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Orientation Day

Emmalee stepped from the elevator out into the office space. It was somewhat quiet except for gentle discourse and the tapping of computers. The lynx paused to look at herself in the hallway mirror. Smooth navy blue dress, slim but not tight; hair straight and neat; tail groomed and fluffy. About as ready as she was going to be.

She turned and went down the hall towards the area she had been directed. The job she was taking was technically "Office Assistant," but she knew it was a glorified secretary job. Still, it was the best job lead she had gotten in months, so she wasn't about to turn this one down.

The hallway opened into the proper cubicle space of Thornton International. It was mostly the same as every other office she could think of, though the colors were a bit more appealing. She gave polite nods to those she passed, taking note of who was wearing what or wearing nothing. Most of the people were the latter, showing her that the company was pretty loose with dress code. That was fine with her; just meant she could go free tits tomorrow.

She turned down another hall to a line of offices and stopped at the front desk. An older she-donkey was sitting at the desk and smiled as Em came in. "Ah, Emma. Glad to see you."

"Em, please," she politely corrected. "Or Emmalee. I hate being called Emma." The lynx smiled. She had met Gretta once before, at the tail end of the interview. The woman had no shirt on then and didn't have one now, and Em had to force herself to not stair at the overly-saggy breasts. "I'm ready for orientation if you are."

The elder nodded. "Certainly. That will be your desk over there." She pointed across the hall to a second desk tucked into a corner. Nothing fancy, but Em already had some ideas.

They were soon taking a tour around the floor. There were all the usual places. Copy room, mail room, break room...

That one she stopped at to check. Another thing she used to tell just how open the company was. At the back end of the break room, which was quite spacious, there was a set of two beds. One was already in use despite being so early with a feline and a horse openly rutting. Em quickly spotted a bowl of condoms and a line of cleaning supplies. Satisfied, she nodded.

Gretta caught the look and raised her eye. "Off the clock only. Unless it's the boss, they don't pay you for personal time."

The lynx blinked at the comment. "Wait... the boss? You're joking. That wasn't anywhere in the job descriptions."

They kept walking and Gretta spoke over her shoulder. "Oh, please. They consider that listed with the 'Other duties as required by management.' Why do you think they chose someone as young as you?"

Em had wondered how she had gotten a job with no secretary experience, but looked at herself. The thought that her sex appeal had gone into the decision didn't worry her. Hell, it flattered her a little bit.

"Don't worry, though. Most of the management team keep that personal activity outside the office. Unless you want to try offering one. No, the only one who asks is Mr. Link. He'll ask you to now and then before big meetings. Says it helps him keep his head clear, which I understand. Just treat it like any other job."

They were soon back at their desks. The training went smoothly enough, with upper bosses coming and going. They all introduced themselves to her, and she did her best to remember their names. Unlike the rest of the floor, they all came in with full suits, dressed sharply. Professional management in a place with a dress code like this? She didn't know what to make of it, but she also didn't care too much.

And then a tall black ape walked onto the floor. She could just see him from her desk. He had a button-up shirt open at the top three buttons. His arms were long, like most of his species, and completely ripped with muscle. She couldn't help but give a little purr of appreciation. "Who is that?"

Gretta looked out with a little lean and gave a soft laugh.

The man came over and into the hallway. "Morning, Gretta."

"Good morning, Mr. Link."

Em's breath caught for a moment. She had expected to see an old man, not someone who had to be.... 30s? Early 40s at the worst. But before she could get a better look, he turned to her. "You must be Emmalee. Lovely to meet you."

He offered a hand and she shook it politely. "Nice to be here. I look forward to working with you."

Whether that was a slip or not, she didn't know, but he chuckled all the same. "Well, Gretta will do a good job getting you ready, I'm sure." He turned back to the donkey. "Speaking of which, I've got a meeting with Goldstein at 3. Make sure one of you can help me with prep by 2?"

"Yes, sir. One of us will be there."

"Great. See you later." He nodded to them both and headed back to his office down the hall.

Em looked at Gretta. The old donkey was smiling. "Let me guess. You want him?"

"Fuck yes, I want him!" The feline chuckled. Ok, so serving that duty might not be so bad.

The rest of the morning passed by at a rather rapid pace. At first, finding where things went with the computers and filing system were tricky. Gretta assured her it would come in a few days. So she worked to just fit with what she could.

Lunch was interesting. Down in the cafeteria, a few coworkers, including a rather sexy she-wolf, offered to help her have a good time on the break, but Em just thought about that ape a few floors up and she politely declined. Although the lunch room was directly adjacent to a much larger employee break area, and she could hear several people enjoying it, which made keeping her resolve a little tough. But she'd push through.

Sure enough, a short time after her lunch ended, Gretta tapped her desk. "Hey. About time for your 2 o'clock, isn't it?."

Em nodded. "Right. Thanks. Be back... I guess whenever he's done." She went down the hall, reading the labels until she got to his. 'Everette Link: Vice President of Finance' it read. She took a breath and opened the door to walk in.

The office inside had almost a full wall of windows open to the city skyline. The desk was to the left, with several plush chairs. And on the right wall was a small bed. At her entrance, the man looked up. "Ah, Em. Perfect timing. I was hoping you'd be the one." He stood up, one hand reaching up to his shirt. "Close the door, please?"

