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"Okay, okay, okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let me get this straight! So... you took the Red Line - even though I told you not to! - and despite your claims that only girls get groped, you yourself got groped... no, wait... you got fucked, if my mind is right! And you think the man that fucked you on the train - who should be arrested when you put it like this! - is your_boss?_"

"Uhhh... y-yeah... heh... is... is that a problem?"

Clarence Deaux Couer D'Lion. Oooooooh boy! Clarence - or just 'Claire' to his friends - was a young fox. His fur a stormy gray, most would recognize him for his messy hair, equally as messy neck fur, and the purple swirls on his body that were somewhat warm. Assuming of course you got to see said warm, purple swirls beneath his clothes.

Which some would say is an oddly easy request...

Outta college for the past few years, he hedged his bets on getting a job at Gold Star Inc. Yes, thee Gold Star Inc.! He imparted his resume, went to his interviews, prayed and hoped for many hours of the day, and finally one wonderful afternoon, he got a call from someone working in the business, telling him he got the job.

But, uh, right, you already know that, don't you?

The amber light of their ceiling bulb illuminated their small, cramp kitchen/dining room. The table was littered with the perfect meal for two young adults; cheap-ass Chinese food. Stir-fried rice one way with General Tso's chicken, steaming hot beef lo mein the other, and in the center, a collection of about... five or six chicken wings.

And one just got swiped.

"Seriously, Claire... nomph... mmphf... nomph... are you insane?"

She was Clarence's complete opposite in almost every way. If he was on the middling end of things, she was tall. If he was far more cute, she was far more daunting. If he was a fox, she was a bunny. If he was a full on anthro, she was a human/bunny hybrid.

Linda Styles was Clarence's roommate... and his only friend in all of Willington. Hey, he's not some friendless nobody! It's just that most - if not all - of his friends lived in Document City, which is where he moved from in chase of his dreams. But we're getting off topic...

Linda was a human/bunny hybrid. Long, blonde and straight hair, freckles running along her face, the ears and tail of a bunny, and a most standoffish look and personality. While Clarence was mostly working oddjobs and fast food to foot his end of the apartment bill, it was Linda who was the key breadwinner as a manual labor. But of course, that was all bound to change following Claire's new job.

"Heeeey! I don't think it's that crazy," the fox replied as he swirled his noodles around his fork, "Mr. McDonald is my superior. If I ran around sprouting things like 'he groped me on the train' with no proof, then that would only make issues for me! I'd be the new guy already sprouting rumors, I'd get fired, then blacklisted, and suddenly I'm 69 and still working at a fast food restaurant!"

"Nomph! Mmmff... did you have to say '69'? Gosh your a child," Linda shot back with a roll of her eyes, "And, fine, sure, whatever. You're trying to climb up the professional ladder by going down the professional ladder; I get that. Lord knows I've done some stupid shit in my life to get ahead of things...nomph! Mmmmfff... but shtill... likeh... ain't thish a bish tooh mush?"

"Uh... come again?"

"Mmm! Gulp! Like, ain't this a bit too much? That creepy fuck Mr. McDonahue--"

"McDonald..."

"Whatever. He fucking gropes and fucks you on a train, and you're just gonna go in there and work for him? Doesn't that scare you?"

"Heh heh... yeah... heh... i-it does..."

Yeah, that's what Claire said, but that's not exactly how he looked. No, his face gained a goofy smile, his cheeks puffed up with blush, and he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. And if Linda were to look under the table (which she most certainly would not do!), she'd get quite the eyeful of his burgeoning 'affection' for his new boss.

But Linda had seen enough, and it showed on her face in how annoyed she was with Claire's blatant simping. Oh yeah, that's _exactly_what he was doing, and she was smart enough to see it. Having spent enough time living with Clarence, she could tell that the _only_reason why he wasn't going to the police about the obvious crime that took place, is because the man who did it to him - this 'Mr. McDonald' - was exactly his type.

Tall, dark, handsome... oh yeah...

"Alright, fine, I get it, I guess," Linda said in an offhanded, dismissive manner, "But I hope you keep your wits about yourself, Claire. If you don't like something, just say it, okay? I don't want this Mr. McDowell--"

"McDonald..."

