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Compensation

by pj wolf

The place just looked weird on the weekend.

Walking up to the front door of the building complex where his company had office space, DeShaun scratched at the back of his head. Even the parking lot was empty... but then that was to be expected. Who would be here on a Saturday?

Tapping his badge on the sensor, the painted dog let himself into the building and its echoing lobby. Even the security guard was gone, so the only sounds were his footsteps, and that made him more nervous. He took a breath and continued on, reaching the elevators. All he was here for was a quick meeting about compensation, so he had thrown on a dark blue polo shirt and some khakis. Why was he here about compensation?

This was probably the oddest thing. DeShaun liked his job, liked his coworkers. Especially for someone fresh out of college like he was, the pay was... it was alright. He probably could have chosen to work for one of those big tech firms and made a ton of money but he liked the appeal of a smaller company, with a more concrete task then chasing some trend. Also, they didn't enforce an in-office mandate and there were weeks he could go in a polo shirt up top and just his boxers down below. But then... he had to contend with the times he was called into the office, and his boss, Holly Harbor.

Licking his nose, DeShaun tried not to think too hard about his boss as he hit the elevator button for his company's floor. It almost didn't seem fair that the deer was smart, funny, and willing to do anything she asked her subordinates to do. It was pretty clear when he was hired that she earned the loyalty of her team. Plus, they welcomed him in, and he integrated pretty seamlessly into their programming team, with all of them making themselves available at some point or another for help if he needed it. Hell, she made herself a mentor for the junior programmer, welcoming his questions and dispensing career advice.

Ms. Harbor was a good boss. It just didn't seem fair that she was also a hot boss.

The elevator doors opened, and again the skinny dog licked his nose, trying not to feel apprehensive about being alone in a room with her. Over video chat, he was fine. Working with her was fine, especially since it was mostly shoulders or torso up on the video calls. But the first time he'd went into the office and seen the deer in person, she blew him away with how hot she was. Not just pretty, but smoking hot. In further in-person interactions, he was mostly fine so long as she didn't bend over near him.

Mostly.

But her ass... oh her ass. He tried not to think too hard about it as he entered the office proper, but his thoughts seemed sucked into that direction. It was almost perfectly heart shaped, round and full with thicker thighs that she liked to stuff into stockings on occasion. He didn't think he'd be into stockings, but she was rapidly changing his opinion on them. And the skirts she wore... Maybe he was just so enamored with her ass that it didn't matter whether the skirt was short or long, or she wore pants. He hated to see her leave but loved to see her walk away.

No, no! This was not the time for his mind to collapse into a fantasy and have to hide another awkward boner. They said college was for experimenting but it seemed that almost nobody wanted to experiment with him and he just had a lot of time with Pamela Handerson and... no! Enough. Breathe. Stopping before her office door, DeShaun took a deep breath, then another, willing his body to calm down from yet another self-induced assault of horny. He was a professional, and it was time to act like it. Once calm, he knocked on the door, and opened it at the muffled invitation.

The deer was sitting at her desk, but she visibly perked up when DeShaun entered, then got up and walked around the desk to greet him. "DeShaun!" she said warmly, shaking his hand. "Thank you for coming in on the weekend. Sorry to drag you into the office but I wanted to have a discussion. It shouldn't take too much of your time, though."

Ms. Harbor's chest wasn't nearly as prodigious as her hips, but something about the cream colored blouse she wore drew attention to her cleavage anyway. Firmly fixing into her hazel eyes, the skinny dog struggled not to show how affected he was by his boss's mere presence. She even smelled amazing, something that reminded him of a forest by the sea, this wasn't even fair!

"Yeah, sure, no problem, Ms. Harbor. I wasn't really doing anything, anyway, so I had no problem coming." This wasn't... strictly false. There had been a raid scheduled for Saturday afternoon, which he probably could have made. But he had canceled since this was something for work and, well... the raid was still going to be there later that day and even tomorrow. Sure, Kevin had begged him to tank for the raid, calling him the best tank the guild had but... well. Work. He was a professional.

"Even so, I'll try not to keep you for too long. Take a seat, please. And call me Holly!" DeShaun took the offered seat, though was mildly surprised when she took the other chair on this side of the desk, turning it toward him. That, and she wasn't smiling, at least not in any real sense of the word. Come to that, had she been smiling at all? The scrawny dog thought so, but now that he was looking, he could see a strain to her features that only really cropped up when things got hectic on the job.

