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A young red squirrel stood outside Sexyfur tower and took a deep breath. 'I can do this!' he said to himself. Pushing open the door he was surprised by what he saw. The atrium was more like a luxury hotels' than a porn company's. He walked up to the desk and cleared his throat 'Excuse me,but my name is Patrick Tremayne, Miss Champagne is expecting me.' The young woman smiled and said 'Sure, I'll tell her you're here.' He had his first face-to-face meeting with Champagne, the boss of Sexyfur . Soon he was being introduced to the staff. 'Good morning everyone! This is Patrick, our new writer, I'm sure you'll all make him feel welcome! 'Patrick looked around and there were lots of very attractive ladies.'Why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?' asked Champagne. 'Sure...um.. Well,as you know I'm Patrick,and it's a pleasure to be here. 'TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF!' yelled a grey squirrel at the back of the room. 'A bit about myself..right well, my father is an Engineer. I went to Rugby & then got a scholarship to Oxford. What else? Oh I'm related to Earl Sommerfield. But I expect that doesn't mean much to you Americans.' he grinned nervously. 'So you're an aristocrat?!' called out a young deer. 'Well I'm a third cousin, so no, but the Earl is very old and has no children. My dad is the closest living relative. So he'll become the Earl and I'll Become Viscount . At this all the women became very excited. 'All right everyone! That's enough introductions,lets get on with business.' shouted Champagne.

Patrick soon settled into the routine of of Sexyfur,the deadlines were rather generous as it was an online magazine,the only thing that bothered him was having to use U.S spelling and grammar. his first week he had made the mistake of calling Football; "Football" instead of "Soccer". 'Hey,Rusty!' It was the grey squirrel from his introduction.'Oh dear, what did I do?' he asked her.'You totally messed up this article on the world cup! Remember, you're in America now, so ya gotta use our language, OK? 'Sorry, I will, thanks...um' he looked at the name badge pinned on her ample chest. '..Tabitha.' 'Hey! Did you just use that as an excuse to look at my boobs?' Flustered, Patrick opened his mouth but no words would come. Tabitha giggled and said 'It's OK, you can look all you like.' then with a wink and a show of cleavage she flounced away.

Two weeks later he was in the men's' locker room after a workout at the company gym where he met one of the male stars. 'Hey,you're the new guy right?' 'Yeah, I do the articles.' replied Patrick. 'I thought so, only red squirrel in the place.' they shook hands The name's Hank.Anyway, I just wanted to let you know - the girls here are all talking about you.' Patrick was shocked 'Have I offended them somehow!?' Hank laughed at that. 'Heck no! The opposite in fact.' Seeing that Patrick didn't understand he went on. 'You see, in this place, a single young male who isn't gay is rarer than hens teeth. The fact that you're in line to becoming nobility doesn't hurt either.' Still reeling from the surprise Patrick said 'Thanks for telling me all this,but what do I do? "well, I reckon that they're gon' try about anything to bag you for themselves, so just be careful.'

Hank's prediction came true the very next day, from flirtatious looks to questionable needs to come and talk to him from the moment he arrived he was surrounded by women. Soon it was lunch time,with a sigh he got up and furtively looked around. The coast looked clear so he dashed to the lift, which thankfully was at his floor. 'Thank God!' he breathed as the doors closed. But his relief was short lived as an arm thrust itself between the doors before they closed 'Whew! Made it!' It was the last person Patrick wanted to see. 'Hello T-Tabitha.' He stammered. 'Hi Patrick,' she purred 'What-cha having for lunch?' 'Oh I...er was going to have Indian. 'Yum! I love Indian.'That's good.' replied Patrick, not sure how to proceed. 'Yeah, I love eating out, how about you?' Suddenly she was pressed up against him. 'So, what do you think, Indian or me?' she whispered in his ear. Thankfully the door opened with a *ping!* and he was safe.

