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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

As they day started winding down and the light outside began to fade, most employees made their way out the building to head home. Not so for the two summer associates sat dutifully at their desks going over the case files for their mentors. The young brash Mike Longstaff, a tawny furred buck rabbit looking older than he was as he sat scanning a document with his head held in his hands and a look of consternation on his face. The elevator doors rattled to a close as the last two remaining people on their floor, aside from the two youngsters left for the evening.

"I booked you a kids seat on our flight to Las Vegas" the female voice mocked the elevators other occupant just as the doors closed. This would earn an eye roll from Clara Spencer, a rather bright and talented individual whom was perhaps too soft for the field she was trying to get into.

"I don't know why she's so mean to Dan, he's such a sweetheart" Clara said with a resigned sigh, slumping back into her seat. A look of concern crossing her face when her words barely got a grunt from Mike. Slipping from her seat and making her way around to his side of the desk, her soft paws began to rub soothingly along his tense back and shoulders. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just...there's so much here. How're we supposed to get through it all before they leave next week?" The buck rabbit groaned, rubbing his temples.

"We'll get through it, together. We always do...wow, you're so tense" Clara mused as she lightly massaged Mike's knotted shoulders. "I know just how to loosen you up..." her words purred into his ear as she leaned down beside him, not taking no for an answer as she practically tugged him from his seat and down a hall to a corner office. Giggling as she read the names of their direct superiors marked on the door.

"Just sit back and relax, let me take care of you..." The vixen cooed to Mike as she began undoing his belt buckle and zipper, her paws gripping his underwear to tug them down and expose a rather stiff length. "See, someone was ready and waiting for me already" she said before giving his crown a soft lick and earning a faint groan from up above. A soft black furred paw snuck between the rabbits legs to cup his impressive sack as her other grasped about the base of his length, her eyes watching Mike's expression of worry melt away and being replaced by something more pleasurable as her warm slick mouth began to descend down along his length with little wet suckling noises.

"Damn Clara, if you ever decide to change careers, I know one you'd be good at" Mike teased through a groan as the vixen dutifully bobbed her muzzle along his length, of course his remark would earn him a brief feeling of sharp teeth scraping along his sensitive shaft. Just as his head began to roll back in bliss from the wonderful treatment his dick was receiving, a buzzing to his right caught his attention.

Looking down beside him he noticed the screen of a mobile light up with the text message "HTH: Stall booking confirmed, front entrance only". It took Mike a few seconds to realize it must have been one of their boss's mobiles, but that would mean...

"Nice cock" Came a familiar harsh voice from the doorway. Both Mike and Clara felt their blood run cold as they slowly turned to look at the source of the voice, sure enough that familiar bitchy voice had emanated from the biggest bitch in the building. Standing in the doorway was the imposing form of Rosalind Rothschild, the shoulder pad pants suite wearing Doberman.

"I'd heard rumors about it mister Longstaff, long staff indeed." She sneered as she stepped into the office to close and lock the door behind them. Mike and Clara shot worried looks at one another, he was literally caught with his pants down and her mouth on his junk.

"So this is what all your overtime hours were spent on, sucking and fucking, on my desk no less!" Her tone sent shivers down their spines, like a snake about to strike. "We don't hire degenerates around here, whatever shall I do with you two? I almost think you two no longer deserve the respect and power your positions provide you."

"Wait, please don't tell anyone!" Clara burst out, tears already beginning to run from her eyes.

"We'll do anything, just keep this between us?" Mike offered with a weak hopeful smile. This seemed to catch Rosalind's attention, a smirk hooking the corner of her lips as she narrowed her eyes at the pair.

"Anything?" Her smile was anything but friendly or comforting. Mike felt like he'd just signed a deal with the Devil as both he and Clara gave robotic nods. Rosalind stepped around her desk to the empty space beside the pair, her hands working her short skirt up about her waist to expose the fact she wasn't wearing underwear to the pair of stunned onlookers. Staring straight at Clara as she barked a single word order "Lick!" that left no room for argument. The nervous vixen jumped and sniffed as she crawled around on her knees to kneel before the Doberman. Her small black furred paws resting on her hips as she leaned in close, halting for a moment as she looked up at Rosalind with a begging glance.