"So, um," she began, uncharacteristically hesitant. "I have two problems." Then she made a face and shook her head. "Problem one is this: we're underpaying you. I'm pretty sure that other, larger companies had asked after your services. And if they're not, they should be, but I know that some of the companies we work with have been asking after you, specifically. You have all of this potential on display, and I want you to go out and do great things, and you've only been here for six months! I feel like we're holding you back. DeShaun, you're an amazing coder, you could be anywhere, doing anything."

"I like this job!" DeShaun said, abruptly. It was so weird to see the normally unflappable Holly anxious like this. "I-I do! I like the atmosphere, I like what we're doing, I like my coworkers!"

"I appreciate that, I do," Holly replied. "I still don't feel good about what we're paying you. And normally this wouldn't be an issue except... well, my division is expected to run lean and churn through college talent. I want to change that, and actually build something long term for this division and this company. But when I tried to get paid commensurate to what I'm trying to build here, I was denied."

"That's... that's okay--"

"It's not okay, it's just..." Closing her eyes, she took a breath. For whatever reason, the skinny dog's eyes were drawn to her rising and falling chest. He managed to pull them from the gentle cleavage of her blouse as she opened her eyes again. "DeShaun, my second problem is you. I know the work that you're putting in, and I see that you're solving issues faster than the others. You're even fixing problems before they became problems! You don't have to settle for this. And as I want to consider myself one of your mentors, I'm not going to let you. Seeing as I also want to keep you on, well..." Ms. Harbor took a breath, then went on. "DeShaun. I am prepared to offer you anything for your continued employment here."

"...anything? I don't... I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"I mean anything. Within reason," Holly amended with a half-shrug. "I'm not going to kill someone for you or anything like that. But I want to insist you make a request--"

"I don't... I don't need anything. I'm fine with what I have."

"DeShaun." she said, ears flicking back, "I am not letting you get out of this. Ask for something, please."

"Ms. Harbor, I'm okay. I don't need any more money."

"Then ask for something else. If it's within my power to get it for you, I will do it."

"I don't need anything else--"

"I'm not asking if you need something else, DeShaun, I am demanding that you ask for something."

"Ms. Harbor--"

"Holly."

"Holly, then, I don't understand why you want me to do this."

"Because you don't speak up for yourself. So now I'm forcing you. Just ask for something, anything. Even if it seems absurd, I need to hear you say it."

DeShaun sputtered, then said. "Then let me fuck your ass!"

Silence.

Ms. Harbor froze in the middle of beginning to speak. DeShaun froze too, mostly because the enormity of what he'd just asked hit him.

His boss's eyes refocused on his own. A distant part of him wondered at an expression that looked more confused than horrified. "Did... you just ask... to have... anal sex with me?" she asked.

"I..." Oh, there was no coming back from this. "I, uh. I-I'll send in my resignation first thing Monday morning. I'm... I'm so sorry." He started to rise, the apology continuing. "I'm... I didn't... I'm so, so sorry, that was out of line."

"DeShaun." Maybe it was the evenness of her tone that stopped him again, but the painted dog looked toward his older boss. There was a notable lack of disgust in it. "I told you that I was forcing you to make an ask of me, even if it seemed absurd. And I consider this... reasonable. I accept."

"W-what?"

"I accept. Unless this wasn't a serious request?" Both of the doe's eyebrows went up as she tilted his head towards him.

"N-no?"

"Oh. Well then--"

"Unless you're actually okay with that?" DeShaun said quickly, not quite believing the track of this conversation.

Ms. Harbor paused. The lack of an immediate answer, seeing her openly consider him... That, somehow, made it feel more real, that this might actually happen. That this wasn't some kind of elaborate prank and he would be fired. "I've seen the way you look at me, sometimes. You think I'm attractive, right?" DeShaun didn't answer, clearing his throat and glancing away. "Mm. My point is that when I scheduled this meeting, I did anticipate that when I finally got a request out of you, it might be... physical. I wanted to make sure that I was prepared for something of that nature."

"Whuh?" he managed, looking at her again.

The doe's features had a curious intensity to them as she met his gaze. "The thing that I want to know is: are you serious?" she asked, standing. Her blouse was button up, which the lean dog noticed as she unbuttoned the top two buttons... and then turned and walked back to her desk. She didn't go behind it, but leaned on it, pushing her perfectly shaped ass out, and casting a look over her shoulder. "Well?"