The next few months were very much the same, endless deadlines and the constant flirtations from the girls. Not to mention the outright propositions from Tabitha. Patrick didn't consider himself religious, but he had been raised to have morals, and the whole situation was sorely trying for him. He was a romantic and wanted his first time to be with someone he truly loved. Being surrounded by beautiful young women who were practically throwing themselves at him was extremely tempting. Before long he'd been there for six months, and he was asked to visit Champagne in her office after work for a informal meeting . He knocked on the door and was buzzed in. 'Patrick,I'm glad you came, take a seat.' Champagne was wearing a business suit which both displayed her status as a CEO and her femininity. Her skirt was very flattering,accentuating her hips and buttocks and her blouse and jacket were authoritative in their cut and yet led attention to the bust and waist.'Well Patrick; it's been six months and I just wanted to say that I'm very pleased with your work. Your articles are very popular with the customers and have brought in new subscriptions too.' Patrick grinned 'I'm very glad to hear that.' 'On top of that, you seem to have fitted in to the team, I hear how popular you are.' Patrick blushed 'well, more so with some than others.' he mumbled. She laughed at that 'Don't worry I'm sure they'll calm down sooner or later. For now why don't we celebrate a successful six months?'

So they began drinking and chatting and it was great fun but then Champagne began to get morose and emotional. 'I'm 35 and I've been single for over a year!' she cried out 'I haven't had sex in so long,my vibrator is dying on me!' Patrick tried to comfort her 'Hey, don't worry,I'm sure things will turn out OK.' 'How will they?! I'm so old how could anyone find me attractive? Patrick, being a nice (and drunk) young man said 'I do,you're very sexy.'

Drying her eyes, Champagne said 'You do?' 'Yes,really.' he replied. 'Would you fuck me?' she asked earnestly.

Patrick didn't say anything but passionately kissed her. Soon they were in each others arms kissing and caressing. Patrick woke up as the sun shone on him through the blinds, groggily he got up and looked around. He was still in Champagnes' office and she was asleep on the same couch he'd been on and she too was naked. At that moment she woke up with a start 'Huh! Jeez, my head! Oh, Patrick, you're still here.' Patrick grabbed his shirt off the pot plant nearby to cover himself 'Yeah, we partied a little too hard I think.'he said blushing as he averted his gaze.

Champagne looked at him and then looked herself over. The fur between her legs was matted and the fabric of the couch was damp.'Did we...?' she began to ask. Patrick suddenly had a flash of memory, the two of them moving together on the couch clearly having sex. He nodded weakly 'I...I think so.' She covered her face "Oh God, I remember, I got so emotional and then we...I'm so sorry, I guilted you into having sex with me.' Patrick pulled on his trousers 'don't worry about it, we were both drunk, I don't blame you.' 'Thanks' she smiled at him. They agreed to act like it never happened and that it was a one time only event because it would be improper for them to have a relationship outside of work.

They hardly ever saw each other again and never alone so it was easy to keep it a secret. Patrick's main problem was Tabitha, she was persistent in her propositions and seemed to wear clothes that showed off her body. Whenever she talked with him she used double entendres and laughed to see his reaction when she played innocent and called him a pervert. He tried to laugh it off and carry on with his work.One day he was writing an article on cultural taboos, and he noticed he had written "cultural Tabitha" instead. He deleted the mistake and continued writing. On the drive home, he dismissed it as a fluke and thought nothing of it. That night as he lay in bed however, his mind was full of nothing but Tabitha. His heart racing, Patrick sat bolt upright. 'Oh God, I can't be in love with her can I? He thought it over in his mind 'Dear Lord, I am!' At work the next day it was hard not to show any change in his attitude because even though he admitted to himself that he did love her, he didn't know if she felt the same or was just teasing him.

Soon it was November, and the end of year function had been announced. It was to be held at a very exclusive resort in the countryside and a well known string quartet had been booked. Amongst the single staff members there was a storm of trying to find a partner. Roxie, a girl in subscriptions asked Daniel, the man who serviced all the vending machines and was elated when he said yes. Strangely no one had asked Patrick and he hoped that they had calmed down. He was soon proved wrong. As he was walking down a corridor he was grabbed by the tie and pushed against the wall of another corridor. 'Whoa..!' It was Tabitha, and she had a very determined look on her face. 'Listen up Rusty, you're taking me to the function and then I'm coming to your place for coffee and breakfast. Got it?' Patrick gulped and nodded.'Good, pick me up at 7 O'clock, 45 Pearson Ave.' she said before tearing off shouting her victory.

