moan could escape, she bit down around it and suckled hard, forcing a mouthful of cool, soothing cream to garble any sounds.

Kinda like being forced to gag on a cock so that no one can hear you...now that's something I'll have to revisit when I get home!

Worrying that she might need to find habits other than giving herself better and better orgasms, Elaine kept her touch soft and slow upon her clit, knowing that she could easily bring herself to a climax if she applied even a hint more pressure than that. She had plenty of time to burn before work, and she wasn't going to reach cloud nine too early; she wanted to walk in the front door to her building with a bright, eager smile still painted on her face, and the scent of her natural lust still lingering on her paws.

She wondered if the cute, stocky security guard would be able to notice the scent as she walked past him...and only at that did she realize how far gone she truly was.

He's nice and all, but I've never thought about fucking him before, she thought. I dunno what it is about this coffee, but the next time someone's having trouble in the bedroom with me, I'll have to order one for them!

Most would have been frustrated by a surprise ingredient in their drink turning them into a horny beast, but Elaine was an opportunist with the best of them. As her probing digit reached down to the base of her palm, she realized that she wouldn't be able to make a hasty retreat from that depth without getting caught.

She'd need a distraction again soon, even if only to switch positions.

"Or, I guess I c-could just sneak into the bathroom," she whispered breathlessly, finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to climax all over her open palm. "Not like it would take me very long..."

With very little coffee left in her drink and a growing sense of concern about getting caught, Elaine knew that she had no choice but to retreat, sooner or later.

Her naughty streak was still alive and well; she opted for later.

Knowing that juices were starting to smear the fur upon her digits and leave a messy imprint on the crotch of her panties, Elaine couldn't risk going much longer without tugging them completely aside. Her scent would be so obvious at the office that she didn't know how she'd be able to explain herself if anyone called her out on it, and worse still, she didn't think she'd be able to turn down the offer of a quickie in the bathroom if someone was bold enough to call her on it.

She might even be the one to suggest it, the way she felt. Everything about the moment was so fresh that she felt like she was going through her first heat all over again, when she spent countless hours masturbating to the idea of being ravaged by the shirtless models in her magazines; she'd grown to enjoy real , hard working men, instead, but the thought of being pinned down in the booth and crushed under the thrusting weight of a proper Adonis left her inner muscles clenching gingerly at her pawtips.

She needed to know where all of her arousal was coming from, so she could tap back into it later...but at the moment, there was no way she was going to step away from that coffee shop without an orgasm.

"W...Watch my d-drink for me, okay?" she tried to ask the barista, even as her lower lip began to tremble. Her paw immediately ripped up from her skirt and dipped down into the napkin dispenser, leaving it stained with her natural juices as she pulled a few thin papers away and did her best to wipe down her palm, but she couldn't get to the seat without attracting further attention.

She wanted to be caught in the act and called out for it, perhaps a callback to the excitement of being exposed in front of the mob, but that was a moment that existed outside of the law. This moment was filled with an even greater sense of risk than that, and recognizing that was only making it worse.

Elaine didn't know exactly when she'd become so lustful, but she wasn't in the mood to question it. She was too busy gathering her purse up to herself and adjusting her skirt as she rushed into the ladies room, both wishing someone would catch sight of her arousal and follow her, but knowing it was best if she remained discreet.

There was nothing subtle, however, about the way that she forced herself into a stall and slammed down on a toilet seat, her modest bosom lifting and shaking with the panting breaths that escaped her lips. "Wh...what the fuck is wrong with me?" she asked, frustrated that she'd have to brush down her hair and adjust her outfit a few more times, but those worries were far and away from the digits that pressed down on her clitoral hood and rubbed a quick, vicious circle at the spot; she was going to cum, but she could already tell that a brief release wouldn't be enough to satisfy her. "Why am I d-doing this? Why can't I stop?!"

There was no telling just how far gone the bunny was, even when drool began spilling over the right corner of her tiny muzzle, staining her cheek with a mess that paled in comparison to the wealth and warmth of juices that trickled down from her sex. Her panties were fully tugged aside the moment she sat down, and in a genuine struggle, she hiked her skirt up with her other palm, knowing she'd leak right down into it if she didn't make the proper adjustments.

Feminine pride told her that it was okay to leave that stain, to show others just how needy she really was...but her sense of professionalism was just such that she didn't dare to let it happen.

"Go on, a-all of you...h-have your fucking way with me," she murmured, never bothering to check if the rest of the stalls were empty. This was the best that she could do to avoid getting caught; even if an employee did find out what she was up to, she wouldn't stop until she was at ease, and the familiar clench and flutter of her first climax was little more than a speedbump on the path of her earthly delights. "No condoms, n-no pulling out...breed me!"

Each one of her pawtips was a different lover, her mind treating the different shapes and lengths each as their own eager, virile male. After what had happened with the mob, she didn't know that she'd ever be able to settle on a single lover ever again, and in front of a camera, she'd be willing to do almost anything...but in the faux privacy of the stall, she had only one thing on her mind.

Why on earth am I going to work when I could be getting paid to fuck all the eager boys I want?

