Bad Karma Chapter 4
At work, Rimmy gets some unexpected news that he thinks will help him and Karma for their future; in the meantime, the new girl at work makes a grave mistake and pays the ultimate price.
"Oh Rimmy!" a singsong voice rang.
Rimmy jumped, waking from his trance. He was in the office, on his computer with a blank document. Leaning over his desk was an Abysinnian cat, with F cup breasts unsubtley ripping from her low cut work shirt. Her tight black mini pencil skirt squeezed her small hips, her tail waving behind her unpatiently. Her long sexy brown legs in black heels were crossed as she stuck her buttocks out into the office room. She had curly brown hair, and small light blue eyes. Her pheramones were all over the room, and every male and lesbian and bisexual worker had their eyes on her. But somehow, they weren't having any effect on the Shiba Inu, who couldn't stop thinking of the mating session he'd had with Karma that morning.
"What do you want, Ginevra?" he asked annoyed at being disturbed. "Oh, Rimmy, don't talk like that," Ginevra said seductively. "If you're angry this won't be enjoyable, darling." "Don't you have work to do?"
Ginevra looked at him in confusion. On Friday, Rimmy and every one else attracted by her pheramones were masterbating under their desks, but right now he wasn't in the least bit interested.
"Well, you sure have a lot of nerve," she said angrily. "I can't believe you'd give up a chance with perfection!" "I already married perfection. I don't need a whore like you."
"RIMMY! IN MY OFFICE!" came a deep voice.
Rimmy turned away from Ginevra, and in doing so, the scent of his mating went to Ginevra's nose, and to Dalton across the room. Quigly Blythe, an old Irish Setter, was standing in the doorway. Rimmy gladly rushed over to Blythe's office to sit down. Ginevra now understood why the dog had no interest in her. He was still on his buzz from mating. His comment about marrying perfection troubled her. She hadn't known he was married, there was no ring on his finger, no picture of her on his desk, he had never even called someone "hun" or "babe" on the phone. But he definitely had a mate. This much was clear from the faint scent on him. And she could tell that it was a vixen. Vixen's tended to mate for life, whereas the males had one mate, and a lot of flings. Rimmy, as far as she knew, was a purebred Shiba Inu, and wouldn't mate with just anybody.
'Whoever she is,' Ginevra thought, 'She'll never be as perfect as I am.'
Across the room, Dalton had also smelled the mating scent. He began to growl to himself, but he knew a way to relieve the tension. He gave a look to the rest of the workers, and made a simple nod over to the Abysinnian. He stood, and unzipped his pants, removing his 7 inch throbbing cock. The other males followed suit, and the females unbuttoned their shirts. Dalton walked over to Ginevra quietly, being the only fox, he could sneak up on her the easiest. From behind, he grabbed her hair, making her gasp, and grinded his crotch on her ass, grabbing her breasts.
"Don't worry baby, we won't hurt you," he said slyly. "Dalton? What-what are you doing?" she asked. She didn't want them. She had a special interest in Rimmy...specifically for his uninterest in her. "I hear cats are good at taking multiple dicks," he chuckled, ripping her skirt open. "Why don't we test that?" "D-Dalton...."
His large fox dick made it's way into her asshole, with one swift movement, and she screamed as the rest came upon her, grabbing her, using her, fucking every hole. She couldn't escape. The new girl never learned a basic principle... to never spread pheramones day after day, for everyone in the workplace would start a massive, destructive orgy, and the poor fucker at the bottom usually did not survive. There were 5 males besides Rimmy and Blythe, and the 10 other females all kept toys in their desk drawers. After cumming in one hole, another dick would replace the last one, and it just kept going, and going.
"Mr. Blythe, I'm sorry for calling Ginevra a whore, I know it isn't good for the company," Rimmy said apologetically. "I didn't call you in here because of that." "You...you didn't?" "Rimmy, I'm an old dog. You're one of the best workers I have. I'd hate to lose you. Sure, you get carried away when one of the bitches or queens or other females are in heat, but you've never had sex with any of them. That's why you are dependable. Rimmy, is there anything you'd like to discuss?"
Rimmy blushed abit. It was abit strange hearing his boss talk about Rimmy's sex life.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, sir." "How are things at home, Rimmy? How is Karma doing? Is everything alright between the two of you?" "Well...sir...um...I just learned....Karma and I can't have kits, or puppies, or whatever they would be. It's a big deal...for both of, not just her. Her mother liked me until she found out that we had mated and were getting married, but I never knew why, and Karma finally explained this weekend. Apparently the only way around it is to have genetically engineered children, and I guess it's very expensive." "So, you want to have false children? Why not adopt?" "Well, sir, they aren't exactly false...see the chromosomes are different between canines and vulpes, so that's why I can't impregnate her...this engineering takes samples of our DNA and creates new codes, and they would make the correct amount of chromosomes and then they transfer them to the mother. It's like she's a surrogate to her own children."
Blythe simply stared, he did not show any emotion, so if this was surprising news, he wasn't showing it.
"I suppose you want a raise." "Yes, sir," Rimmy said guiltily. "Well, you know I can't do that...not with what a zoo this place is. One female goes into heat, and when it's over, another one is. You're the only one with easy access to get it out of your system." "Karma is not an access point...sir." "No, of course not, forgive me. What I mean is, the rest of our workers are not married, nor are they living with anyone. We are a small company branch of this company, and you seem to be running it single handedly. I wanted you to take over my job when I retired." "Sir?" "but, unfortunately, I no longer can do that." "Sir, please don't fire me! Karma is a teacher, and you know what their salaries are like! She can't do this alone, and I haven't have the schooling to get another job like this!" "I'm not firing you, but you do have to pack up your desk. Corporate wants you. They've seen your work, and they were amazed. They have a management position ready for you. $100,000 a year, Rimmy. Karma can transfer to another school." "You can't be serious....Corporate is in Minnesota!" "Will that be a problem?" "Karma and I used to talk about living there." "Take this chance, Rimmy. It won't come again."
Rimmy stepped out of Blythe's office, and found a bloody scene. Everyone was back at their desks, covered in the scent of rape and death. In the middle of the office, was a torn up body. Ginevra's body was missing limbs, her mouth was wide open, her eyes were full of fear and darkness. Blood dripped from her asshole and vagina. Her spine was bent up, her tail broken in two. Both breasts had holes where nipples should have been, and he found the nipples, with rings in them, in front of Dalton's desk. Ginevra never learned to control herself, she had been a young queen, and this had been her first job. Unfortunately, perfection had a price, and she had paid it with her life.
Rimmy covered his nose as he went to his desk with a box, and began packing his things. He was glad he was leaving. He had seen this happen too many times, and every time he thought of Karma who stayed home during her heat to prevent any accidents. He couldn't understand why no other females he knew did this, especially the experienced ones. Hopefully, corporate would be better.