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The sight in the back room is one to behold indeed. The disparity in size between the petite Cream the Rabbit and the hulking Ripper T. Rodent is comical, yet the rabbit dominatrix who watches and judge the scene does so with a discerning eye, for this is Cream's performance review.

Cream's sex spreads against the modest member of the monstrous Mobian, and she takes it slowly, but with a sure action, practically swallowing the thing as she calls him to take care of one another.

Ripper's hand rests on the bed, gripping the mattress as her pussy practically eats his cock. She rolls her hips, lowering herself further and further down along the shaft. The bunny wraps her arms around his trunk, resting her cheek against his sternum, panting and whining as she is filled more and more.

The two slide into incomprehensible grunts as they rock on the mattress. Meanwhile, the rabbit sitting aside them nods and says "You've definitely the natural talent, dear." She stands up, sliding her fingers over the arms of the chair, walking up past he bed to rummage through a side drawer. "Finish him, and you've got one last thing you need to do for your interview.

Cream's eyes watch the woman, from the way she sways to the way she speaks, this dominatrix is a mystery and an allure, but Cream has to wonder and she has to worry about something. She gasps when Ripper goes faster, thrusting up into her. Her eyes roll back, and she grits her teeth.

Ripper huffs and puffs, but he grabs the rabbit by the shoulders, yanking her off of him. With a loud groan, the rat releases, shooting his hot cum into the air, hitting him, the bed, and sprinkling over her butt.

She lets out a long and protracted "Fuuuuuck!" as she comes down herself, clinging tightly to his body and panting in panting, exerted mess, burying her face against his musky torso.

"I'm glad at least one of you had the sense to take preventative measures," says the dominatrix. "If you let yourself get knocked up by some muscle-head, then you're going to have a lot of trouble your way, Cream." She approaches the two, tapping the panting Cream on the cheek. "After all, many of my girls left the business to become full-time mothers, and that just won't do.

Cream nuzzles up against that hand, fluttering her eyes. "I'm fine... I can take care of myself. Now, you said you had something for me to do before you'd hire me. What's left?"

The dominatrix steps back, pulling her hand away, resting her fingertips upon her hips. "It's really simple. It's just a question, but it is an important one. Ripper, you may leave us."

The rat sighs and shoves the bunny off of him, climbing up, swiping up his discarded clothing, and marching out of the room.

The two rabbits are there, Cream sitting now on her knees upon the bed, the Dominatrix standing before her. The older of the two parts her lips, pauses, thinks, and then begins. "I've gathered that you came here looking for someone. Are you really sure you want to find the truth? Or would you rather live in your ignorance and return to your normal life at this point?"

Cream furrows her brow, gripping her knees. "Look, I'm not exactly the most cautious bunny in the room, in case you haven't noticed. I'm also pretty smart. I know what kind of place this is. I also know that my mom left me with her sex friends when she went off on one of her regular trips to Station Square. I learned that she comes here, but I haven't seen her yet. I can make some guesses, but it's the not knowing at this point that will kill me. What kind of mother teachers her kid the birds and the bees by dumping her off with a couple of swingers?"

The Dominatrix nods, her gloved hands running up along her body. "What kind of mother, indeed?" She asks this, trailing up over her sides, her breasts, parts of her collar, and to behind her mask.

Cream sits up straight, her eyes pinpricks, the whites covering most of her face. She had her suspicions all this time, and this is the moment of truth. "Y... you've got to be fuckin' with me..."

The woman unsnaps the back of her mask, pulling it free from her face. Creamy fur is revealed as fiery red hair spills free, a smirk spreading across her lips.

A moment later, the door opens, and in steps Renfield. "Excuse me, Miss Vanilla, I... oh, you two are having a moment. I'll be back."

Vanilla keeps her eyes upon her daughter, tossing the mask aside to teh chair. "Oh, it's quite alright, Renny. "Cream probably needs a moment to process, anyway. What is it?"

"That hedgehog girl is making a ruckus. She wants to know what happened to her friend, and she ain't accepting that she's back here getting interviewed.

Vanilla giggles at that. "Ah, Amy Rose, is it? I think I can take care of her."

Cream jumps up. "What do you mean!? What are you going to do to her? What are you doing here? Mo-oom!? You're a prostitute"

Vanilla chuckles, scooping up her mask. "Prostitute? Oh, my little girl. I'm the owner! Your comfortable lifestyle has been bought in Mobiums paid by lonely Mobians and humans looking for some companionship. It seems now, you're ready to finally join the family business. I am so proud of you."

She places her mask back on and walks out of the room, humming all the way.

Renfield claps his hands together, nodding. "High praise from the owner, indeed. That means I can schedule you to be one of our VIPs for sure, with a secret identity and all the top-tier clients. Now then, we'll need to fill out a few forms like tax information and insurance and pay-hey!"

Cream pushes past him and into the hallway.