DeShaun lurched to his feet, his heart thumping in his chest as he made his way over to his boss. She still looked back at him, in a way that was both enticing and intimidating, and he swallowed, unsure if he could believe his luck. She held herself upright with straight arms, that perfect ass perked slightly while she leaned on the edge of the desk. But as he got closer, he noticed that her delicious scent had a note of... not quite fear, but something close to it.

"Are... you sure you're okay with this, Ms-- uh, Holly?" DeShaun managed, the not-quite-fear scent doing odd things to his arousal.

There was a flash of something in her eyes, and she reached back to grab his jaw, tugging him nose to nose with her. "I am not going to let you talk yourself out of this, DeShaun, I want you to be more assertive. So yes. But..." and here she let her eyes fall from meeting his "While I am flattered by your evident attraction to me, you're not... exactly my type. So I would appreciate it if you warmed me up first."

A part of the painted dog was a little put off that she confessed a lack of attraction to him, but his ears had barely started to fall when the latter half of her statement reached his ears. "...Like, eat you out?"

"You catch on quickly when you want to. Now get to it. And be decisive, because remember, you asked for this." His boss let go of his jaw and glanced downward. While still unsure if this was real or not, DeShaun figured he may as well take this as far as he could, and squat down behind her.

Up close, Holly Harbor's ass was... well, it was fantastic. The scrawny dog lost a moment simply staring at it before he undid her tail clasp, tugging the charcoal colored skirt down. The sight of her bare fur... maybe at some point in the future, he would stop to admire it. He tore his eyes away from her thighs and looked up at those cream colored panties. These he did slowly take off, and his nose caught a whiff of the most incredible scent as they came down.

It was her smell, that forest by the sea scent, but with a note of something he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it told him that this was the best place to be right here and right now, and he had to, had to taste it. Pressing his nose right up against the doe's sex only intensified that desire, and he gave in, his tongue slipping out to drag across those lower lips.

DeShaun should probably have said something sooner, but he didn't know what he was doing. He was reacting on pure instinct when he grabbed her ass, spreading those moons as his tongue dug deep into her, capturing more of that taste-smell onto his tongue while he pushed it into her pussy again and again. Dimly, he could hear her react while he did so, but too much of his attention was occupied in the slowly intensifying smell/taste that bloomed on his mouth as he licked more and deeper.

Coming up for air felt like an eternity and a moment. He licked his nose again, catching a bit more of that flavor before he went in for more, this time aiming downward to where he guessed her clit would be. He must have been right, because an exploratory tongue swipe drew a surprised sound from Holly, and more gentle lashings soon had her trembling. Her scent only grew stronger, and his nose was in the thick of it, so thick he had a sudden desire to... chew it.

Clean air, he needed clean air. Pulling back, the scruffy programmer gasped, taking a few breaths of mostly open air before catching a bit more of his boss's juices off his nose and muzzle. He wanted to luxuriate in those, but he was (somehow?) having sex right now and he peeked up at her. "Uh, you doin' okay there, M-- uh, Holly...?"

The first thing he noticed in her expression was the flushed look around the edges of her ears. Those were tilted back, and it was the only warning he got before she looked at him... and was that desire in her eyes? She was definitely panting, and now he could notice a little tremor in her arms while her blouse had also apparently fallen open. "Are you a virgin?" the doe asked, voice gone slightly husky.

"Uh. Mostly, yeah."

"Mostly? What do you mean, �mostly'?"

"Um... I sucked a dick before?"

His boss blinked. "But... you've never... you haven't given oral sex to a woman before?" DeShaun shook his head. "Never?"

"Did I do good or...?"

Another blink from the deer, before she grabbed him rather forcefully by his dark blue polo, tugging him around the desk while she sat in the chair, slouching, her hips pushed forward. With one leg over the arm of the chair, she painted a very inviting, if slightly disheveled picture. "Okay. Do that again."

She hadn't answered his question. Did he do bad? But then, the logical part of him asked if he did bad, then why did she want him to do it again? The horny part of him seized on that and told him to dive back in, so he did. After all, that ambrosial scent was still calling him. But this time, instead of him diving into her, she grabbed onto his head. "Don't just... suck on my clit like that. In fact, go back down and work your way back up. And hold me open, put your hands... yeah, there."

The doe carefully directed, and he listened avidly as she taught him about women in general and her in specific. He found his attention split between the smell of her and the fist on his head, tugging him down and up according to her desires until he had started to take the direction without her asking. It kept him present, even though he had to deal with his knees starting to protest from being on them for so long that he had to shift about while his mouth was busy.

