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No More Work at the Office

For SaltirePhoenix

By Draconicon

Denise was exhausted. It was a familiar feeling, considering the rigors of working in a firm of private investigators, and while she enjoyed it, the long office hours were starting to get a little ridiculous. Particularly as her boss was starting to get on her nerves with extending them further...and further...and further.

The white-scaled snake looked up at the clock. They were past quitting time by two hours - it was already seven PM - and there was no sign of the cow coming out of her office just yet. Shaking her head, Denise pushed herself to her feet, adjusted her blouse, and stroked her hands through her hair, pulling it back into a proper bun rather than letting it hang down again. Freya always listened better when she looked more professional. She'd need all the help she could get.

She walked around her own desk to a door that was more glass than wood and pushed it open. There was no need to knock; they had an arrangement.

The other woman was nose-deep in papers, the cow muttering to herself, pushing a pair of new spectacles further up her muzzle as she compared one set of papers to another. A laptop was propped on the far end of her desk, and her phone was glowing on the other side. So many projects, so little time.

She shut the door quietly, but Freya didn't look up. She took a step forward, her shadow falling over the desk, and the cow still didn't acknowledge her presence. The snake sighed.

THUMP!

Both hands hit the desk at the same time, hard, firm, and loud. Her boss, the primary investigator of the firm, leaped back in her chair, her eyes wide and her red hair flying up and over her horns for a moment. The other woman blinked twice, shaking her head as the papers slowly fluttered back down.

"Was that really necessary?" Freya asked.

"That depends. Were you planning on working even more hours than you already have?"

"It's hardly that late."

"It's seven. Two hours past the point when everyone else went home."

"Surely not."

Denise grabbed the propped-up phone, turning it until the little numbers in the top-right of the screen were visible. The cow leaned in, staring for a moment before rubbing her eyes, pinching the bridge of her muzzle for a moment.

"Oh, dear. I'm sorry. I'm just wrapped up in this one case right now."

"Clearly. But you are going to take a break."

"Denise, I can't."

"...Can't."

That was not a word that sat well with her, and Freya knew it. The cow shook her head, trying to gather the various floating papers coming down from the invasive thump, all while Denise looked her in the eye. Despite being her boss by all legal and technical definitions, Freya couldn't meet her eye.

"What do you mean, 'can't'?" Denise asked.

"There's so much to do."

"On a case of a missing car."

"It's work, and we're already behind."

"And you want to throw our limited time away from work after something that's completely underpaid, rather than going home so that we can get back to allllll this," she asked, gesturing at herself, running her hands down her hips and over her legs.

It was enough to get Freya to blush, at least, though it was not enough to get her to stop. Clearly, the snake was going to need to take greater measures.

With a surreptitious flick of her wrist, she pulled one of Freya's cuffs from her hanging jacket by the door. As the cow sat down again, Denise walked around behind the office chair, shaking her head, all while her partner continued to spout little excuses. She had long-since stopped listening. If gentle pressure and persuasion wouldn't work, then it was time to take it further.

"Freya?"

"Denise, please, just let me focus. It won't take more than another hour or two, and then -"

"Hmm, no."

She grabbed the cow by the wrist, pulling her hand back before flicking the cuffs. Click went the first shackle, and while her partner was still confused at what had just happened, she pulled the cow's other wrist back, and a second click secured it.

"Denise?! What is the meaning of this?!"

"Oh, just taking care of you. You are not taking care of yourself, after all, so now you're making me do it."

"Let me out of this!"

"No. Not until you agree we're going home."

"But the work -"

"Can wait until tomorrow."

She pushed the chair back, just enough to leave the cow on top of it pinned against the wall behind her. No pulling those arms up, and as the snake bent down, she seized Freya's legs and pulled them up. Practical flats were ripped off, exposing wide soles, brown along the bottom just like everywhere else along her body. A quick yank pulled them to the desk, and another pair of handcuffs went around her ankles, tying her to the top drawers of her desk.

In a small handful of seconds, she had rendered her partner completely helpless, not to mention more than slightly exposed. She smiled, sitting on the edge of Freya's desk, looking down at her and her bare feet. Stroking a finger along the bottom of her partner, boss, and lover's sole, she got the usual reaction, a little shiver that ran from the cow's toes all the way up to her head and then back down again.

"Mmmph...Denise..."

"Hmmm?"

"T-this is work, you can't -"

"There's nobody here to see us. Nobody that might walk in. They're all gone for the day. There's only you and me...and that means that you're keeping us here when we could be doing this at home. And what's rule number one?"

"..."

"Hmmmmmmm?" Denise pushed, curling her fingers like claws.

"Nnngh...no denying...mmph...no denying 'mistress' her fun..."

"That's right. And you've been denying me my fun with you for a while now. An hour a day, then two hours. Oh, my, my, my, such a naughty girl."

"Nnnngh...don't say that..."

But she did. And she would say so much more before the night was out. She drew her curled fingers up and down the bottom of the cow's foot, knowing that each touch made her shiver, right on the verge of tickling rather than just teasing. She could feel the little twitches of each muscle through the bottom of her foot, knew that it was so close to just making the investigator break down into a fit of giggles.

It was one of her favorite things to do. She was so serious, and this helped break her out of that shell. She drew one finger right up along the wide arch of the cow's foot, circling the ball just above it, and then slowly slid it between her toes.

"Mmmph...stop playing with my feet...You know I..."

"You're just shy."

"Mmmph..."

"Besides, you have such lovely feet."

"Big fat things..."

"And all the better for being so big." Denise smiled, leaning down to kiss one soft toe. "And I love them as much as I love you."

"...Thank you."

"But that doesn't mean you're off the hook."

She jammed her fingers into Freya's arch, dancing them up and down, back and forth, and the tips of her claws did just what she wanted. It made that stern cow detective screech with laughter. The shackles proved their worth as the desk jumped, the drawers pulled tight against their casings, the handcuffs barely holding against the sudden yank. It had to have stung, but the tickles were worse.

Even as Denise danced her fingers along the bottom of the cow's soles, moving across the arch and up to the toes before going back down again, Freya desperately kicked her legs. Not that it did much. The handcuffs were very good at restricting her range of motion, and Denise was very good with her tickling. Narrow, lithe fingers followed those dancing feet, scratching and tickling the undersides, and Frey screamed with laughter, arching her back and bucking her hips off the chair.

"STO-HAHAHAHAWP!" the cow giggled madly.

"Not a chance," Denise said.

Just like their bodies, their voices were completely different. Denise was controlled and calmly smiling, while Freya was out of control and flailing around. She hopped her hips up and down on the chair, kicked her legs, curled her toes - as if that did anything - and did every little trick that she could think of to get out of the chair and away from the tickles. None of them worked, of course. They never would have.

Tickle, tickle, tickle went the snake's digits, dancing along one foot as she reached into her pocket for a brush. She kept one around just to polish her scales from time to time, but it would serve another purpose today. As soon as she found it, she held it up, and even through tear-wet eyes, Freya clearly recognized it. Her mouth hung open, even as she shook her head desperately.

It was just beautiful, really. Denise chuckled and nodded, leaning across the desk to the other, untouched foot. After all, it wouldn't be fair if she only tormented one of them.

"Remember, this stops as soon as you say we can leave."

"We can - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Do you want to try that again?"

The End

Summary: Denise is sick of not leaving work on time due to her partner's constant workaholic habits. Time to make a point.

Tags: F/F, Cow, Snake, Femdom, Tickling, Reversal, Bondage, Foot Fetish, Love, Gentle, Tickle tickle tickle, Handcuffs,