Law Office Rumours
Law office rumours (03/14/05-03/21/05)
By GriffinR34
This is my first story I have written for YiffStar!, this is just one of a whole series I am going to make^^, hope you guys like it!. Oh and if your not 18 you should.... bla bla bla your gonna read it anyway even if your underage, hell, i'm 17, and over 70% of everyone who goes here is like under 18..., if you got this far, your obviously already into this kinda stuff, and your mind has already bin filled with naughty yiffy things, he...he, anyway, enjoy!
The alarm clock on the shelf above Jakes bed went off at its intended time of 8:20AM, the dog rustling in his sleep at the rude awakening, normally like most people or furs, Jake not wanting to get up, pulling the covers over his head, hoping the annoying digital beep would stop, but to no avail, the new digital clock relentless to the dog, it's beep constant, unlike the old outdated wind up alarm clocks that would eventually stop ringing when it ran out of its wind up power.
"Why..... why did i have to buy the NEW alarm clock...." Jake mumbled to himself under the covers as he sat up defeatedly.
"Alllrighhhhht!!...." Jake screamed, bursting up in bed, his covers flying off him, as he got up, and stood on his bed, reaching up, and hitting the snooze button on the beeping digital clock, Jake laying back down, getting his covers and pulling them over him in a huff, trying to go back to sleep.
But as Jake closed his eyes, to his frustration and dismay, he found he was fully awake, or at least awake enough to not be able to go back to sleep. Jake had intentionally set up his alarm clock on a high shelf above his bed for a reason, the reason that he would have to get all the way up, to even put it on snooze, and by doing so, his body would awaken, thus Jake would be awake.
Jake was a hard fur to get up, a hard headed sleeper, that if not constantly badgered to get up, would sleep the day away if he realy wanted to, Jake knowing this about himself, knew that that was not a good way to sleep when you have to pay an apartments rent every month, and be on time to work to become that "Valued Employe", so he set up ways to defeat his sleepy side, even though he always resented himself for doing that in the morning, it was good for him in the long run.
Jake sighed and sat up in bed, stretching his arms high in the air as he opened his muzzle wide, sticking out his tongue in a long yawn, after, Jake turned in his bed, and let his legs go over the side of the bed, smacking his lips a few times as he stood up, walking to his full length mirror and looking at.
Jake Turner was an Anthro, one of the canine race, he was a Rottie, a powerful anthro, though one of the most profiled against for there rep as criminals, mostly for there looks and things like that, Jake did his best to fit in and deter that stereotype for himself and his whole species by being a good citizen in the Chicargo city.
Jake was wearing blue plaid boxers, with a loose fitting white muscle shirt, common regular sleep clothing for just about everyone, Jakes fur coloration pretty normal, nothing special really, normal Rottie fur coloration. Jake was built pretty avaragely, his muscles were not diamond cut in his fur, but the outline of them on his arms was noticable, Jake not realy caring how he looked, he was not out looking to impress anyone or anyfur, or was he looking for a relationship, though.... one reason inparticular about himself maid it so he was not realy looking for a relationship.
Jake as a puppy and teen age years started to notice that he was different, that when his brothers went out to play in the sand box, Jake would stay home, not realy wanting to get roudy and get dirty, buuuut when his sisters would pull out there dress up clothes... Jake would play with them, not realy wearing any of the clothes but just liking hanging around his two sisters more, there activities were alot more interesting to Jake.
Jake looked back on this at age 15, of how his time was spent more with his sisters then his brothers, doing things that boys that age really would not normally do, and Jake knew what that might have ment, so that following year Jake got a girlfreind, a human girl named cindy....... a month later they broke up.
Her heart was hurt, yet Jake oddly enough did not feel a thing. The whole relationship felt hollow to him, he didnt feel attracted to her, or females at all really, Jake even tried looking at his dads porn stash, yet... those bored him to no end, he seeming to not pay any attention to the topless fems, but seeming to pay more attention to the males, and there... erections, thus realizing this Jake had no doubt....he was gay.
The rest of the story a blur to him, his family having found him in his room with another male fur that following year, instantly, he was disowned by his family, then soon there after his friends soon got word and disowned Jake as well. the only family that did not disown him was one of his sisters, Ulica, she understood his choice, and even supported Jakes choices, helping him out wherever she could, but now in present time, Jake Turner now 21, having moved into his own apartment, yet.. alone..
Jake thought of all this as he picked out his clothes, took a shower and ate, walking down from his apartment to the street, looking for his parallel parked car.
Jake soon found it, parking in the busy chicargo city was unpredictable, one day there would be a spot(s) open, then the next, none at all, some days he could park right infront of his apartment, and others, at most even 5-7 blocks away from his apartment.
Jake had been able to park at an ok spot, 2 blocks away from his apartment, this time, his car, a 1990 Ford Escort Stationwagon, it being in ok shape for being only 3 years old, its green paint a little sun faded, and the bumpers with a few dents in them, that basically expected on all Chicargo cars, were you MUST pass the parallel parking part of your drivers test in order to be able park properly, since parallel parking is most common in busy cities like this, and where to parallel park, your bumper realy works, or at least gets used more than most bumpers do.
Jake took out his keys, and opened up his car, plopping inside, reading the digital clock on the dash, it reading 9:33Am, as he put the key in the ignition, and turning it on, the car starting instantly, the radio popping on a weather station.
~Ah yes, today will be moderately cool, heavy cloud cover is expected to be all day, slight chance of a light rain, but that is unlikely, the july weather of this 1993 year is yet to kick in, but soon it will!, tomorrow, classic saturday skies!, a warm front is due in, temps reaching to at lest 90*!, so expect your weekend to be a sunny one. And on oth--~
Jake turned the radio off, and he pulled out carfully, smiling a little to himself, the summer weather had not really shown its face at all, and in the middle of july with still no sign of it, everyone was starting to think that it was never realy going show at all this year. This being the highlight of Jakes day so far, as he drove down the one way street to the main streets, driving to mid downtown were he worked at the post office as a supervisor.