"Whatever. I don't want him hurting you. Not at least until you pay your side of the rent."

Once more, she was playing it off as being aloof and indifferent, but Clarence actually smiled at her. For all of Linda's abrasiveness (and boy, could she be abrasive!), she truly did care for his well-being. The fox understood that, and it showed on his face as a smile to spread out over his cheeks. He even reached across the table to palm his roommate's hand, garnering an sharp glare from her in response.

"I know what you're really trying to say, and thanks, Linda," he stated, making her scoff.

He knew she wanted to say something snarky. Hell, it was probably brimming on her tongue, threatening to come launching out like a snake's venom. But she kept it in, instead shooting him a glare... and then a more concerned stare, before saying,

"Just keep your wits about you, alright? I'll be working throughout the rest of the week, so if anything happens, I won't be able to help."

"Heh! You make it sound like he's gonna make me do something I don't wanna do!" Claire replied, with a giggle.

"Yeeeeaaaaah... whatever," said Linda dismissively once more, only to roll her eyes as she stood up from her side of the table, "Welp! I gotta drive cross state tomorrow, so I won't be able to see you off in the morning. Shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?"

"Right, right, heh...! Right!" Clarence said whilst once again scratching the back of his head, "You really should get your sleep, Linda. I promise, I can take care of myself."

"Says the idiot who took the Red Line when I expressly told him not to, but whatever..." she muttered, "Anyway, stay safe, Claire."

"Yeah... heh... you too, Linda!"

Looking over, he watched as she slipped into the hall to head for her room, leaving him all alone. Once she was out of sight and - more importantly - out of earshot, he quickly snapped his eyes to his phone on his right. He flipped it on, coming to its screenshots where he saw...

"Haaah..."

Him...

...

Gold Star Inc. produces software. Amazing software. Software that runs your computers, runs your phones, runs your games, hell, it even runs your cars and even those kiosks in malls and the like. You'd be harder press to find something that Gold Star Inc. software_doesn't_ run on! Whatever you need, they've made it and it can do it!

Well... maybe except for running a space satellite... but that will come soon...

Anyway!

Gold Star has firms all around the planet, working tirelessly with the people around them to produce software that everyone could use, regardless of nationality, regardless of species, regardless of age, regardless of tastes. You there, that white male who plays football! You can use Gold Star Software! You there, that non-binary otter who paints flower! You can use Gold Star Software! You there, that middle aged cow mom of nine in Africa! You can use Gold Star Software! Everyone can use Gold Star Software!

But these things require a strong, firm, guiding hand to cut through the bullshit. Just cause you can make software, does not necessarily mean said software is useful. You must know what is needed, what is not needed, what is good, and what is bad. All these voices that talk and talk and talk and talk, sometimes saying conflicting and contradicting things; you need someone who can listen to them all and make sense out of nonsense. You need...

You need...

Hector J. McDonald. That's Mr. McDonald to you!

He was as big as he was broad. As tall as he was strong. As magnanimous as he was charming. And as suave as he was smart.

Hector was everyone's man, and one of the rare few people working who could manage the endless voices of programmers and customers who all came to Gold Star Inc. One such reason for doing so, was his seemingly unparalleled eye in getting to know the everyman.

Not to mention his... ahem... tendency for hands on initiations.

When the burly lion came into the building, he always turned heads. His height towered over others, and his calming smile was sure to brighten anyone's day. He was everyone's friend, and endlessly exuded a friendly air. And with that black, pin-stripe suit of his that elevated his status from sight alone, it was outright impossible for an individual to not think of him as some larger than life lion who carries the weight of the world on his shoulder.

But its simpler than that...

"Good Morning, Mr. McDonald," said Stacy, his elk of a secretary, "Your new recruit, Mr. D'Lion, arrived half an hour ago."

"Really?" replied the lion as he ran his hands through his glorious red mane, "Heh heh... well now! He's really a go-getter. I respect that..." he nodded softly, before shifting his gaze towards his office doors, "Send him in."

"Yes sir."

He stepped through his office door, entering into a simple yet wide room. A desk free of any clutter with a high-end computer resting upon it, his opulent chair resting behind said desk, and two other chairs sitting on the opposite side for any conversations he may need with others. Behind his desk was a glass case collecting various memorabilia from his professional career, as well as some more personal photos from his life. Ironic for someone who is essentially a boss of a software firm, but it all made for a very daunting room.