On a break to catch some air from the wonderful suffocation what was eating her out, he pushed a finger into her. She grunted, shivering deliciously and started to close her legs on him, a movement the junior programmer stopped with his shoulder. On a whim, he started dotting kisses on her belly while that finger went deeper, a second finger soon joining the first in thrusting into her.

DeShaun's first indication that he was probably doing something right was the fact that his boss had gone non-verbal. He was glad to be paying attention now, noting her breathing had gone deeper when it wasn't more rapid. She was looking down at him but not seeing him, her eyes focused on some point in the ground. She was also hurting him a little, grabbing onto his ears like she was. Glancing down, with two fingers inside of a woman, he got curious. He'd only seen it done in porn, but... they were professionals, surely something about that wasn't faked?

Well, if it wasn't working, she'd tell him, wouldn't she? So, he pulled his fingers from her and then pushed back in the middle and ring fingers. Thrilling briefly at touching not only the supposedly mythical g-spot (an area he found on his own but she was nice enough to confirm for him), but that of his hot boss, he started rapidly moving his fingers up and down, almost slapping that area, while the heel of his hand ground against her clit.

The effect was immediate. "Oh!" Ms. Harbor � Holly said, the sound bursting from her. "Oh! D-DeShaun!" Anything else she said was lost in moaning, and she wrenched his ear. Things got... very wet, and he could still hear that wetness, along with her heavenly scent flooding the immediate area. Finally, she pushed him away from her, then flopped against the chair, panting.

His hand was wet. The scrawny dog wasn't sure what nudged him to clean his boss's fluids off his hand with his tongue, but the initial lick had him savoring the taste. He swallowed, and sucked off as much as he could get before he felt eyes on him, looking up bashfully at the doe that was studying him with lidded eyes and an unreadable expression.

"...where did you learn that?" the deer asked him.

"Um. Porn, I think."

She laughed a tired laugh, letting her head fall against the back of the chair. "Of course... you're a virgin. Mm... well. You can say that you've made a woman orgasm, DeShaun, so there's that."

"I-I did?"

"You did. What else is on your hand, mm?"

"I... hadn't thought of what it was."

"Just wanted to lick it up? Mm... maybe that's a canine thing." Holly peeled herself off the chair to lean over her desk again, settling onto it with her head pillowed in her arms, and shaking her ass with a sigh. "You've surprised me, DeShaun."

"Uh... thank you?"

"But. There's still the other thing."

"Oh, uh. W-well, if you wanted to stop, th--"

"No. I want to keep going." She nodded her head toward him. "Second drawer down."

Part of him wanted to ask, and DeShaun opened his mouth to do so. However, Holly fearlessly leveled a stare at him, and he closed his mouth and opened the drawer in question. What he was supposed to find was quickly evident, and finding it made... well, if it wasn't real before, it was really real now.

Swallowing, the skinny painted dog opened the tube of lubricant, the snap of plastic making him jump. Ears back, he looked at his boss, who was looking back with a raised eyebrow. She nodded her head toward her backside, her teardrop tail flicking for emphasis. "You need help?" she asked, not unkindly.

"I... think I got it," he replied, his khakis feeling unfathomably tight. He tamped down his desires (or tried to), and put the condoms on the desk. He'd deal with those later. For now... he started to squirt the stuff directly on her rump but then thought better of it, putting a dollop of the stuff on a finger and pressing it to her rump instead. She shivered a moment, but started to relax as he rubbed into the hole in circles, slowly penetrating her.

The moment the tip of his finger went inside her was surprising, somehow. Maybe more so when he heard her grunt and felt her shift her stance wider. The scrawny programmer looked up at his boss, saw her nod quickly, and bit his lip as he continued. More lube went on the finger inside her, and he pushed deeper, staring as more of that single finger was swallowed up by her ass. That itself was... more erotic than he expected it would be.

Watching his own finger disappear into his boss held his attention a lot longer than he thought it would, especially as he tugged it back and pushed it in again. Every part of him seemed to bend toward her, which is why when she made a soft sound of some kind, he was able to catch her face. She had been looking at him, but her eyes were closing. She was relaxing, and the grip on his finger wasn't as tight as it had been. Maybe... he should...