As Jake arived, he was lucky to find a parking space on the side of one of the blocks right across the street from the post office, this making Jakes mood cheerful, as he strolled in after parking and paying his meter for 8 hours, the time 9:59Am, Jake didnt have to punch in till 10:15Am, Jake usually punching right on the mark, or even a few minutes late, this putting alot of stress on Jake at times, but this was new, Jake had been having a tough week so far, and this was what exactly he needed., as he walked into the post office and up the the punching machine.
"Ahhhhh, yes Friday, and i'm early!" Jake said, punching in, one of his co workers looking up at him from his newspaper, a human named Frank.
"I see your here a little early for once Jake" Frank said, going back to reading his paper, his accent a little southern.
"yeah, todays gonna be differnt, I can feel it.. wow and I'm not cranky"
"Woo, hoo..." Frank said dullely.
"Now, you better get to your post, Steve needs a little help back there, so with your free time, why dont you go help him"
Jake started for the back room when he stopped, "Uhh, why didn't you help him then?"
Frank flicked his paper to straighten it "Cause your here now" Frank said not looking back to Jake.
"But.. when... forget it"
Jake walked to the back room, just in time to see Steve on a stepstool, a hulking box of papers in both of his arms as he started to lose his balance, Jake running over and giving him some suport.
"Whoa!..whoa!,ahh ahh...., whew thanks Jake, almost fell there" Steve said as he put the box on the shelf and hopped down, the squirrel dusting himself off.
"Oh, no prob, i see Frank was helping you a whole lot too"
Steve smiled and turned to get another box. "Yeah, guys a bum, I see your in early this friday"
"Yeah, today feels like it will be an interesting day" Jake said smiling.
"Heh, hope so, Maybe if you get that raise, you can finally get to boss Frank around" the squirrel said with a large smile and a chuckle.
"Maybe, todays different, maybe I just might, heh, well i'm off to do what I do" Jake said walking off waving to Steve.
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Jakes day went by pretty fast, before he knew it, his 8 hour day was over, and he was checking out, punching out at 6:15Pm exactly, Jake smileing as he padded out across the street, walking along the side of the building to get to the corner.
As Jake rounded the corner, he spotted a police officer, standing on the sidewalk, writing on a note pad, most likely writing out tickets to some poor soul, but as Jake got closer he saw the police officer was right next to his car, there already two pink pieces of paper under his windsheild wipers.
Jake walked faster towards the police officer, he was a human caucasian male, a little on the thin side, Jake stopping a few feet infront of him.
"Ehh, excuse me?, this is--"
"Your car?, thought so" The officer said, cutting Jake off, his voice a little geeky.
"Uh yeah this is my car, may I ask what the problem is?, i still have 3 minutes on the parking meter."
"Well for one, your front left tire is under inflated" The officer said, lowering his note pad, and tapping the eledged tire with his boot.
"Ummm, ok..., what else?"
The police officer turned around and walked to the back of the stationwagon, there no car behind Jakes.
"Well you have a right taillight lense out" the officer said, pointing at it with his pen.
Jake walked around and looked, indeed it was broken, the lense had a large jagged hole in it, pieces of the red translucent plastic on the ground near the back of the car, a few small pieces on the bumper ledge as well.
"Awww for the love of... that just happened officer.. look theres even still pieces of the plastic there.. and I know they just didnt follow me here"
The officer looked, and weent back to scribbleing on the note pad.
"Oh i see, your still gonna stick that on me, even though it just happened" Jake said, getting a little irritated, most of these damages on alot of cars in Chicargo, and the owners never getting penalized for it, Jake starting to think maybe the officer was racist, that a possibility.
Evan though furs and humans lived together, racism agaist each other and furs was always present, though the Goverment was working to band racism, it still occured more then it should have been, something hitting Jake's attention as he looked at the officer writing the ticket.
"Hey, there's only two things you have ticketed me for, and you already wrote them, why are you writing another?"
The officer stopped writing and looked at the Jake, then pointing to Jakes back windsheild.
"That, on your windshield" the officer said, pointing with his pen again.
Jake turned to the windshield and looked at it, his windshield was spotless, no dirt, dust, cracks, anything, it was so clean you would think it was gone if you looked at it at the right angle, or if it was not for the two window stickers that were stuck up there.
"Uhh, i dont see anything, the windshield is perfect"
"No, its not, there, in the corner" The officer walked up, and tapped his pen on the glass over one of the window sticker's in the corner of the rear winshield.
Jake looked at the sticker he was pointing at, the sticker read: "Proud to be a Furry!", and the other one said "Proud to be an American!", but the police officer was bluntly pointing out the "Proud to be a Furry!" sticker. This was all Jake needed to know, to know that this paticular human was a full on racist, but Jake wanting to test just a bit more to see if he was right, keeping his calm... for the time being.
"And?, it's a couple of window stickers" Jake said, acting like he didn't see the officer pointing out the "Proud to be a Furry" sticker specifically.
"Well its an obstruction of vision"
"You mean them" Jake said, testing.
"It's an obstrustion of vision, it creates a blind spot" The officer said, not correcting himself.
Jake laughed loudly, sarcastically, over exaggerating it as he leaned back putting his paw on his chest, the laugh sounding fake like Jake wanted as he leaned back up, getting a serious look on his face as he pointed at the police officer.
"Hahahaha!, alright, time out, I'm calling bullshit on your ass right now!, I know exactly what the hell you are doing you racist bastard.." Jake said, his voice now anger filled.
The officer ignored Jake as he ripped the ticket off his note pad and put it under the rear windsheild wiper, then going and starting another ticket.
"Your giving me all this bullshit because i'm a furry!, and dont deny it!"
The officer looked up at Jake, an almost smirk on his face as his police radio crackled on his shoulder a little.