There was no real profit realized for Elaine when she was released from federal custody after the investigation that landed her husband in jail, but there was profit of the flesh that came from learning something new about her own sexuality. She could be happy as a monogamous creature, but in her mental realms, the bathroom stall was packed to the brim with grinning faces and throbbing cocks, each looming over her with a desperate need that only she could help them reconcile.

It was empowering and flattering in the same breath, and unbeknownst to her, every sip of the drink she'd ordered was fuel to an already fiery libido.

"Two at once? Goodness, y-you boys are just insatiable!" she dipped a pair of fingers past her folds together and pushed them up into her passage, spreading it just slightly and pushing her digits against her inner walls on either side. She'd come to appreciate the beauty of her own body, and being able to gaze down over her covered breasts to the visual feast of her quivering sex was something she'd never take for granted again.

She still had fond memories of seeing the footage of her romp with the mob, and watching the close up of her cunt as her labia were forced apart was every bit as fascinating as it was arousing.

Wishing that she could get a better view of the act without making a mess of her smartphone, Elaine would have to settle for the top-down view as her breasts continued to heave with panting breaths. Her first release was almost a formality in the greater scheme of things, acting as the appetizer before the main course of a full body orgasm yet to come.

"Three? N-no, I already told you..." her voice trailed off as she sucked in a deep, whimpering gasp and held it there, her entire body tensing up as she neared her peak a second time. She didn't quite make it there on a single breath, but as she released it, she could feel herself getting closer with every rapid stroke of her digits. "Two is my limit in there...one of you w-will just have to go for my tailhole...h-hope you don't mind!"

Having just enough dexterity to brush a single pawpad over the curve of her rump, Elaine couldn't quite penetrate her eager pucker, but a digit rubbing against the entrance and teasing it with the possibility of a deep, thorough fuck was just what she needed to get past her earlier resistance. Dancing and swirling against the heated opening like a lover's tongue, her pawpad was the last straw, and when the camel's back broke, it nearly took the toilet seat with it.

Juices gushed against the heel of her wrist as it rested against her clit, a glorious side effect of digging her pawtips so deep into the blissful caverns of her sex. "F-Fuck, I...I'm squirting...right in front of the f-fucking camera!" her words were split by the deep and passionate groans of her second orgasm, surpassing the first in every conceivable way as her exhausted arm carried on, knowing that every stroke would be worth the burn she felt. "Please fill me up...don't you d-dare pull out until I'm dripping with your cum!"

Harkening to the momentous occasion of her first double and then triple penetration in front of a camera, Elaine had to wonder why she'd waited so long to use the experience as masturbatory fodder. It was all an illusion of lust that she'd created with the help of a very special coffee, but she could feel their bodies surrounding her, each one waiting for their chance as they went in order of rank, the boss taking his fill of her before the rest of the crew shared her holes in whatever combinations they could manage.

Even when her debt had been paid and she was offered the chance to clean up and go, she replied by beckoning over at the remaining members of the mob with a single digit, and indulged in an evening of debauchery that she might never be able to replicate.

In the classy, upscale coffee shop with her thighs quivering and her footpaws slamming against the tiles of the floor, she was making a valiant effort to surpass it.

"You fellas know just how t-to treat a lady," she threw her head back and slid down along the toilet seat, with only a silver lining of luck keeping her from dipping into the bowl. "Most men would just stop, b-but you...you guys kept pounding me...right through my release..."

She was lost in a cloud of memories as eager muscles finally settled, easing down to a relegated twitch of her pleasured passage every now and again. Her entire body was left to shiver when she tried to stand up, and a brief wobble left her stumbling against the stall to her side, but even that didn't illicit a reaction.

She'd gotten away with it, for the moment...

**

Going to work after something so wonderful wasn't easy for Elaine, who felt her mood dropping slowly at the thought of getting the best part out of the way at the start.

Usually, she would have saved such a treat for when she made it home, but she did still have the rest of her coffee to look forward to, as she made her way to the desk and settled in, still arriving just a couple minutes earlier than she had to.

Thank goodness I always keep a few emergency supplies in my purse, she thought, as she settled into her cozy office chair with a fresh pair of panties around her hips. Her hair was neatly combed once more, her paws were washed as thoroughly as she could manage, and her outfit sprung right back to normal, much to her surprise. I can only imagine the rumors that would have started if I came into work looking like I'd just been ravaged by the whole subway...not that it would have been so bad.

She stared blankly at the computer screen as that thought crossed her mind. She'd just ridden out two of the best orgasms in her recent memory, and yet, she couldn't get the act off of her mind, as she logged in.

Unaware of the lustful influence it carried, she took another sip of her delicious coffee, and only then did she start to make the connection, when it eased down her throat and into her tummy with such a delightful splash that her thoughts immediately compared it to something else she'd have been happy to swallow right then.

The further she made it into her drink, the more immediate the results became, until she gulped nervously and looked around the mostly empty office. People were already filing in; it was too late to go for another round under her desk, but her scent was already becoming terribly obvious again.

She had no idea what she was thinking as she took another long gulp from the coffee cup. It would be a miracle if she made it through the day without getting herself fired, but if she did, there was a certain barista across the street that she needed to have a word with...and perhaps, a second cup of coffee.