She did as told and stood just inside of it. "Yes, well... I was told this would be a regular duty, and I didn't want to shirk learning all the ins and outs."

He chuckled a little. "Pun intended?" She matched his smile. The man was nice enough. "Birth control?"

"Of course, Mr. Link. Full regime of STI prevention and up-to-date on medicals."

"Perfect. Last thing I'd want is a medical mix-up." He came around the desk to her, shirt fully open now. "But in here, please call me Everette. This might be business, but nothing says we can't enjoy it."

He started for the bed and held out a hand towards her. She couldn't help but blush and walked in to take his hand. Of all the men she had fucked on first meet, he was definitely being the nicest. "What were you looking for? Oral? Or full vaginal?"

"Full, but only if that's alright with you. So long as I get off, I'm accommodating." He stopped at the side of the bed and pushed his pants down. A blackish cock of average size stood out.

She smiled and sat down on the bed. "As you wish, sir." Without hesitation, she leaned in and slid her lips along the round head and reached to cup his balls. The taste was new; she'd never been with an ape or monkey. Somewhat salty, but not overly-musky. The hiss of enjoyment was all she needed to know it was good and she relaxed her mouth to gradually go down on it.

Her tongue gave a swirl at the head, savoring the curves and slide of the cock's flesh. His sheath wasn't large, she noticed. But fine. His balls were nice and hefty. No wonder he needed help focusing.

She felt a hand slide over her head and she instinctively took a breath and relaxed her throat just before following the guide down. All the way to the base of his cock, nose touching sheath. She held it a moment before pulling back. In and out, slowly and with long licks she worked him, wetting and worshipping.

He leaned over and she felt the other hand catch the edge of her dress. She rose enough that he could pull it up around her hips, and then he gently pulled her panties down. "You know, we don't mind our employees going naked. If you want to do this more regularly, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing you open and ready."

She pulled back until just her lips held his tip and she kissed it. "I might not be opposed to that." She lowered herself and leaned back. The bed was small enough she was able to lean on the far wall with her hips over the edge. She spread her legs to show off her pussy now. It was trimmed like always and glistening a little with ready fluid.

The way he looked at her made her quiver gently with anticipation. His hand slid in and two fingers gently brushed her. It made her hiss softly. "Ngn... You better hurry... Don't want to miss your meeting."

"Oh, but you're so right. Where is my sense of time?" He licked the fingers a moment and then lowered himself. She put a hand on the bed and relaxed. The thrust pushed her into the wall and she gave a gentle moan.

Honestly, she'd had bigger. It was the force of it that surprised her. His long arms held her legs and he started to thrust in and out, pulling her as he thrust in. The force of it shook her form, making her breasts bounce in the built-in bra of her dress. She let out a whine as he went up to a rather smooth pace quickly.

The motion rocked her for a few long minutes. She flexed her body, shifting lightly to get the good spots, but he always lined her back up to keep it going straight on. And then, before she even realized what was happening, he grunted and burst his fluid into her. Her moaning turned into a soft sigh as the heat filled her belly. She hadn't even come close to finishing. So much for that being a good ride.

For his part, Everette smiled and leaned forward to give her a kiss. "Ah... There's a nice ride... Yeah, I'm glad we picked you as our hire." He slid back and grabbed a few rags from the table of cleaning materials. He offered her two and used the other to clean his dick. "You're not as tight as I hoped, but I think you'll do very well."

She casually sat up, using the first rag to catch what fluid was coming out of her. "I... appreciate that, sir..." Without asking permission, she leaned back and put two fingers to her own sex, rubbing and stroking to swirl the cum around her passage.

After a moment, she turned to look at the ape. He was watching her casually with a little smile as he dressed, occasionally turning to pull together some papers. In her mind, she set a scene. This wasn't an office; this was his home. She wasn't his employee; she was his property. She pleased herself only at his permission. Why did that get her off even more? She tensed as her body reacted to the fantasy. She bit her lip and pushed a finger to her clit as she came. Her hand felt warmth as male and female fluids poured from her squeezing sex out onto the rag.

Just then, the door closed. She opened an eye to see she was suddenly alone in the room. She let out a huff and leaned back. Didn't even help her finish...

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Six o'clock. She walked into the open patio in front of the bistro. Her three fellow-feline friends were already there waiting, and they cheered as she came to the table with a smile.

"And here she is, the lady of the day!" Mark said happily, raising a beer to her. "How did the day go?"

"Fine... Pretty much like any job that I was expecting."

"Yeah, whatever, but the juicy details," Sue asked from next to her. "Did you fuck anyone?"

She gave a sigh. "Yes. I mean is that so bad? The boss needed some pussy to clear his head, so I did."

Mark gave a sigh as Pete, the other male across the table, laughed. "Ha! Called in! Pay up." She watched as Mark gave a sigh as he slid his way under the table and there was the sound of a zipper.

"Oh, god, in the restaurant?"

"Damn right! Nothing on chairs or tables, that's the rule. And Mark will be good about not spilling, ain't that right?"

Mark held a hand up from the side of the table with one finger raised.

They all shared a laugh. Sue broke it. "But really. How was he? Not some old guy, was he?"

"Oh, fuck no. He was hot to look at. Terrible fucker, though. But... eh. I can deal with it. If it's bad enough, I know there's always more guys interested."

Overall, it wasn't a great job. But it was one she could lie with. Pun intended.