"Your car is under par, it is a danger on the road, and there for you are being penalized for endangering us" the officer said, putting an emphasis on "us".
"Under par!?, whoa whoa whoa, your kidding right?, tell me this is all a joke, there are cars 50x worse then mine!"
As if almost by complete fluke, as Jake finished his sentance, an old 1980's Volvo drove by in profile, window stickers galor on the rear windsheild, rust all over it, it baby blue, with two of its doors replaced on the side facing them, you being able to tell because the doors where two completely different colors from the rest of the car, one door green, and the other door brown, but to top it off, the car was burning oil badly, thick gray smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe, the car stopping, at the corner, then driving away.
"Tell me you saw that!?" Jake yelled, pointing behind him, a slight hiem of gray smoke still visible as it dissapated.
"Hmm?" Is all the officer said, as he shrugged and went back to writing.
"Oh Gods...." Jake said exasperatedly, putting his muzzle in his paws, and shaking his head, then lifting his head back up.
"I know your ass saw that!, if you didnt, your damn weak senses should have picked up that smoke!, That car was under par alright. That car is a Par-fect example of what you can find in the junk yard if you look hard enough!, under par my ass....., my cars under par?, that car was under due to blow up!" Jake yelled, his anger getting the better of him, as he balled his paws at his sides.
The Officer chukled slightly, looking at the dog, then going back to writing the ticket, shaking his head with a smile on his face. That is when Jake noticed the officer was writing yet another ticket.
"What!?, your dumbass already wrote me three bullshit tickets, what in the world are you writing me a fourth for!?"
The officer didnt answer for a moment, as he finished writing, ripping the pink ticket off with a smile.
"Well, this is for subordination, and misconduct, which you and your disrespecting self brought upon yourself"
Jake balled his paws harder, his body shaking from anger, as Jake motioned towards the officer.
"You... son... of a--"
"Ah ah ah, I can pin your fleabitten hide with attempted assault too, thats if i dont shoot you first" the officer said cutting Jake off, holding his finger up, and waving it side to side, a smirk on his face.
As the officer said those words, Jake realized why the officer acted the way he did, and not argue back, Jake had fallen right into a trap...., a racial trap that the cop set up, Jake sighing loudly as he untensed, letting his paws loosen and hang at his sides, drooping his head as well.
"You tricked me...." Jake said, defeatedly.
"Now I would not say that now, oh wait, sure looks like I did, hahahaha!"
"Now here's your ticket fur.." the human said, walking up the Jakes hunched figure and letting the ticket fall to the ground inftont of Jake.
"Now have a nice day, and get your car up to par... if you can afford it after this, hahahahaha!" The human police officer said, laughing as he walked away.
Jake stood for a few moments, his head down as he started to cry softly, a tear rolling down Jakes muzzle, then off his nose, it landing right on the pink ticket. Jake seeing he was crying put a paw up to his face, and wiped the remaining ones away, as he then leaned down and picket up the ticket at his feet.
"I realy am gay... cryin..." Jake said to himsalf as he walked around his car, pulling the other tickets out from under the windshield wipers.
Jake didn't even glance at them, knowing it would only make him feel worse, as he got into his car, and starting it up, pulling out and heading towards home. Along the way Jake on the verge of breaking into tears, he had been tricked cruelly and to top it off, he added to the already bad rep for rotties that they are mean, dumb, unpredictable dogs, that are only good for the Marine Core.
As Jake drove down his street he saw a spot right infront of his house, parking there, but having the lucky spot did not make him feel better, only not make him anymore upset, as Jake turned off the car and sat there, the keys still in the ignition.
The Rottie reached into his center counsil and pulled out the tickets, the way he had grabbed them was in order of how the officer wrote them out, Jake looking them over now.
The under inflated tire was a $50 fine, making Jake gasp, and he looked to the next one. The broken tail light lense, $100.
"WHAT!?, $100!?" Jake screamed, his sorrow dissapating, and anger filling its place.
Jake slowly lifted the second ticket to the side, fearing of what the next fine amount would be. The obstrustion of view for the window stickers came to $175, This making Jake grit his teeth, not really surprised by the amount, now expecting alot higher fines from these tickets.
That is when Jake looked at the last ticket,the one he had gotten for insubordination, and misconduct, the amount coming to $400!, and on a side note, is said: "+ $125 tax"
"Ahhhhhhh!, $400!?, annnnnnd + $125 tax!?!, what bullshit is that!?''
The total of all the tickets came to an $850 fine, Jake adding all the tickets up in his head, whining as he put his head on the steering wheel.
"...I cant pay for this...., it will throw my whole money situation outta wack..." Jake said, sobbing lightly.'
Jake had come up with a paycheck plan that worked very well for him, he would get his paycheck, then split it in half, putting one half in the bank for savings. Then with the other half he would split again, using half to pay bills, then with the last half, he would split one last time, useing one half to buy food, the last half as "whatever" money, money that he could throw around if he wanted, but this ticket completely destroying this balance Jake had set up and used so well. Jake was going to have to take money out of his savings now for this, and a big chunk of it by the looks.
This angering Jake, as he had worked hard to save up thus far, and now this stupid fine was going to fuck up 2 years of hard earning, Jake slamming his fist down hard on he dashboard over the radio.
As Jakes fist hit the dashboard, his radio popped on, crackling for a moment as it then picked up a station, the station it picking up currently on a commercial at that moment.
~With over 3,000,000 square feet of space!, this facility has college style classrooms for you learn to be a Lawyer, Judge, Bailiff, and much much more, all right here in the facility!, so after you get your bailiffs degree you can walk right to a court room!, since also the new Chicargo law office holds trials as well!, among other jobs and departments held in this fine building include: Court cases, Lawyer teaching's, Ticket complaints, Home payment fraud, Rape investigation, Auto Theft recovery, and much much more! The Chicargo law office has been up since 1979, and was just nicely refurnished in 1989!, it having new offices added, and even a whole new 3rd level! If you are interested in any of the jobs or departments mentioned in this commercial, then head on down!, the New Chicargo City Law Office is located downtown, Two blocks east of the Empire State building!, you can't miss us, open Monday through Saturday, 8am, to 11pm on weekdays, open 10am to 8pm on Saturday.~ The commercial ended, Jake turning the radio off, and sighing.