The night of the function came sooner than Patrick anticipated. He was wearing his finest evening suit (he refused to call it a Tuxedo) and had gone to the Barbers specially so that his hair was perfect. He knew that he would be back late and possibly slightly drunk so at half six he called a taxi. Arriving at Tabitha's house at 5 minutes to seven he got out of the car, and walked up the garden path and rang the bell.'Just a minute!' he heard Tabitha's voice call from inside. Soon the door opened and there she was, her hair all done up with elegant tresses cascading down her back and framing her face. She wore a black dress that gathered in at the waist and flared out gracefully. 'Wow, you look amazing!' he blurted out. "Thanks Rusty, you look pretty good yourself.' she said, grinning.

The party was incredible, the food was delicious and the music beautiful. The time came for the first slow dance of the evening,and everyone took to the dance floor. As he placed his hand on her waist and took her hand he thought how wonderful the night was. As they waltzed,he kept having to take the lead from her, but it didn't take away from the magic. Afterwards there was a break and they met up with some co-workers and began chatting. Patrick was lost in thoughts until Tabitha's' voice interrupted them '...and this one time we were in the copy room and...' 'Oh God! I can't let her finish!' he thought frantically. Not knowing what else to do he leaned over and kissed her passionately. At first she was surprised but then she was kissing him back and even slipped her tongue into his mouth. Everyone around was stunned and then began clapping and cheering. Breaking away Patrick said 'I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that.' But Tabitha simply smiled and hugged him 'Let's take this to your place shall we?' she whispered in his ear. Nodding his agreement, Patrick went to the desk and asked the maître d'hôtel to call him a cab from the country club to Halcyon tower.

Arriving at his apartment complex Patrick paid the driver before being dragged away by Tabitha. The moment they were in the lift, she resumed kissing him so forcefully that Patrick was surprised at her strength. Stumbling into his apartment as she began trying to undress him he was able to talk again 'Hey,hey what are you doing?' She paused 'Simple, I'm getting you naked. When you kissed me back there, you really got my motor running.' 'OK, but let me undress myself, will you?' 'Fine, but hurry up!' she pouted. Undressing quickly he wondered what he was in for.As he undid his belt Tabitha looked around, 'Wow!' she enthused, 'This is pretty fancy.' Yeah, all thanks to my cousin.'Is this your bedroom?' Yes that's it.' She smiled ' 'Kay, don't be too long.' she winked and closed the door. By the time Patrick entered the room she had stripped completely and was lying on his bed, legs spread and her hands under her head as if she were waiting for a bus or something. Hearing him enter, she propped herself up 'Come on, lose the trunks, let me see the goods!' she said. Patrick nervously slipped off his boxers, freeing his rapidly growing dick. 'Oh wow! I didn't expect you to be so big, bring that bad boy over here.' He walked over to her and she was now sitting with wide eyes fixed on his cock. Without a word she began sucking it and it grew even larger. 'Hmm, it's not gonna get any bigger?' she asked sounding a little sad. "Er, no that's all.' he replied sheepishly. 'That's all right then,' she said, lying back down. 'let me have it!' Patrick took his cock in hand and positioned it at the entrance to her slick hole and with one push he slipped inside her. "Oh God, it feels even bigger than it looks!' she shouted. Patrick sighed 'You feel so good!' Yeah fuck me real good babe!' and so Patrick let himself go, just enjoying the sensations of sex. Before he knew it he was at his limit. 'Tabitha, I'm going to cum!' he told her as he ploughed into her. 'OK, fill me with your cum, lover.' With one final thrust and a grunt, Patrick shot his load deep inside her. 'I'm sorry, you haven't cum yet.' he panted' That's OK.' she said, getting out from under him and directing him to lie down. 'I know how you can make it up to me.' She straddled his head and Patrick knew what to do. 'Oh yes use your tongue just like that!' she cried in pleasure. 'Oh yeah just like that!' and with an animistic howl she came. Patrick lost track of time and space,all he knew was the pleasure,and his last memory before falling asleep was cumming with Tabitha riding him hard.