The second finger went in a lot easier than DeShaun had been expecting. Which made him wonder if he should re-evaluate his expectations if they were going to be surpassed so easily like this. But that was a distant part of his mind as he pushed his two fingers deeper, drawing a soft grunt from his boss. In whose ass he had his fingers. And was, at this point, basically fingerfucking her. In the ass.

Lodging his thumb into her pussy was a mistake born of carelessness and fascination, but the short moan it drew (along with the further reminder that she was incredibly warm inside) almost made the skinny dog cry out himself. A quick glance up showed she still had her head pillowed on her arms, though now she was biting her thumb. To stay quiet? For who? DeShaun had a wild thought that someone was here, listening, before remembering that it was the weekend and it would be absurd for someone else to be here that wasn't putting in some work. Like they weren't.

"O-okay! I'm ready!" Holly said, a bit louder than was strictly necessary. It was probably needed, because if the deer hadn't said anything, he may have just... kept going. Her tail flicked once, twice, and being more aware of the rest of her body had the scrawny dog notice that she was breathing harder, and that her scent had once again gotten that aroused tinge he'd detected earlier but couldn't exactly place. Because that was it, wasn't it? She was horny now... and he'd gotten her there.

"Yeah, r-right," he replied, nodding and trying not to blush. Why was he so damn embarrassed? If anything, he should be proud! He'd gotten a woman to orgasm, and might even do it twice! Okay, DeShaun, breathe, pick up the condom, tear open the packaging. Drop your pants, you can't fuck her through your pants. Roll that sucker on. Just... just roll it on. Right, upside down. Okay, now roll it on. Jeeze, it's tight, but okay. On. Now aim... and press.

Actually putting his dick on her rump made her sit upright, that tail going up in shock. He was wondering what he did wrong, then remembered to put lube on his cock when Holly looked back at him. The painted dog quickly apologized. "Sorry, sorry, forgot the lube, don't worry."

"DeShaun...?"

"Huh?"

Holly hesitated, then shook her head. "Don't... forget to use more lube."

"Right, yeah, more..." The scrawny nerd put more lube onto his dick before again nudging it against his boss's ass. And then pushing. And then pushing harder, though the tail started wiggling more frantically than he remembered seeing it before. Just as he was about to say something about this being harder than he thought, Holly's ass finally gave and swallowed up his tip rather abruptly, and the two of them gasped in surprise.

DeShaun thought that having his finger inside someone else, of feeling the warmth of another person around him in that way, was revelatory. It was nothing to the warmth surrounding his cock, muted though it was through the condom. He whispered a curse, sinking some more of his shaft into his boss, which remained the most absurd thing about this whole escapade. Speaking of...

Holly's tail was no longer wiggling, it was trembling, flashing the light-colored underside. Swallowing, the nerdy dog looked up at Holly, finding her gripping her own arms tightly, eyes screwed shut. "Are you okay?"

The deer's eyes snapped open, abruptly. She took a few deep breaths, appearing to make an effort to relax the grip she had on her arms. "Ms. Harbor...?" DeShaun began.

"I told you to call me Holly! And I'm fine. I just... didn't expect you to--oh goodness. D-don't move yet, I need... I need a moment to adjust."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Not enough for me to stop." DeShaun wanted to question that, but before he could form the words, she pushed herself upright onto her arms and pushed back on him, further sheathing himself into her body, her warmth, and completely breaking any thoughts that had managed to coalesce. "And we are not stopping, DeShaun."

"Y-yes, ma'am!"

"Just go slow. Y-yeah, like that." With her gentle, if demanding encouragement, the junior programmer was soon actually moving back and forth, fucking his boss. In the ass. And when he started to tail off, she pushed back at him, spurring him from getting too lost in his own thoughts.

It was a big day for shattering expectations, because having sex was more work than DeShaun thought it would be. The repetitive motion probably would be boring if it were not for all the nerve endings in his cock shooting fireworks in joy from being used in a way that wasn't his own hand. Even thought it was muted with the condom, it still felt fantastic.

Probably part of the reason he'd been able to maintain an erection from all the distractions was the scent, Holly's gloriously intriguing scent, hadn't really abated much. Belatedly, he put it together that she was still aroused, despite it being him and despite him butt fucking her. Was she enjoying this? And yet... and yet, he had his hands on her hips, and it wasn't just him crashing his lap into her rump.

One particularly hard push jarred him from whatever sensory trip he'd gotten himself on, to look down. That tail of hers was wiggling with more excitement than it had in a while, twitching from side to side while she was throwing her ass back at him. Her posture had degraded, her head hanging as she panted with an open mouth, nose almost touching the desk. But then she looked back at him, his normally very put together boss, with a look that spoke of need, and his desire overtook him.

It wasn't that the painted dog blanked out, or that he felt like something had taken him over and he was trapped in his own body, subjected to his rampant desire. But he felt that need, that calling to fuck his boss, and nothing in him wanted to slow down or give her any warning. It was just as well that she didn't say anything to slow him down, her moaning encouraging the beast that lay within him to thrust harder, faster, more. One hand grabbed her shoulder, tugging her back as the other dug his fingers into her hip, mashing the two of them together as Holly's rear fluttered around him, then clenched in earnest.

Hunching over, he managed to get a few more thrusts into her as she squeezed down on him, a strangled sound pulled from the skinny programmer's mouth. Now he was panting, moaning, shaking as he filled the condom, grinding himself into her body before half collapsing over her from the strength of his orgasm.

At once, it was unlike any of the myriad orgasms he'd given himself over the years, and very like one of them. But until now, there wasn't someone else under him or even near him, panting with him as they both came down from a sexual high. Also, DeShaun felt lightheaded, and could feel some kind of strain in muscles he didn't know he had in his hips from all the motion that he'd done. Still, he felt like he had to say something. "Um, Holly--"

"Don't apologize."

"Um. Y-you okay?"

"Oh." The deer giggled, a loose, airy sound he hadn't really heard from her before. Come to that, there wasn't many opportunities for her to giggle in front of them, were there? "I'm... I'm doing a lot better than I thought I would be."

Unsure how to take that, DeShaun simply said "Oh" in response. Suddenly aware that his weight might not be welcome, he shifted and pulled from her, shivering a little bit as he left her body's warmth and felt a little colder as he sat back heavily in the desk chair. However, his boss didn't seem to make any movement, simply gathering her breath, her tail twitching every now and then, leaving the scrawny programmer to admire the... gape that his cock had left. That, and the dampness along her inner thighs. When did that happen?

"What an interesting look you have on your face." DeShaun's head snapped up, with the deer looking back at him, her chin propped up on a hand. "What has you so confused?"

"Oh, just, um." There was a part of him that found his awkwardness absurd. They had just fucked, after all. "I... I was... I think you're, uh, wet? Between your legs?"

A softer chuckle came from the deer, her eyes closed. "Yes. I didn't expect it either, really. But for all your inexperience, you seem to have picked up on a few things quickly." She lifted her other hand, wiggling her fingers. Her damp fingers. "I had to finish myself off, but I didn't imagine that I'd have gotten close to having a single orgasm, never mind two."

DeShaun's ears flushed. "Um. You're welcome. Th-than-thank you?"

Smirking, Holly stood and stretched, then turned to lean back against the desk. And then winced, sucking in a breath, before she sat, carefully, on the edge of the desk. "So. DeShaun. Are you prepared to accept this as part of your compensation package?"

"What? Y-you wanna do this again?"

Holly shrugged easily. "I'm about as surprised as you are, but yes. I do."

DeShaun was lucky that his boss was so patient. For the thought of acting on some of his fantasies, particularly the ones involving her, regularly? It was almost too absurd to contemplate. As it was, it left him speechless for a few moments before he shook his head and laughed. "I'm... I'm sorry, this just... this is... this doesn't make any sense."

"I'm about as surprised as you are, if not more. But I am serious." The skinny dog's eyes widened, but Holly kept going. "My only conditions are that you continue to call me Holly, and that you need to ask for it. Out loud." Her expression softened. "It's just you and me here, DeShaun."

With his ears flat against his head, the dog swallowed. "Um. Well. I... yes. I would like to accept, uh... sex with you, for as long as you're willing, as part of my... compensation."

Smiling, Holly stood and extended a hand. "Good. I look forward to continuing to work with you, DeShaun."

Smiling back, the junior programmer shook her hand, watched as she went around to the other side of her desk, and bent over. Again, he was treated to the glorious sight of her behind, still bare, but this time with her slightly flushed rump and pussy. Something stirred within him. "Uh, Holly?"

The deer paused, her tail flicking upward briefly as she glanced at him. "Yes?"

DeShaun pushed through his hesitancy and spoke. "Can we have sex again? Like... like right now?"

Slowly, his boss stood up straight again, looking him over. He was pretty sure she had seen his resurgent erection when her eyes roamed over him before locking with his again. "Anal sex?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

DeShaun swallowed.