But the commercial was stuck in his head, but there was something that was said in it that got his attention, thinking for a moment Jake found it, the New Chicargo Law office had a department named: "Ticket Complaints", this just might being the solution to Jakes paycheck plan disruption. Jake calming down slowly, as he got out, taking the tickets with him as Jake walked up to his apartment, and closed the door, spending the rest of his friday trying to sort out his situation alone.. in his apartment.
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The next day Jake woke up on his own, having shut off his alarm clock on weekends, Jake getting up slowly out of his bed and stretching, yawning. Jake looked up from next to his bed, looking up at the clock and saw it read 10:31Am, Jake then walking over to his dresser sleepily.
Last night Jake had called a few places from the phone book, and then calling the law office itself, getting directions. Jake had thought hard about what happened, hopeing that whoever he talked to would understand and do there best to get him off scott free, even though Jake did curse at the police officer many times, but he had good reason, the officer was a complete racist, and Jake was hoping it would all work out.. and that he would be able to afford it. Jake knowing the law office was not going to be free.
Jake thinking of all this as he picked out his clothes from his dresser, picking out baggy light blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and putting on his leather cowboyish boots, then grabbing his old red blank basball hat and putting it on, Jake walking over to his full leangth mirror, and looking at himself.
His ears poked out of the hat, one ear drooping over more then the other, this giving Jake a kinda cute innocent look, Chuckling at this slightly as he wanted to look as innocent as possible anyway. Jake after seeing he looked decent, walked over and put on his brown thin well worn in leather coat, and classic style sunglasses, walking out and locking his apartment, heading to his car infront of the apartment.
The day was sunny and bright, Jake could feel the suns heat already on the tops of his ears, as he slipped into his car, and starting it, rolling down the windows, pulling out and driving off towards downtown.
About an hour later Jake made it to the busy downtown of chicargo, stopping every 5 minutes at a stoplight, and sitting there, listening to the hum of motors, and the honking of horns in unison with the cursing of the drivers, this not how Jake wanted to spend his weekend, driving in the same way till finally Jake found the Law Office, it having its own parking, much to Jakes relief, parking near the entrance.
The parking lot was an open one, it surrounded by fencing, Jake geting out of his car after making sure the windows and doors were locked, since this was downtown, even though most would not think it, theft and car break in's were alot more common in downtown.
Jake made his way to the front of the law office, as he did he looked over the front, taking in its details.
The front was constructed like a court house, but kinda looking like the white house, four huge white roman style pillars holding up and a roman style overhang that was in the shape of a triangle, the pillars maid of white marble, nicely polished, the over hang having pictures carved into the concrete, pictures of lions, and gryphons, some images of a scale, right in the middle of the over hang was big bronze letters spelling out "Chicargo Law Office".
Jake walked up the large set of marble stairs up to the front of the law office, the doors being pull or push glass doors, and also revolving glass doors as well, Jake going through one of the revolving doors.
As soon as he walked in he was hit with a cool breeze, the building air conditioned, as Jake looked about, he was in the lobby, and a big one at that, there a large fountain in the middle, it of an angle and a lion holding a large bronze scale over there heads, water coming out of there mouths, a large circular base fountain catching the water, there many kinda of coins in the water which you normally would see in fountians.
The lobby walls were made of wood paneling that had carvings in it, and beautiful woodwork, still had the old look that the building had in 1979, there a few different flights of stairs leading to unknown places, Jake looking around for some type of clue or guide that would tell him were to go, til his eyes spoted a booth window near the corner of a large hall.
The booth having the same type of wood work as the rest of the lobby, above the booth there being in bronze letters "Information", Jake walking over to it, the window not glass but bars with a section cut out for transfer of items, like papers or mail. As Jake got the the window he saw a fur with his feet up, reading what looked like a comic book, only his ears visible over the top of the comic, headphones on the furs ears.
"Excuse me" Jake asked polietly.
The fur didnt move, the faint sound of music coming from the headphones on the furs ears, Jake asking again, but a little louder.
"Excuse me please"
Still, nothing, the furs feet starts to move to the beat of the music. Jake losing his patience to be polite, reached through the opening of the bars and bapped the furs shoe with his paw.
"Hey!, excuse me please!" Jake said as he hit the furs shoe.
The fur jumped a little , lowering his comic book and looking at Jake, the fur being a rat, wearing a hoodie and blue jeans, his ears pierced with gold earings, a smug look on his face, the rat haveing a kinda punkish look to him, as the rat saw the dog, he took his feet off the table and sat upright, taking his headphones off and pausing his tape player, the rat looking to be as young as Jake, if not younger.
"Yeah man?" The rat said in an annoyed type of tone.
"If you could, please can you direct me to the ticket complaints department?" Jake said taking his sunglasses off.
The rat sighed annoyedly as he turned his chair and looked at a map on the wall for a moment, then turning back to Jake.
"Alright, its down this hall, go all the way down to the end, there you will see one hallway to the right, go down that one, you will then get to an intersection of hallways, go down the right one, and down that hallway, you should see it, there is only two departments down there, so you should be able to find it, alright now?"
Jake blinked a few times, trying to remember all the directions, the rat getting a little impatient from the silence.
"Hellooooo?, you understand or not?"
Jake jumped a little going back to reality as he nodded.
"Alright now, good,now if you please, I will be going back to my boring ass job" the rat said as he propped his feet back up, and putting his headphones back on as he picked up his comic book.
Jake stood for a second, feeling he knew the directions now, as he started down the long hall.
The hall was long, and lit by flourescent lights, it having the same marble floor as the lobby. A few minutes later, Jake started to notice the quality of the hall was beginning to lessen, the marble floor ending and a plain white tile started, the wood work ended, and concrete walls took there place, ther a few ladders and paint buckets laying around, among other equipment related to painting and furnishing, this part of the hall looking like it was under construction.
About five minutes later Jake got to the end of the hall, there a single metal door with "fire exit" over it, and to his right there a smaller hallway, not as wide as this one, Jake turning to it and walking down it.
This hall being a little thinner and not as bright as the main hall, having dark blue carpet, the flourescent lights down this hall out, every few lights on, making the hall very dim, Jake seeing the style if the hall was differnt from the lobby, very different, and bland...
A few minutes later Jake saw he was nearing the intersection of the halls, having taken off his coat, and drooping it over his left arm, as he got the to intersection, thinking.
A moment later Jake looked up, remembering were to go, taking a right and going down the same style hall, this hall alot shorter then the others, it ending after only about 50 yeards or so, Jake seeing two doors on eather side of the hall, they being office style doors, with a window, there black letters on the window reading "Ticket Complaints", Jake sighing in relief as he turned the door knob and pulled the door open, walking inside and closing the door gently with a click.
Jake looked around the office, it was a waiting room, a large oak desk set up next to the entrance of another hallway, the desk having a few papers on it, and a little gold assistence bell, there no one or fur sitting at the desk. The main part of the waiting room was nicely lit with flourescent lights, but the hallway leading out of the room being dim like the halls leading to the office Jake had used to get here. There also in the room a short large round coffee table, a few magazines on it, regular school type chairs around the table, there other padded waiting office chairs sitting next to the wal, surounding the base of the room, Jake walking over and sitting down, setting his coat in one of the empty chairs next to him, as he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees, then laying his muzzle on his paws as he waited.
Jake sat silently for a few minutes, hearing nothing but silence, til Jake heard a sound to his right down the hall, looking ,Jake saw a fur in a tan janitors suit, pulling along a cart with brooms and mops in it, among other kinds of cleaning tools, the janitor looking and seeing the lone dog sitting in he chair, walking down the hall to Jake.
The fur was a Dingo Jake noticed, a very young one, still in his teens, Jake looking him over slowly, the dingo looking very cute to him, but the as the dingo spoke, Jakes trance on him was lost.
"You sure you in the right place?" The young fur asked.
"This is the ticket complaints department office right?"
"Yes it is sir, want me to go get Mr. Hudson for you?" The dingo asked.
Jake looked at the sewed in name patch on the dingo's jumpsuit, it reading "Markis", Jake looking back up to the attractive looking dingo.
"Markis right?, who is Mr. Hudson?, and were is everyone in this department?" Jake said smiling softly.
"Yes, Mr. Hudson is the directer, secretary, filer, and assistant of this department"
"Huh?, how can he run all those departments?, where's everyone else?" Jake asked confused.
The dingo chuckled a little shifting on his feet a little.
"Well Mr. Hudson is the only one who is in this department" Markis said with a smile.
"Really?, thats kinda strange"
"I will go get him for you sir" Markis said, turning around and walking down the hall.
Jake whent back into his slumped position, sighing softly, thinking of of the fact he was constantly lonely in his apartment... he was seeking a mate realy badly, and improve his more than dull sex life, pawing off hollowly sometimes at night, as Jake remembered one night he pawed off, it actually being the last time he did, Jake closeing his eyes as he brought back the memory.
The memory was was of somefur he found to be really attractive, someone at his work... that he knew was straight, or had a pretty good feeling he was, Jake starting to recall the furs face, his green eyes and tanish brown fur, and his large tail, it looking especially cute all fluffed up when he would get mad, as suddenly a soft voice made Jake open his eyes.
"Excuse me sir" the voice sounded, its tone professional, yet gentle.
Jake opened his eyes, infront of him was a pair of legs, Jakes sight aimed more at the ground, Jake looking up slowly, his eyes opening a little wider, as a soft gasp left his lips as he took in every detail of the fur infront of him.
The fur was a German Shepherd, he was about medium height, and was wearing a light gray business suit, the suit nicely pressed and straight, Jake seeing the fur looked to be mid age, one of his paws in his pants pocket as his tail wagged slowly back and fourth, Jake looking at the face of the shepherd, he having a beautiful coloration on his muzzle and ears, his whiskers visible, with a pair of oversized glass framed glasses that sat on his muzzle almost perfectly, a grin on his face as he looked back at the dog.
The German Shepherd saw the rottie looking him over, the dog doing it slowly as the shepherd chuckled, speaking.
"You like what you see?" The shepherd asked, the grin on his muzzle getting wider.
Jake was broken from his trance as he blushed lightly, knowing the shepherd had seen him looking at him that way, but Jake glad for black fur, it concealing the blush, Jake looking into the shepherds eyes.
"Ehh.... uhh is this were i can take care of these, as in not have to pay them?" Jake said, reaching into his back pocket, and pulling out the tickets and unfolding them, handing them to the shepherd.
The shepherd took them, and looked them over, nodding.
"Yep, this is the place alright, now if I believe that you didn't deserve these tickets, than i will revoke them, but if i don't, your crap out of luck" The shepherd said with a jocular smile.
"But befor we can get to anything, you need to fill out some forms" The shepherd said, walking over to the oak desk and opening one of the top drawers, and pulling out a yellow packet, and walking back to Jake handing it to him, along with a pencil.
"By the way, names Vick Hudsen" Vick said, smiling and leaning down slightly, extending a paw to Jake.
"Jake Turner" Jake said, smiling and taking the shepherds paw warmly, shaking it.
Vick smiled back and broke off the shake after a moment, standing up straight.
"You get those filled out, and when you are done, tap that bell on the desk over there and i will come out, then we can see to your situation"
Jake nodded as he looked up at the shepherd, almost getting lost in his blue eyes that were behind those large frames.
"Alright, thank you" Jake said, smiling softly.
Vick smiled back and turned around, walking down the hall slowly, Jake watching the shepherds tail swish behind him with every step he took, Jake starting to murr softly to himself, as Vick opened the door to his office somewere down the hall, going inside and disappearing from view, Jake catching himself murring.
"what the?... wow.. thats the first time i have done that since Steve.." Jake said to himself.
Jake got up, and sat in one of the chairs at the coffee table, skimming the packet he was given, it was a basic questionaire packet among other things, it wanting Jakes name, birth, gender, the normal arrangement, the other part of the packet asking for a description of the story, Jake doing just that as about 10 minutes later Jake sighed and set his pencil down, closing the packet.
Jake got up and walked over to the desk, hitting the gold bell a few times, setting the packet on the desk, listening for a moment, and hearing nothing, as Jake then went and sat back down, waiting, but just as he sat down, there Vick was, at the desk, Jake jumping a little at the shepherds sudden appearance.
"Whoa!, where did you come from?..."Jake said, holding his chest in semi fright.
Vick giggled slightly, picking up the packet.
"I am sneeky like that" Vick said winking at Jake.
Jake sat up, and stood, frowing an eyebrow {did he just giggle?.. and then wink at me?..}, Jake thought to himself, smiling softly at the shepherd.
"I didnt even hear you open your door"
"Well thats my little secret, now, let me read this over in my office, so you will have to wait out here, sorry bout this sir"
"Ummm.. ok" Jake said siting back down in a chair near the coffee table.
"Be with you ASAP Mr. Turner" Vick said tunring around and going to his office.
Jake sat with his arm drooped over the back of the chair, as he thought, this day was starting to get very strange, there were certain vibes coming off Vick, but Jake could not pin exactly what kind of vibes they were, Jake sitting there for about 13 minutes before he heard a door open and his name called.
"Mr. Turner, you may enter my office now!" Vick said down the hall.
Jake got out of thought and got up, walking down the hall, seeing a door open and walking to it. As Jake got to it he saw the door was an office door, but with a translucent window, with Vicks name on it, Jake opening the door, and stepping inside, closeing the door behind him.
The office was nice, it was white, but Vick had it set up very nicely, a large oak desk with many trinkets and papers on it, ther a large leather Lazy-Fur office chair behind it, Vick sitting in it looking at the packet. In the rest of the room, there was a sofa to the wall on the other side of the room, and there being two regular waiting room chairs infront of Vicks desk, there a few plants in pots sitting on the floor and desk, as Jake walked over and sat silently in one of the chairs infront of the desk.
Vick didnt look up, but Jake could tell he could see every movement he made, Jake being silent as he waited for the shepherd to finish. A minute later Vick looked up, adjusting his glasses slightly.
"Alright Mr. Turner, after a thorough look at this packet, what do you think should happen" Vick said, putting his paws together and putting them on top of the desk.
Jake hesitated, being a little taken off gaurd by the question.
"Uhh... not have ...to pay the tickets?..." Jake said unsurely.
Vick chuckled and smiled at the rottie.
"Well, i can see there was some discrimination here, and i have dealt with cases like this before, but there is one thing you did that was not a subject of racism"
"And.. that is?"
"The insubordination, you cussed the police officer out, regardless if he was feeding you pure bullshit, you did it none the less, i'm sure you have heard this since a pup, but two wrongs dont make a right" Vick said sternly.
Jake folded his ears back, looking down a little.
"Then... what does that mean?,.. do i have to pay $400? for cursing?..."
Vick scooted up to his desk closer, looking seriously at jake.
"No, not exactlty, You see I know alot of furs and people Mr. Turner, and i have many ties with them, including ties with the police station"
"Uhh, I'm sorry but what does that have to do with me Mr. Hudson?"
"I will lend you my services in this case, and if this police officer is accused then all the tickets will be dropped, the government does not take kindly of racism, between human blacks or furrys, or racism at all for that matter, and the police station upholds that, but my services are not free of charge let me add" Vick said getting up, and walking around his desk.
"Well Mr. Hudson......, I dont know if i can afford your services, i'm a little tight on money and thats the reason i came down here in the first place, hoping i didnt have to pay all or even any of the tickets" Jake said, still sitting.
Vick walked around past Jake, getting out of view as he spoke.
"My services do not require money Mr. Turner." Vick said, his tone not the serious one, but an playfullish one, he then going silent.
Jake sat silent, trying to comprehend what the shepherd could have meant by that, it suddenly hitting him, but heavy doubt following {No way!, .... is he meaning what i think he is?... but what if he isn't.. .. and i make a move.. he will kick me out like all the rest.. and i will be stuck with these tickets..., but what if he means exactly what i think he is?..} Jake debating himself as he sat silent, his back to Vick as he finally spoke.
"If.. it does not require money Vick... what will it cost me then?" Jake said hesitantly.
There was no response, till then footsteps, as Vick walked up behind the chair Jake was sitting in, and leaning down, putting his fourarms on the back of the chair, his paws loosely held next to either side of Jakes muzzle, but not touching Jake, as Vick leaned his muzzle close to Jakes ear, and whispered.
"Your seed" Vick wispered softly, blowing a little warm breath into the rotties ear.
Jake shuddered a little from the warm breath, his eyes getting larger as he was hit with the answer he was looking for, but it hitting Jake hard with surprise, as he hesitated, not moving at all. A few moments past, Jake listening to the soft breathing of the shepherd, as Vick moved his right arm off the back of the chair and placed it on Jakes chest, scritching softly with his claws, the scritching going through the fabric of Jakes T-shirt.
"I will take that as a yes my cute doggie" Vick said lustfully into Jakes ear, Vick slipping out his tongue and taking a small lick over Jakes ear.
Jake shuddered again, a soft murr starting to emanate from his chest, closing his eyes softly as he let himself get lost in the scritching, Jake letting out a soft moan as he sunk deeper into what the shepherd was doing, as suddenly Jake felt something on his crotch, his eyes popping open, as he gasped.
Jake Looked down at his crotch, a furred black paw was was gently fondling Jakes sheath through his pants, Jake unable to sustain a moan, his murring increasing in volume.
"Oh, does doggie like the attention i am giving him?" Vick said, fondling the rotties crotch harder, the shepherds tone lustier.
"Yes...." Jake said without even thinking, Jake instantly not believing he said that, or believing that what was happening was really happening, but as Jake heard the sound of a zipper being undone, all that flew out the window, Jake looking down, and seeing the paw had unzipped his zipper, the paw reaching slowly inside, Jake taking a deep breath, as he felt the paw lift the waist band of his boxers, and grasp his already semi filled sheath, Jake letting out a loud moan as the warm paw grasped his sheath, and gripped it firmly.
"Oh gods... yess...." Jake said, closing his eyes in pleasure.
Vick smiled lustfully as he felt the canines sheath, squeezing it firmly a few times, getting a few loud moans from its owner, feeling the sheath expand with the rotties member.
"Oooo, doggie is excited is he?" Vick said playfully, as he pulled his paw put of Jakes pants, and started to undo his suit overcoat.
Jake murred loudly being in pure bliss, as suddenly the amazing paw left, Jake finding himself whining in frustration, like a little puppy.
"Awwww, is doggie in need of release?" Vick said, unbuttoning his suit with one paw,and pulling off Jakes rad hat and tossing it onto the sofa with the other.
Jake turned slightly in his chair, and looked at the shepherd, nodding, a look of pure need on his face, Jake being too into this already to care about what he was actually doing, the only thing on his mind was release, his sheath filled completely, his pointed tip of his bright pink cock peeking out and touching the fabric of his boxers, driving him wild.
Vick smiled, starting to smell the scent of male arousal in the air, it quickly filling the office, Vick seeing he had the rottie in his grasp completely, as he took off his over coat and tossed it on his desk, as he undid his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves, walking over around Jake, standing infront of the needing dog, taking off his glasses and tossing them on his desk.
"Tell me, does doggie want to cum?" Vick said smiling evilly.
Jake nodded whining softly.
"Please... i need it.."
"Then doggie will get it" Vick said lustfully, getting on his knees, infront of Jake, reaching his paws forward, and undoing the button on Jakes pants, peeling it back, Vick's smile getting wider as he saw the more than noticable shape of the rotties sheath through the blue plaid boxers.
Jake just sat and watched, letting the shepherd do as he pleased, Vick reaching and opening the fly of the rotties boxers smiling to himself as he reached in and pulled the sheath through the fly into view, Vick nodding in approval, the rottie was endowed, and well at that, his sheath full to its limit, the bright pink tip peeking out and pulsing ever so slightly, Vick being able to feel ever pulse in his paw.
Vick smiled up at Jake, Jake's eyes half open, as he panted softly, Vick looking back down at the sheath in his paw as he leaned his muzzle forward, and took a large whiff of the maleness in his paw, Vick letting out a loud sigh of satisfaction, as the shepherds tongue slowly slipped out of his muzzle, slowly gently running over the tip of the peeking rotties member.
Jake sat in a semi trance, letting the steady stream of pleasure wash over him as he was handled by the talented shepherd, his eyes popping open suddenly, Jake moaning loudly as he felt the warm tongue slide over his throbbing tip, Jake putting his paws over the sides of the chair, gripping them hard as he arched his back.
"Ooooooh yes!" Jake said loudly, shutting his eyes.
Vick slipped his tongue back into his muzzle, licking his lips, and smiling to himself at the pleasure he was giving this male, as he started to murr softly himself.
Vick let the rottie calm down before he proceeded, Jake sitting down back into the seat, panting a little harder, Vick looking back to the full sheath in his paw, gripping the base of the dogs sheath, as he pulled the sheath down over the hard throbbing member inside, Vick having to use a little effort as the excited dog's member was so big, Vick needed to tug just a little harder to pull the sheath down over the girth, Jake letting out a low moan as his cock touched the cool air.
Vick let out a low pleased growl as he looked at the rageing 8" red cock in front of him, Vick pulling a little harder on the sheath, popping out the knot, Jake letting out another soft moan, as a little pre started to bead on the tip of his canine member.
"Please... I need it... i'l do anything, just make me cum...." Jake said, completely giving himself to the older shepherd.
"Oh, you will cum my sexy pup" Vick said, leaning forward and blowing a little warm breath over the throbbing rotties member.
Jake let out a long soft moan, the warm air only teasing him with small bits of pleasure, as he thrust lightly into the air, Vicks paw still on the base, but it moved with the hump, not giving Jake any pleasure, as he whined a little.
"Please.. i can't take th--" Jake was cut off, as he moaned loudly.
The feeling of an intense warmness surrounded Jakes member, Jake moaning loudly, as he looked down, the shepherds muzzle was completely surrounding Jakes cock, Jake gripping the chair a little harder.
Vick held the throbbing member in his muzzle, just letting the rottie get used to the feeling before he really got going, Jake calming down slightly, his breathing in speeding up.
Vick seeing the rottie slowly get used to the feeling of his muzzle, Vick started a light suckling, running his tongue over the underside of the cock while he suckled. Jake tookin a sharp intake of breath as he felt the suckling, the pleasure doubling, as Jake thrust up slightly into the shepherds muzzle.
"Oh gods yes..." Jake let out, his eyes closeing .
Vick put his paws on the rotties lap, shifting on his knees, Vick started to bob his muzzle slowly up and down on the dogs member, pre starting to slowly leak into his muzzle, Vick lapping it up as soon as it came out, swallowing the tasty semi salty pre as he started to lightly knead the dogs knees with his claws as he bobbed his head on the rotties cock.
Jake moaned loudly, starting to hump slowly against the shepherds bobbing Jake feeling his cock start to spurt pre into the shepherds muzzle, the kneading of Vicks claws only making this pleasure he was feeling rise a bit more, Jake never feeling this much pleasure before, he knowing that he would not last much longer under the shepherds attack, his knot getting larger.
Vick sped up his pace, as he let his tongue curl around the cock as he bobbed his head, swallowing more and more pre as it spurted into his muzzle, Vick letting some of the pre leak out of his muzzle, and onto the rotties balls, when Vick felt the knot getting bigger every time his lips pressed against it, Vick knowing the dog was close, Vick letting off the cock with a slurp, moving his paw to grasp the base of Jakes cock, to hold it up, as he licked his lips, looking at the slightly reflective member, pre spurting still onto the rotties shirt.
Jake panted hard, as he felt the shepherds muzzle leave his cock, his humps slowing to a stop, his eyes closed in bliss, Jakes tongue lolling out of his muzzle slightly. Jake let out another moan, as the shepherd took a long lick up the rotties black furred balls, licking the pre off them as Vick leaned forward and took a few playful licks at the rotties cock, Jake shifting in his seat and growling softly.
Vick's ears perked at the growl, as he looked up.
"Is doggie frustrated?, does doggy want me to stop teasing him?"
Jake opened his eyes, Jake feeling the longer the shepherd did not please him, the harder and more torturous his need for release would be, as he growled again softly.
"I'm..close...please.. you have me completely.. just make me cum!" Jake said, the last part coming out a little harsher then he intended.
An evil grin spread over Vicks muzzle as he stood suddenly, and put his paw on the rotties shoulder, pushing back, as the chair leaned back onto its back legs, Vick grasping the rotties member suddenly in the other paw, gripping it firmly, as he put his muzzle close to Jakes, peering into the his eyes with an evil smile.
"Doggie want to cum?, than he shall cum!" Vick said, starting to paw Jake off fast and hard.
Jake let out a loud moan of pleasure, his breathing coming in sharp gasps.
"Uh....uh... yes.... yes!...YES!....YESSSS!"
Vick suddenly pressed his lips to Jakes as he forced his tongue into the rotties muzzle, exploring the dogs muzzle, Jake gasping at first at the sudden gesture, but he soon found himself exploring the shepherds tongue with his own, moaning muffledly into the shepherds muzzle as his cock was jacked roughly, pre spurting all over Jakes shirt, as his balls lurched up suddenly, Jake feeling the familiar pressure in his cock and balls.
Jake pulled off the kiss and started to pant hard,speaking the best he could.
"I'm....i'm...gonna..gonna!....Gonna CUM!!" Jake said out in a loud growl.
Vick felt the rottie starting to reach climax even before he said it, as Vick pushed back suddenly on Jakes shoulder, making the chair fall back as it hit the gound, Vick leaning over Jake as he took the rotties cock into his muzzle,as he started to suck hard,wanting the dogs salty spunk.
Jake didn't even feel the impact of the back of the chair hitting the ground as he was too caught up in his fast building orgasm to feel or even care, as he felt the shepherds muzzle sucking hard, Jakes breathing getting shallow and weak.
"Oh Vick!!!!!" Jake screamed out as he dug his claws into the carpet.
Jake clenched his eyes shut as his cock knot swelled to full size, his cock letting out its jizz, Jake letting out a loud moan, as ropes upon ropes of musky semen shot from his cock into the eager shepherds muzzle, Vick swallowing as much as he could, letting the hot cum fill his muzzle, then swallow and do it again, and again till finally the rottie was spent, as he lay on his back in the fallen chair, panting hard.
Vick licked his lips as he leaned over and kissed the rottie, letting him taste himself, Jake complying completely as he let the shepherds tongue into his muzzle, suckling on it lightly til exhaustion over took him, Jake slowly passing out from the intense orgasm.
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Jake opened his eyes slowly, and sat up, he was lying on the sofa in Vicks office, Jake looking around suddenly, not seeing the shepherd at all.
"Hello?.. Vick?" Jake said a little nervously as he got up slowly off the sofa, and stretched.
"Viiiiick?" Jake said again, but still hearing nothing.
Jake looked back to the sofa and saw his hat, Jake picking it up, but as he was about to put it on he noticed something in it, it was a note, Jake pulling it out and putting on his hat as he unfolded the note.
*Dear Mr. Turner:
I am sorry i could not be here when you awoke, I did want to wake you, frankly you looked vary cute sleeping that way *giggle*. But you have fulfilled my needs and i am already on finding out what i can, and i will be calling you and or sending you information ASAP in the mail as things pop-up..
If you would like to contact me, please call this number at office hours; 555-9889 EX: 563.
I had alot of fun with you Mr. Turner, and i thank you for coming down.
thank you, with love Vick. *
Jake smiled softly, as the dingo walked up, and leaned in the door way.
"Sir?, can i help you?"
Jake turned and slipped the note into his pocket of his jacket.
"No, thank you, i was helped quite enough thank you" Jake said giggling.
The dingo smiled and nodded, as he went on his way, shaking his head, as he smiled.
"looks like yet another rumour shall go around now" The dingo said under his breath, walking down the hall with his cart.
Jake looked at his watch and smiled, it was 8:08PM, he had been alseep for close to 10 hours, Jake stretching one more time as he walked out of the office and the long way back to the lobby.
As Jake got to the lobby, he saw the orange light of the setting sun come through the glass of the doors, as he went through one of the push doors, feeling the cool air of the summer night starting to settle in, as Jake took a large breath of the air, sighing to himself happily.
Jake didn't know why he felt this way, but he had a pretty good feeling he was going to have pretty good pawing material for the next month and a half now after this, as he walked to his car, a smile on his face, as he stepped into his car and rolled down the windows, pulling out and driving towards home, listening to music as he drove, his car disappearing slowly into the distance.
The End?