Next morning he woke needing to use the toilet, by the time he was done he was fully awake. Seeing Tabitha lying there asleep he smiled,she looked so peaceful and very beautiful with her hair tousled and her body curled up. With a big yawn she woke up 'Hey cutie, that was great last night.' 'Thanks you too.' Patrick mumbled back. 'Did you want some breakfast?' She perked up at that 'Yeah, I'd love a coffee and some toast.' 'Brilliant, I'll get that sorted.' Afterwards, Tabitha got up 'I gotta pee...where's your bathroom?' she asked. 'Just through there.' said Patrick, pointing to the en suite door. 'Thanks!' and she walked over and opened the door but didn't close it before sitting down and using it. 'Tabitha!' cried Patrick, making to close the door. 'What? You Brits are so prudish! You've already seen everything.' Patrick stood stunned for a second."Even this.' and she spread her pussy wide so he could see her tight hole. 'Oh I see that got a fast reaction!' she giggled 'Well only one cure for that.' and she leapt off the toilet and was riding him before he could say a word. 'Oh yeah, I love your cock!' she said through gritted teeth. she must of been very horny because her thrusts became more forceful and then she bit her bottom lip as she climaxed powerfully. The contractions of her orgasming pussy made Patrick cum too. Tabitha rolled off him, a slightly glazed look in her eyes.

Patrick heard the mail slot rattle so he went to get the mail. Sitting on top of the other letters was a black bordered envelope bearing the Crest of the Earl of Sommerfield, an ornate Letter S wreathed by Oak leaves and surmounted by an Earls Coronet.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he opened it. In flowing script it read:

Dear Mr Tremayne,

It is with deep regret that I inform you of the passing of your cousin, Earl Sommerfield. This makes your father the new Earl and you Viscount. The will is due to be read two weeks after the funeral which will be held this Wednesday.

Once again my deepest sympathies,

Howard Stanley

Singh, Pratt and Stanley.

'What does it say babe?' asked Tabitha,hugging him from behind. 'I-I'm a Viscount now.' he answered numbly. "Really?! Woohoo! I JUST FUCKED A VISCOUNT!! she shouted. And Patrick smiled despite himself. 'Yeah I guess you did.' he turned and gave her a quick kiss. 'I'm going to have to take some time off to attend the funeral and the investiture.' he said frowning. 'Can I come too?' Tabitha asked. 'I'm afraid not,there's a whole range of guidelines and etiquette that has to be followed at such things.' "Awww, I wanted to see England and meet your family!' you will, one day.' 'Oh, all right then, I guess I can live with that.'

Patrick got his two weeks leave and bought his tickets the next day and was all packed to go. He arrived at the airport two hours early and was just waiting near the gate for the boarding call when he heard a familiar voice 'EXCUSE ME,COMING THROUGH!' Tabitha came bowling through a group of slow moving passengers and threw herself at him and hugged him tight. 'Tabitha, what are you doing here?' Patrick asked.'I just wanted to see you off.' she said evasively. 'Come on, you can tell me.' he told her. 'OK I wanted to tell you that you'd better not try anything with any of those blue blood girls over there.' Patrick raised a quizzical eyebrow 'Is that all?' Tabitha's confident expression faded and she looked at the floor. 'I'm here because I love you OK!?' She once more flung herself into his arms. "Tabitha, it's OK I love you too.' He said softly, rubbing her back as she cried into his shoulder. she parted from him and dried her eyes.'I couldn't let you leave without telling you how I felt.' she said her voice trembling. At that moment, the P.A announced the boarding call for his flight.'Well that's me I'm afraid. I wish we had more time.' Tabitha grabbed him and kissed him with incredible forcefulness and time seemed to freeze. Her eyes slightly puffy from crying, but with a hard look on her face she said 'I mean it, no funny business or I'll kick your ass!' And so, after a final kiss and hug, Patrick boarded the plane wondering what the future held in store for him.

The end(?)