Despite being the charming, affable man he was, not many people would want to be stuck in the same room as a burly lion like him. Not many people...

Eeeaaarrrr!

"Uhh... hello?"

But sometimes, well, deers get caught in headlights. More accurately for this situation, a fox did.

Stepping into Hector's office was Claire, his green eyes wide as he looked around in a cursory manner. This was only his second day here, yet he was already afraid that he'd - somehow - done something wrong. Just first job jitters no doubt, always worried you've screwed something up even though you've done nothing yet. As far as he could tell, orientation went well, so there was no need for him to be fired yet.

Though, it wasn't like he could focus much on orientation, considering who was giving it to him at the time. And that same man who gave it to him - that same man whom he bumped into during the metro ride on the Red Line - was now the same man who was calling him into his office.

Alone...

Yeah, naturally his heart was racing!

"Close the door behind you, Mr. D'Lion," said Hector, jolting him in place.

"Ah! Y-yes sir!"

Quickly he did as he was told, closing the door where an audible 'Click!' noise echoed out. Why did hearing that make his heart drop Well, no further need to get into things; he was here with his boss. It was time to just step forward and accept whatever was coming to him. Even if it caused Linda's earlier warnings to replay in his mind.

"Come on, come on, take a seat," Hector said, his voice deep yet disarming, guiding Claire on in such a calm, soothing manner.

"Haah... yes sir," he replied, almost instantly entranced by the honeyed tone of the lion's words.

Walking ahead, he sat down upon one of the extra chairs within Hector's office, sinking down in its soft form while his expression became crossed. He was still afraid that he had - somehow - done something wrong. Or - more accurately - he thought that _Hector_thought he had done something wrong. So he just immediately blurted out--

"I swear I told no one!"

Which... thinking about it, probably wasn't the smartest thing he could have just come out and shouted.

It even showed on Clarence's face, as his cheeks quickly turned red with embarrassment and he face palmed himself. It took him a couple of moments to gain the courage needed to stare at his boss, and when he did, he saw a smile on Hector's face. In fact... the lion was even chuckling, finding amusement with the situation.

"Well that's good," he said, his grin spreading, "Otherwise I'd be a bit worried. You don't strike me as the type of person who'd... kiss and tell, Mr. D'Lion."

"Uh... heh... thanks...?" Clarence muttered with a sheepish chuckle.

"Don't mention it," Hector replied as he looked over at his computer, "I've gone over your resume and files, and everyone you've worked for in the past are quick to praise how much of a hard worker you are. They say you'll do almost anything asked for you."

"Uh... y-yeah?"

Look, Clarence isn't deaf; he heard the extra emphasis on 'anything'! It had him turning around, gazing over his shoulder towards the window of the office where... he realized they were noticeably tinted.

Oh no...

"So tell me, Mr. D'Lion, what exactly is your Five-Year Plan going forward? How long do you intend on staying with Gold Star Inc.?" asked Hector as he stood up from his desk, walked around towards the front of it, and sat down on its edge.

And Clarence sat there, silent and stunned as the looming body of his boisterous boss towered over him. Hector was such a big man... there weren't many people the fox could easily compare him to. And that sentiment extended down to what sat between his legs,

Damn Hector had a huge bulge! Oh! Shit! He was looking too hard!"

"Mr. D'Lion?" his boss called, causing Claire to babble nonsensically at first.

"Uhghhh... guhh... huah? Oh!" his eyes then snapped up as he returned to reality, "Right, right! Five-Year Plan! Uhh... uhhh... hmm..."

He grew flustered, his hand rubbing his face as he tried to formulate an answer to his rather straightforward question. Like, even Linda has a Five-Year Plan as she's been so keen on telling him about on more than one occasion. But here he said, trying to say 'I wanna work for a better position' without sounding like a child.

But Hector... seemed to find a certain amusement in watching Claire squirm. He even chuckled, his low laughter booming in the relatively silent office room. Hearing him calmed the fox down, and he looked up at Hector with a somewhat lost expression on his face.

The lion hooked his fingers in the air...

"Do you always dress so... stuffily...?" he asked, causing Claire to look down at his clothes.

"I uh... just really want to keep... this job..." the fox muttered in relation to his blue formal clothing.

"Good man... good... boy. Heh heh..."

Hector had such short sentences, and yet every word he said carried this undeniable weight behind it. Clarence was pinned in place, not really sure how he could even escape the lion's grasp... or if he'd even want to.

He just had such... gripping power and--

"I'm a very straightforward and blunt kind of man, Mr. D'Lion...Claire..." Hector said, snapping the fox from his thoughts.

"How do you know my nick--"

"What I'm trying to say is that... well, like my ancestors I suppose, I could never let a meal go if it ends up in my den. You understand what I'm saying, right? Heh... what I'm trying to say?"

"Uuuuhhhh..."

"How... desperate are you to have this job?" Hector asked, his arms crossing and his grin spreading.

"How desperate uh... ummm..."

Clarence's heart was racing... but not in the way most would think. Nooooooo, this kooky grin appeared on his lips, followed by a blush that spread furiously upon his face. Shit, he had such a bad poker face; he was falling like a deck of cards immediately! Why? Was it because Hector was his boss? Or was it because of the knowing grin the lion had on his lips as well?

Oh yes...

"You wouldn't mind satiating this lion's hunger... would you?" Hector asked.

Claire... wasn't usually the type of guy who got off on the whole 'predator/prey' thing. It either comes off as too corny or too gruesome for his liking. He liked his dirty talk to be tamer than that... if that makes any sense.

But when Hector said? With his deep, powerful voice? Oooooohh... there was only one answer to give.

"Yessss.."

Mr. McDonald had this amazing way of moving his fingers; it wasn't in what he did, but what he didn't do. He pointed at Clarence, before dragging his finger down towards the fox's crotch. Like a puppeteer controlling his marionette, the lion so casually told his subordinate everything he needed to know from movement alone. Getting the hint, Claire's hands scrambled for his pants as his teeth bit into his bottom lip. But then he stopped... hesitating... watching as Hector's powerful finger held still...

A few seconds ticked by and then...

Hector hooked his fingers up. Clarence nodded.

His hands must have blurred with how fast he took off his belt and unzipped his pants, allowing his trousers to grow slack. Hooking his thumbs under it, he pulled them down slowly, revealing the navy-blue boxers he wore... and the hard cock he had throbbing on the other end.

Hector said not a word however... because - once again - he didn't need to say a word. Just a simple point of his finger, straight towards Clarence's penis, and the fox tensed up once more. He quickly reached down for his underwear, pulling it down slowly where he revealed his throbbing purple length.

"Oh... look at this," said Hector, his stirring voice shaking the room, "Was it purple the last time? Heh... I don't recall... I assumed it was red. How unique... you naughty boy you."

"Nnnghhh!"

Clarence couldn't respond, not as a sliver of drool began hanging from his lips and the cool air of the office room began to grace his heated body. But the fox didn't know what to do next. He was sitting here in Hector's office, his penis hanging out, and his ears twitching. Outside the (admittedly) thin walls of the office, he could hear people walking about. His co-workers, going about their day, saying 'good morning' and 'hello' to one another. All the while, Clarence sat with his cock hanging out, right under their noses.

His heart was racing, and his mind was playing in overdrive. What if someone came in through the door? Like Hector's secretary, Stacy? Or just some other random wishing to speak to their boss? All as Claire sat there with his penis hanging out, and precum oozing from its tip. And it was with some sort of perverse joy that Hector had Clarence sitting there.

If the fox was sweating bullets, then the lion was oh so coy. His smirk was strong, his eyes sharp, and he kept his arms crossed in an ever so casual manner. That's just the level of dominance Hector imposed upon those around him; he was bothered by nothing, and it showed on his face.

So casual. So cool. So strong.

And with a subtle stroking of his fingers, Clarence got the hint.

His hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, the other hand gripping tightly upon his seat's arm rest. Without hesitation, the fox began to furiously stroke his cock off, lacking any semblance of style or finesse. No, like some teenage boy who's just discovered porn, the gray fox began masturbating with this desperate, desperate need. His penis throbbed and jerked in his relentless hand, and he jerked himself up and up and up. Moans and groans began to shamelessly leave his lips, getting louder and louder.

That is until he covered his mouth with his hand, fearing what may happen if someone outside heard them. He stifled his moans, but his body had other plans. Clarence couldn't remember a time where his body was this damn hot! It was like an oven had been placed in his chest, and it was spreading heat everywhere, especially to his cock.

Beneath Hector's domineering gaze, there was nothing Clarence could do but pleasure himself. Stroking and stroking and stroking, to the point that his body was jolting up on this chair. His penis was burning hot, and the pain surging through it was without rival. His balls churned with need as well, while his green eyes met Hector brown eyes.

His cool, unfettered, brown eyes... and the flash of a--

Snip!

"Huh?"

Yeah, the flash of a camera. It came from Hector's smartphone, casually taking blinking shot after blinking shot of Claire as he masturbated. If the fox's heart was beating fast before, it definitely was now! It pounded against his chest; this mixture of embarrassment, surprise, shock, and even anger! Like, seriously, where does Hector get off taking pictures and even_recording_ this?

AND WHY DID IT MAKE CLAIRE'S COCK SO HARD!?

"Haaauuughh!"

His mouth splitting open, the gray fox let out a moaning cry as his length throbbed in his hand. He was stroking it harder and harder, while his grip on the seat got so strong, he was starting to dig his claws into its surface. Lines were torn upon the once soft and smooth leather, while Claire's moaning face remained locked upon Hector and his phone.

The lion was still smirking. Casual. Cool. Enjoying every sordid moment of this. And in his camera lens, he watched as Claire's face morphed into absolute, slutty pleasure. His eyes rolled, his mouth opened, white-hot breaths flowed from his nostrils, and shuddering moans escaped his throat. Hector recorded it all, stowed away forever on his phone.

Recording... recording... recording it all.

But despite Clarence's attempts, he just couldn't bring himself to climax. The jerking, the stroking, the running of his palm along the fullness of his length, from the knot to the tip and back again, BUUUTTT--!!!

It just wouldn't cum! He tried and tried and tried and tried and tried, but--

"Nnggahhaaaahhhh!"

His musky odor was filling the air, his body steaming hot and sweaty, and his green eyes still trained on Hector's brown one. What as the lion looking for exactly? What was he waiting for? Why was he dragging this out longer than need be? Claire could barely take it anymore! The erotic rush of pleasure that flowed through his dick was finally reaching its zenith! But there was like this barrier, this wall, this shield stopping him! And it wouldn't be moved until--

Hector flicked his finger up...

"HHHHNNGGGHHHHH!!!"

Finally...

"HHAAAHHHGGHH!!!"

Was he being loud? Did he even care anymore?

A stream of cum came shooting out of his dick, flying up high before sprinkling back down upon his his hand, cock and lap. It was followed by another blast, and another, then a couple of seconds, before blasting out another hotshot of seed. It all stained his hand and his dick, not to mention tracking a bit on his clothes, but he was far too awash with pleasure to care about such a thing. He just laid there against the chair...

Gasping...

Groaning...

Moaning...

While Hector took a few more photos following the end of his little recording. And once he was done, he placed aside his phone and said,

"Perfect... heh... I really appreciate hard workers like you, Mr. D'Lion. Hmm... why don't you go and get yourself a cup of coffee. You've earned it. Heh!"

"Haaaah... y-yeaaaaah," Claire replied, a wavy smile spreading out upon his lips.

...

Shit! Fuck! Shit! That happened, didn't it?! Double shit! Double fuck! Why did he let that happen!? Triple shit! Triple fuck! And his boss has all those slutty pictures and recording of him!?

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK!?

"Nnngghhh...!"

Clarence face palmed himself, in utter disbelief that - once again - Hector had his way with him, and - once again - he allowed it to happen. Like... wasn't he stronger than that? Or at least, he always thought himself stronger than that. Guess he wasn't. Guess Linda was right.

Dammit!

Sinking down into his chair, the fox's green eyes eventually poked through his fingers so he could gaze upon his computer screen. Stacy had given him a business card with his sign in information on it, meaning he was free to finally get started on his job. Placed beneath Supervisor Biffle, he was tasked with processing a data sheet that would be sent to his inbox in a timely manner.

Which probably sounds like a bunch of office work jargon, and really, it is.

While Gold Star Inc. was a business occupied with the creation of software, like all businesses, there was a side needed to handle things like finances and information. That's where Clarence steps in, using his (surprisingly knowledgeable) brain in order to sift through data so that Gold Star can continue being the well-oiled machine it is now.

Which means he spends a loooooooooot of time sitting in front of a computer screen. Such is the 21st Century, I'm afraid.

But, hey, at least this coffee was good. Stacy really knew how to brew the stuff, which is saying something cause Clarence isn't that into caffeine... sometimes...

Anyway, enough of this! He had to focus on his, ya'know, job! Not focus on how good the coffee is, or how rude Supervisor Biffle was, or how Hector has photos of him naked, or how strong and burly Hector is, or how fucking nice it would feel to get fucked on that feline cock of--

SHIT! IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!!!

"Dammit!"

"What was that, newbie?"

"Huh? Uuuhhh..."

Swiveling around on his chair, Clarence's eyes befell the entrance to his cubicle, eyes befalling an older gentleman of indeterminate age. He was a dog... though Clarence couldn't tell you what kind of dog. A malamute? Nooo... his face was too round. So a pug? Nooo... not that round. He had brown hair, some aged lines, but most importantly, this annoyed leer in his gaze. Under his gaze, all Clarence could do was chuckle sheepishly, but there was no sense of playfulness that emanated from the man before him. For he was--

"Supervisor Biffle! Heh heh! Uh... what brings you here?" said the fox, trying to calm the man before him. It didn't work.

"I know you're new here, Mr. D'Lion, but I still expect nothing but the best from you!" said his supervisor, his mere voice causing Clarence to tense up even further, "You know what you're supposed to do, right?"

"Right! I mean, yeah! I mean... yes sir!" replied Claire, "The data! You want me to analyze it, right?"

"Yes... then I want you to print it, and have it on my desk as soon as possible. Got it?"

"Yes sir! Haaah!"

"Good..." he then turned around as he began walking off, "Hector may have you in his pocket, but I do not. Remember that."

"Wh... what?"

But before Clarence could press him for more information, the dog walked off, leaving him alone in his cubicle with his eyes wide and jaw slack. It wasn't until a few moments passed that the fox spun around and looked at his computer monitor, sweat streaking down his body like bullets.

What the fuck did that 'have you in his pocket' comment mean!? Did Biffle somehow know what he and Hector had been doing? Nooooooo, no no no! That can't be it, right? Like, holy shit! Does Hector have loose lips or something like that? Oooooor... or! Or maybe he's known for doing something like this; picking cute, sexy, and smart young men like himself to have his way with!

Uhhh... how was that supposed to make him feel? Angry? Annoyed?

...

...

Turned on?

Shit... Linda was right; he really was simping.

Look, okay, fine it's not like Clarence has to worry about such a thing. It's just casual sex, right? Casual, kinky, dangerous, naughty, scandalous, delicious sex. Mmmm... sex so good, it's making his penis hard righ--

"Can you go down?" he whispered to the tower threatening to show in his pants.

This was the worse! Here he was in his cubicle, and he was threatening to start popping boners on his first true day of work. Get a hold of yourself, Clarence! Hector is one thing, paying one's bills is something else entirely! He needed to just focus and work. He'd deal with these conflicting feelings towards his boss when he's off of work.

Y-yeaaaah...

Okay, data analyzing time. Going to his work e-mail and, yup, right there! So with a crack of his fingers, it was time to start analyzing.

Everything was going well. Numbers, letters, words; they all flew by his surprisingly sharp eyes. Leaning over his desk slowly, Clarence handled everything needed of him. The data sheet was filled out in no time; dates were listed, names were filed, and locations placed down. Now all needed now was--

"Crap... where do I print this off at...?"

Searching through his computer, he saw the office had a printer named 'Knight Rider'... for some reason. But, uh, where the hell was 'Knight Rider' at? Palming his head, he began fretting, worrying he was already making a mess of things even though he hadn't done anything wrong yet. Just the fears of a man with first day jitters. So he took in a deep breath, looked around, then pulled out of his cubicle, gazing out towards his surroundings where he saw--

"Ah! Avery!"

"Uh? Huh?"

Avery was Clarence's direct superior, as he had come to learn during orientation. She was a young woman who was probably only a few years older than him. Half-human, half-human squirrel, she had long blonde hair, square-shaped glasses, and this somewhat sullen look to her. This look led on to her personality, which was typically indifferent and out of the way. Her dedication to the job however, was without equal.

"Mmm? Is something wrong, Mr. D'Lion?" she asked, before shrugging her shoulders, "And please, refrain from calling me 'Avery' during the day. We must be more professional than that."

"Huh? Oh, right! Uh... Miss Key... uhhh... hmm..." he looked around briefly, before pointing at his computer monitor, "Do you know where... uhh... 'Knight... Rider'... is?"

"Mueh heh heh..."

"Huh?"

Hearing him say 'Knight Rider' like that, had the bespectacled squirrel giggling aloud. It was honestly the first time he had seen her make a face other than aloof indifference, and it took him aback. Umm, what was with this 'Knight Rider' thing that had her laughing? Was it some inside joke he didn't get?

"Knight Rider is upstairs. Floor six," Avery explained.

"Ooooh... what? Why? Why isn't it here on this floor?"

"That's why it's called 'Knight Rider'," she replied, which only further muddled the waters for him.

"What? That... what? That doesn't make any... okay, fine, whatever. Floor six, right?"

"Yes. I recommend you hurry; you don't want to be on the receiving end of the supervisor's ire..." Avery replied as she began walking off, heading towards her own cubicle.

Clarence pouted momentarily, which only grew wider as he swore he heard Avery chuckling as she slipped from view. Now his mind was really brimming with curiosity to what this 'Knight Rider' joke was, but whatever; he'll figure it out soon. For now, he focused on getting this data sheet printed out for his supervisor. So after queuing it up for 'Knight Rider' he grabbed a manila folder from his desk and headed for the elevator.

It was empty, and so he tapped the '6' button without thinking much of it. All the while, he swore he heard what sounded like a legally distinct version of 'Feels Good Inc.' playing from the elevator's speakers. Not what he thought would be playing, but it's not like he's the buildings DJ. No, no, focus on floor six.

Up one floor. Up and another. Oh, hey, floor four... isn't that Hec--

Ding!

The door opened, and he heard...

"Coming in."

"Uhh!?"

Clarence stepped back... and Hector walked in. And on his lips laid that damned, overpowering, overwhelming, enthralling, magnetizing, sexy, fucking smirk!

Hector's brown eyes met Claire's green ones, and the fox immediately felt his heart shake. His superior didn't need to say a word; he never needed to say a word. The mere look in his eye was more than strong enough.

"Where are you going, Claire?" the lion asked as the elevator doors closed behind him.

"Uhh... up... f-floor six?" he replied with a chuckle as he pointed at his folder, "I'm going to... heh heh... K-Knight Rider...!"

"Hohohohohoho! Knight Rider! Ooooh... sounds fun," Hector said in a knowing manner as he placed his hands together before his pelvis, "I hope it treats you well."

"Uh-huh... uhhh..."

Clarence didn't know what to say, considering how... well... _bizarre_their relationship was. If they even had a relationship, that is. It's not like they were dating, obviously. But... with that whole 'he's in Hector's pocket' comment, Claire was left wondering what they were really. Was he just the lion's sexy, naughty little fuck toy to blow some steam off with?

Hhmmm... honestly... wouldn't be too bad...

Clarence thought about asking him. Here they were, alone in this elevator, going up and up and up... now was as good a time as ever to just--

Gu-gugnkgnggngngngnnnnggg...

"Huh? What was--"

GRANK!

"Ah!?"

The elevator shook, with Clarence grabbing the handles to brace himself, and Hector standing tall like nothing happened. He just looked up, raised a curious eyebrow, and acting completely coy and indifferent to his subordinate's cries.

"What was that?" Claire asked, while Hector's eyes moved over towards the elevator's signpost that showed which floor they were on... and how it was noticeably glitched.

"Of course," Hector muttered with a roll of his eyes, "Looks like we're a bit trapped, Mr. D'Lion."

"We are what? