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Janice rested her elbows on the desk, leaned over with her butt on display. Short-bobbed doberman tail wiggling enthusiastically through the tailored hole in the back of her jeans. Not a lot of jeans, either, if they'd been cut any higher up her thighs, she might have just had an ultra short denim mini-skirt, and where's the fun in that? As it was, anyone behind her had a spectacular view of hips, ass, and thighs, not to mention pretty good evidence that she was wearing something pink under those shorts, as well. Not a lot of pink, either.

The orange tank-top matched her spiky orange hair, and it had been bought in the mens department, woefully understrength to contain her ample curves. And she'd very carefully torn the neckline so it would show more cleavage, but not quite enough to get her in trouble. Not quite.

Craig seemed unimpressed, the bull giving her that one raised brow and a very unamused look.

"Janice, you know damned well that you're off the roster while you're running this class through the first couple of weeks. Once the next mentor takes over, you go back on, but there's no job with your name on it in the next ten days. No, not even your regulars. The Etoile's are being taken care of by Icon this Friday, so just you go do the mentoring and get Wolfgang and his pack of misfits turned into productive members of the company."

"Ugh! Fiiiine, spoilsport. Not even an hour long 'company for the evening' call?" The glower she got in reply answered that question, and she pouted her way out of the front office and back upstairs. The eighteenth floor housed the Desire training facility, which sounded a whole lot shadier than it actually was. But she was headed past that, to one of the suites on the twenty-fifth. Her suite, as it happened.

It wasn't palatial or anything, but it was hers, and thanks to the company's various policies, it was a lot better than she could have afforded outside the building. But Kuroko owned the fifty story monster outright, or so it was rumored, and he believed in taking care of his employees. And given the low price of rent, she had enough pocket change left over to do fun things, and buy nice things.

She was torn, really, as she flopped backwards onto her bed. There wasn't much for her to do today, not with the students. They were all learning the finer points of voice control from Richard, one of the human instructors. Fascinating stuff, if she hadn't sat through it a half dozen times, but they'd be practicing it all day long, and that didn't need her hanging about. So she was bored, and no jobs would be coming her way to alleviate that.

Or would there? After all, there were official jobs, and there were ad hoc jobs, also known as 'screwing around on company time'. Who to call, though? What was she in the mood for? It was a quick moment to open up the company roster on her phone, the holographic display expanding out wide to let her peruse it easily.

Catherine's crew were off catering some business lunch, aside from the skeleton crew that was always here. A solid portion of the instructors were busy with students, and since that left Desire's staff short, all the others were out on jobs, keeping folks satisfied. Which really only left Peace of Mind's crew of excitable wrecking balls. Who to pick, who to pick? Jane was off somewhere, doing something. Padraig wasn't her style, a little too excitable.

After going over the list again, counting off all the names that wouldn't suit, she was left with two. Rather than pick between them, there was an obvious choice, and the doberman gal took a few minutes getting ready (which mostly meant out of her clothes and setting the phone in place between her spread legs) to start the three way call.

Andy was the first one to pick up the video call, voice only from his side at first, but about the time that Garth picked up, he had switched over to video, and she could see the war between astounded desire and 'really? this is how you call me?' on his face. Garth just chuckled, the big, blunt-faced boxer grinning. The split screen from his end, with her pussy and Andy's stunned face, probably was pretty amusing.

"Let me guess," he rumbled, "you're bored and horny, and Craig won't give you a job because you're off the roster for two months?"

"Am I that predictable?"

Andy nodded, the black-furred Percheron still a little blank, staring. "Not that I mind getting calls if this is the view I'm going to get. Is this an invitation up to your pad, or are you just going to show off and masturbate for us? Because I ain't complaining, either way." His accent, something midwest, slipped into place. She half expected a y'all to come out next.

That was actually a good question, and she hadn't thought the impulse through all that far. She could see Garth moving, somewhere, and it seemed likely that he had a hands-free setup. Peace folks usually did, it let them do their jobs and talk at the same time. So the knock on her door, followed by it opening right up, wasn't unexpected. That answered that question.

"Andy, get your big butt up here," she huffed. "I swear to god if I don't have some part of you in my hand inside five minutes, I'll tie you down and make you watch."

Which got a snort from Garth as he leaned up against the doorway into her bedroom. "He might like that, y'know. Probably get all excited. He's a horse, bet he'd like a bit of buggy whip and-" the boxer's stream of teasing was cut off by a hand the size of a shovel coming up from behind him and clamping around that muzzle.

"You talk to much," was Andy's counterpoint, an argument that, for the moment, Garth couldn't dispute. Hard to argue when a hand the size of your head is holding your muzzle shut.

Stub-tail wiggling, Janice close her phone, and grinned at the pair who had accepted her invitation. "Okay boys. So, what are you in for? I'm here all alone with two big strong security guards. Hey, y'bring cuffs, puppy?"

Andy let go of Garth's head, and boxer looked at Percheron for a moment, then both gave her a narrowed, dry look. "Okay Janice, that's... kinda funny, 'cause it just so happens that this morning was training on restraint without cuffs. You know, how to hold someone still if they don't wanna hold still." Which, given that the big black stallion was nearly brushing the ceiling with his ears, was... a bit of a scary thing to hear.

Which didn't slow Janice's tail down any, the doberman grinning even bigger. "What, you gonna hold me down and spank me or something?"

Another exchange of glances between the two males, and it was Garth's turn to shrug, a bit of south Boston rolling out in his voice. "Listen here, missy. You really shouldn't tease the guys who keep you safe at night. We might not do it all that well, if we're distracted by, say, video calls that start with spread legs and get more interesting. Which, given that I, personally, have had three of those from you in a month, is pretty damn likely. And distracting, woman. You've got a pretty pussy, I'll grant. So, in the interest of being able to do our jobs, I guess Andy'n'I are gonna have to teach you the error o' yer ways."

Any implication that this was punishment or anything likely to change her ways was lost by the excited wagging tail and big grin. Not that either of the males thought for a second she was going to change, regardless of any spanking, cuffs, or anything else. Irrepressible, a trait shared by doberman furs almost to a soul. A few who strayed from the mold, but most had caught the same bug, and reveled in it.

And Janice was that kind of eagerly irrepressible girl. It made her position in the company obvious, one of Desire's more enthusiastic subs-for-hire. She saw a lot of repeat business, enough so that it was rare she had a weekend off. Part of why she was helping train a whole new class full of potential allies against the ever-mounting list of people who wanted a playmate.

For the moment, it was up to them, however, and the two security guards exchanged another long glance, then moved almost as one, splitting to either side of the bed, flanking the nude woman. Andy grabbed an arm, pulling and twisting, bending it behind her back in a strong grip. The other joined it, and his hands were big enough that he could catch both forearms in one hand, putting his weight on her back and pushing her face into the bed. Which left her on her knees, ass up and capped by that excitedly wiggling tail, a view that got an appreciative growl from the Boxer.

And promptly a testing spank. Not enough to do more than faintly sting, and her enthusiastic wag got even faster. "Hey, before we go too much further, your safeword still the standard, Janice?"

A grunted affirmative, and a wiggled butt. "Pretty obvious invitation there, wouldn't you say, Andy?"

"I would say so, Garth."

"Would be rude not to accept, right?"

"Oh, very rude. Guess you should spank her red while I hold her. And then we'll see about trading."

Another swat, this time much harder, landed on her left cheek, then another on her right. The dog had moved to her left, kneeling on the bed with a hand just above her tail for balance and control, and to help keep his shots well aimed. Two more, four more, a dozen, not being even vaguely nice about it, either. If it wasn't for fur, there'd be angry red handprints on her butt. Well, the black flesh under fur wouldn't show handprints well either, but there was plenty of radiating heat, and she was starting to struggle against Andy's grip.

It wasn't doing her much good. Sure, she was fit, energetic, and built pretty well, but he was just straight big, with no compunction against using that size. Nor was he at all upset by her yelps and struggles. The first time, he'd been concerned about the sharp cries of hurt and the struggle. But not this time. This time he lifted her body by that grip on her arms, just a foot, and planted her nose against his crotch.

"Heh. Such a noisy girl. I think we can find something to shut you up, now. Let me see... what was it? Oh yeah, shall we see if you can get further than last time, you sexy bitch?"

The nuzzle she delivered against the thickness down one leg of his pants was a good enough answer. It took a little work, especially with Garth still spanking the hell out of her, but they got his belt undone, his fly open, and he let go of her hands, switching his grip to her scruff as her grip dragged that monster cock out of his trousers. Equines generally had big ones, and he was big to start with, seven feet of imposing security guard. She was plenty eager to get it up, too, just her hands so far since the rocking, reddening spanks made teeth a little bit unsafe.

About that time, she let out a yelp and had to bite her lip, head resting against Andy's thigh as the Boxer behind her stopped with one final, solid WHAP against her ass. She was pretty sure it would glow if the lights were off, and she knew it hurt. A lot! He hadn't been gentle, and she was grateful. Well, the part of her that wasn't shaking from the pain that lit off when he dragged blunt claws up her thigh, across her butt. Lines of fire where those claws dragged, brighter pain than the glowing background heat. Enough to get tears out of her, at least, hands balled up into fists against the stallion's hips.

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, Janice shaking and biting down whimpers while the other dog kept her ass from settling down, kept dragging claws around and criss-crossing that pain everywhere he could reach. Andy kept his grip on her scruff, but that was about it, cock still half-hard, pressed up against her breasts and firming up slowly, but both of them knew better than to try anything fast, just now. Garth slowed to a stop, then, and put his hands around, holding her hips. Firm, good grip, but nothing more than that.

"You okay, lass?" It was the boxer's voice behind her, and she took a deep, ragged breath, then nodded softly.

"Y-yeah. I think... yeah. Fuck, man. That's gonna hurt for a day at least. I know how you can make it up to me, though." All three of them had a chuckle, and she pushed up, away from Andy's thigh, letting him rise to the occasion while she nuzzled and licked all over that fist-thick shaft. Behind her, a belt was undone, and a zipper too, and a glance confirmed that one stocky, sturdy, tan and white dog was stripping down, already rock solid in the dick department.

She was busy lapping all the way up that thick equine shaft, when she felt something hot lay up between her cheeks, that nice, knotted shaft nestled between her buns, just rubbing there. She looked over her shoulder, to catch that goofy, tongue-lolled-out grin that was just... so distinctly boxer. There wasn't much point in stifling the giggle when she saw it, and the laugh when she did confirmed he was just being a goof. Which was fine. Sex, to her, was a friendly thing, a way of playing, and both of them knew it. It wasn't always rip-your-clothes-off lust. Sometimes it was just a way to have fun with friends.

The slide of that knotted shaft took it down, back, and she felt the tip sliding up against her entrance, felt the pressure, and a rush as he slowly pushed forward. A tight little knot in her belly, not nervous exactly, but awake, aware, wanting. And he was easing that knot loose with every careful, slow, gentle thrust. For as rough as he'd been with her backside, he knew it paid to be gentle now. And she rewarded that softness by pushing back, taking him in faster than he'd been expecting. The moan of pleasure from that got a giggle, and an extra wiggle of hips, pushing back on him, then pulling, moving away.

Andy wasn't forgotten, that big hand on her head, not pulling or pushing, just holding, rubbing a finger around the base of one ear. Plenty of ways to pleasure him, though actually getting that shaft inside her was... not gonna be easy, and she wasn't sure about even trying, not in as short a time as she felt like taking. So she kissed that shaft, one hand helping guide it under her chin, down her throat, to plant the top quarter of it between her plush, ample breasts. "How about you just work with these for now, big boy? Make a big mess, the sheets'll wa-hah!"

Her canine lover had gotten well into her, enough that his hips bumped her still quite sore backside, lighting off a hot reminder of that sting. "Sorry lass, but it'll happen again. A lot, aye?"

"S'alright puppy. Just wasn't expecting it. Now that I've got you two all positioned, how about we get to, yeah? Sorry Andy, my mouth just doesn't open wide enough to take you when I'm doing something else, too, and I don't wanna bite you by accident."

The Percheron just chuckled. "Oh, I like making a mess of you, love. You're okay if I take a picture, too, right? For personal use. Memories." He was busy working his hips back and forth, stroking that thick rod between her tits. One of her hands supporting herself on the mattress, the other holding him, keeping that shaft nice and tight against her fur.

"Yeah. So long as you share the picture. I want to be able to send it to you in a few years and see what kinda reaction I get." All of them chuckled, but there was a breathless quality to it, all of them more and more excited. There wasn't much quiet, after, but hard breathing from everyone, moans and yelps from her, grunts of passion from both males. The wet and sticky sounds of sex, the creak of furniture that really wasn't made to handle three people being enthusiastic with each other.

Janice reveled in it. Andy was dripping heavily now, slicking the fur between her breasts, and leaking on her belly and sheets. Garth's knot bumping against her entrance, slowly stretching it wider and wider, was plenty of reason for moans from her, and she was very much looking forward to getting stuck on him again. She was certainly in the right line of work, for her appetite.

Abruptly, she let out a YIP? of surprise as Garth grabbed both of her biceps and hauled, pulling her upright, away from Andy, and down. That grip rammed her down, popping his knot in and slamming his hips on her sore rump. Andy wasn't slow to respond, either, the big horse moving forward as soon as she was lifted. They might have planned it, so quickly he moved. And then that cock was against her belly, between her breasts, under her chin. What else was she going to do but kiss and lick it?

Plenty of opportunity to do that, between thrusts. Andy was taking it slow, rubbing his big horsecock against her breasts and belly.

Garth wasn't taking it at all, just holding her tight against him as his hips churned, stirring that knot inside her. She wasn't sure why he hadn't gone off yet, all he needed to do was pull against the seal that knot made. It was one of the great things about dogs, how easy it was to control when they came, and where.

Janice's wondering was cut short when she felt the incredible tightness that stretching pull left on her entrance, then yelped in delight as the tug finally put the stout boxer over the edge, pumping one of those exceptionally messy loads into her pussy, his grunts of pleasure and ecstasy followed letting go of her arms, which gave her exactly what she needed. One hand dropped to her pussy, stroking the stretched opening and rubbing at her clit, while the other grabbed at Andy's shaft. Enough to trap him tighter against her, to urge that big horse on.

"Come on baby, come on, gimme that-" her urging was cut off as Andy took a solid grip on her shoulder, the other reaching down to hold his own shaft, and control... well, control was the wrong word, for the utterly unrestrained moment of delighted passion and relief as his own climax came on, and came on strong. Possibly the only lovers more copiously messy than dogs were horses, and Janice had known damn well what she was getting into, inviting Andy to come all over her. It wasn't quite a full coating, but her face, breasts, and stomach were all splattered and dripping with horse spunk.

With a giggle, she leaned down and licked the last of it from his tip, slurping and lapping at it like a lollipop. Her other hand went down, further between her legs to fondle and knead Garth's balls. "Oh god, thank you boys, thank you. Nnnf that's so much better than just rubbing one out myself."

Andy reached for his phone, pulling it out of his pocket and thumbing across to find his camera. Then held it up to get the grinning doberman girl in view. Face and tits splattered with cum, still stuffed full of knotted cock, she held up two fingers in that classic "victory" sign, and laughed for the camera.

"Oh yeah, saving that one. You play so damn well to the camera when you desperately need a towel and a shower."

"Ha!" She stuck her tongue out. "Hey Garth? How long do you think before we can get to the shower?"

"Hm?" the dog shrugged. "Twenty minutes or so, lass. Don't worry, we'll help y'clean up."

"Good! Then you can help me make another mess!"

Both males exchanged a worried glance, then all three of them laughed.

Irrepressible and unapologetic, that was Janice, alright.