"I've never licked pussy before..." Clara began to stammer, but was cut off by a sharp growl from the Doberman.

"Consider this an internship, you're going to learn!" Hissed Rosalind as she gripped the vixen's hair roughly between her ears and forced her muzzle in against her exposed pink slit. "Stop squirming and use more tongue!" she chided Clara before looking over at the stunned buck rabbit, a sly smirk crossing her lips as she noted he was sporting a rather stiff erection. "Don't just stand there mister Longstaff, make yourself useful and get behind me, be a team player and help your girlfriend out." Her tone was that same mocking one she used on Dan, it grated Mike just as much as he assumed it did Dan.

"She's not my g..." Mike began to protest, but the glare from Rosalind silenced him. With a sigh of resignation the buck rabbit moved behind the Doberman as directed. With the soft grunts and whimpers of Clara on the opposite side of Rosalind before him, Mike knelt behind the Doberman and stared at her surprisingly sculpted behind. He noticed the curious handprint tattoo on her cheek, but knew better than to ask about it as he gingerly touched her behind, thumbs digging into the crevice of her behind before he gently spread her to expose the tightest little asshole he'd ever seen. "Makes sense that she's such a tight ass" Mike thought to himself before leaning in and beginning to kiss at that little opening. His soft tongue whirling around it, brushing over the apparently sensitive flesh as Rosalind actually began to moan. He almost felt a sense of pride at making the bitch moan, almost.

Thankfully with Mikes tongue under her docked tail and the humiliation being delivered to Clara in front, it wouldn't take too long before Rosalind reached her climax. Though she would hold Clara in place to make sure the poor vixen got a mouthful and wore the Dobermans slickness as punishment. Mike felt bad for the vixen as she looked like she wanted to cry again, mostly from embarrassment at what she just had to do.

"You're not so bad at kissing ass Mike, you might go far in this business" Rosalind mocked him while patting his cheek. "Get up, both of you, and lean over my desk" She commanded while moving over to the cabinets behind them. Mike and Clara giving each other looks of concerns as to what would happen next, but ultimately they would give in and follow orders.

"Good, you can at least follow orders" the Doberman continued when she turned around to face them again, both buck rabbit and vixen not daring to look back without being told to do so. Mike gasped first, making a disgruntled face. Clara was confused for a moment, at least until she felt Rosalind's hand lift her skirt and tug her panties aside, a slick digit began to tease under her tail as a cool slickness was rubbed against her tail hole. "You two have been a pain in my ass since you got here, it's about time I got my own back" she sneered as her fingers began to probe and push deeper. Both Clara and Mike grunted and grit their teeth as the Doberman began to work their back doors, growling at them every time they tried to lower their tails. The groans growing louder as a second finger was added, both their faces flushing as they huffed from the faint schlick schlick of Rosalind's fingers pumping under their raised tails.

"Wait, what's that?" Mike was the first one to be punished as Rosalind moved behind him, guiding a thick miniature horse shaped strapon to his slick hole. Rosalind never replied, she just kept on pushing that thick length until it popped past the buck rabbits ring, making him yelp and groan as she kept going.

"You're not the only one with a big cock, mister Longstaff" Rosalind leaned over him to growl into his ear, her hips giving a firm buck to sheath the last couple of inches under his tail. Clara watched in stunned silence as the straight buck rabbit took a length bigger than his own up his virgin tail. So distracted by the sight that she wasn't even paying attention to the fingers working under her own tail anymore. The Doberman reached up to grab both of Mike's long ears and tug them back, using them like a handle to pull him back onto the toy every time her rough bucks sheathed the fake cock in him with a firm slap of her hips against his behind. Rosalind took a sick sort of pleasure in hearing his pained grunts and cries as she rutted the poor rabbit while fingering the vixen's shapely behind beside them.

"W...wait...something..." Mike began to pant, a note of worry in his voice. He could feel something building inside him, even with the aching burn under his tail, there was something else. The flared tip of the fake cock sent a jolt through him every time it rubbed against something inside him, making his own cock remain hard and even twitch with a little dribble of precum. "Oh god, not like this, please!" Mike pleaded with himself, every thrust of that toy up his behind felt like a punch in the gut and should've made him less turned on, not more. But Rosalind seemed to know exactly what she was doing, even slowing down her thrusts to draw out his torment until the buck rabbit began to squirm and pant, so close to a climax but not quite able to get off. Even before his hands could find his length, Rosalind would give a rough tug to his sensitive ears and growl a warning at him. Did she want him to beg for it, was that it?

"Please..." Mike finally whimpered out pitifully to the Doberman, her lips curled back into a victorious smirk. Her hips swung into action as she began rutting the rabbit with renewed vigor. Her hips slapping rapidly against his behind as the thick ebony rubber toy pupped the medial ring in and out of his aching pucker again and again while the flared tip battered that spot within him. With a pitiful cry Mike's cock lurched and throbbed, pulsing hard every time he fired off a hot sticky jet of cum across the tabletop before him. Clara watched in amazement as Mike came hard, harder than she'd ever gotten him to for sure, the almost graceful arcs of pearlescent white his seed made through the air almost beautiful in a way, only marred by the mocking laugh from Rosalind behind him as she withdrew the fake horse cock from the exhausted looking rabbit with a wet schlurp.

Panting herself, Rosalind pulled her large plush office chair out from under the desk beside the vixen to sit down in. Slouching a little with her thighs parted, Mike gave a weary look over at her and got his first real glimpse of her slit. It was rather cute, small and neat, tasty looking too he thought. Pity it belonged to such a bitch though. Just above it was that imposing ebony spire, glistening with the lubrication from under his tail. Mike felt an indescribably shame from both being able to take that fake cock, but mostly from being brought to climax by it.

"Come have a seat Clara..." Rosalind commanded next, giving the uncertain vixen an even look. Clara rose to her feet and moved to stand facing Rosalind, but as she started to move in and straddle the Doberman, she was met with a "tut tut" and a swirl of the canines finger telling her to turn around.

"I've never done anal..." the vixen said hopefully, trying to persuade Rosalind not to do a repeat performance on her.

"Of course not, good girls don't to anal. But...neither did mister Longstaff, but look at the mess he made on my desk. I'm sure you'll love it too" Her grin was pure evil, her hands reaching out to grasp the vixen's hips and forcefully turn her about. One hand gripping her lush and luxurious tail to lift it, the other gripping the toy and guiding it beneath to wedge against the tiny pink opening there. Gently rubbing and working that flared tip past the snug slick opening, earning a pained hiss from the vixen as she took another thick inch past her stretched ring.

"Wait, please...not there...." Clara whimpered, her tail twitching nervously in Rosalind's grasp.

"I said...sit!" the Doberman barked and with a firm yank on the vixen's tail, pulling her down onto the waiting spire and impaling her on the fake cock. Unlike Mike, she wouldn't be able to hold back a pained yelp and subsequent whines as she squirmed uncomfortably in the Doberman's lap. Rosalind let her squirm for a moment before her hands started to wander, one moving down between the vixens thighs to find her clit and begin rubbing at it soothingly, not a complete monster it seemed. The other slipped under the cardigan the vixen wore and groped over a perky breast.

"No bra? With how perky your tits are, I assumed you wore a pushup...not bad miss Spencer. I can see why you like her mister Longstaff" the bitch said in a mocking tone to the watching rabbit. Mike wanted to growl, feel indignation at their situation, but he couldn't. All he could do was watch with rapt attention as the beautiful vixen's shapely behind he'd longed to enjoy was deflowered the same way his was. Unable to look away as the Doberman rolled and ground her hips up against the vixen's behind while playing with her pretty pink pussy and groped at her breast.

"Hard again mister Longstaff? You really must enjoy watching your girlfriend getting her tight little ass stuffed" came the mocking tones of the bitch once more, Mike however would see and feel himself rock hard again already despite having blown a big load only moments ago.

"Make yourself useful and come fuck this slut, she looks like she'd enjoy a double stuffing" Rosalind commanded, to which Mike found himself moving before he could even try muster the words to decline the order. Sure he and Clara had fucked a few times, even on Rosalind's desk before, but this was somehow different. There was no passion or affection here, this was just sex, and Mike almost wished he'd lose his erection just then so he wouldn't have to go through with this.

As he lined himself up with the vixen's exposed length, he felt Rosalind's fingers brush down along his shaft curiously as she gave him a lecherous grin from over Clara's shoulder. With a firm yank to his tool, Rosalind sheath Mike within Clara, letting him feel how much tighter she was around him now that she had something so big lodged up her back passage.

"Make her cum and we will call it a night" the Doberman stated with a low growl, giving a rough buck into the vixen's aching rear and making her yelp again. Mike groaned loud as she clenched down around him, already feeling the need to cum building again. This would be a challenge.

Knowing Clara preferred tenderness to outright fucking, Mike gently grasped her chin and turned her muzzle to face his. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips as his hand slipped beneath her top to gently caress her breast and nipple in the soft way he knew she liked. This seemed to do the trick as within a few moments Clara's cries weren't so pained, there was an actual note of pleasure to them when he began working his hips to fuck her slowly. Even managing to get the vixen to roll and press back against him a little, meeting his thrusts between her thighs.

Rosalind just snorted and rolled her eyes at the tender display, her hips starting to buck and bounce the vixen in her lap as she worked a couple of thick black inches in and out of the clutching pink star of the vulpine's rear. Even giving her other nipple a rough pinch and twist, making her cry out into Mike's lips as she was caught between a rough butt-fucking below and tender love making above. Mike just hoped he would win out, there was no telling what Rosalind would do to them if he came first like this. Thankfully he wouldn't have to find out as something in the vixen seemed to shift, her hips beginning to roll and squirm between the two lengths within her. Her breathing getting hotter and heavier, with a more lusty edge to her whimpers. Mike had seen the look on her face before, eyes closed and brow furrowed as if she was deep in thought, but he knew what it meant. With a smug grin of his own finally, he felt Clara hit her peak a moment later, her channel becoming tighter still around him in waves as she climaxed hard. Squeezing down on him hard enough that she nearly made the buck rabbit cum then and there, but he had other ideas. Quickly pulling out of her, Mike stood between their parted thighs and began stroking himself off, eyes closing as he cried out when his own climax hit again. Once more sticky white arcs of seed flew through the air before him. It took everything he had not to grin and laugh when he opened his eyes, seeing Rosalind going almost squint as she stared at the white splotch on her nose from his seed. Mike would have to apologize to Clara later about her clothes, but he was sure she'd get a kick out of this.

With a low growl Rosalind lifted Clara up off her lap, smirking at the sound her toy made as it pulled free of the still clenching vixen's pucker. Guiding her over to once more lay over the desk, the Doberman got to her feet and shimmied her hips as she worked the strapon harness down and off. Straightening out her skirt once again, Rosalind returned the item to her cabinet drawer before collecting her phone and heading towards the door. "I better see you two in the morning, and don't be late!" she barked before vanishing down the hallway towards the elevators. Mike noted with some curiosity that she'd not cleaned his seed off her nose however.

Despite the previous evening's ordeal, Clara seemed rather upbeat and chipper. Even though Mike found it a little painful to sit at his desk, he was happy to see the vixen seemed unchanged by what had transpired, if anything it seemed to have given her more of a confidence boost. The next few nights would be telling though if she would survive their new positions in the company, Rosalind would make sure of that. At least until she and her partner went off to their case in Las Vegas, though a small part of Mike wished he could be around when karma caught up with her.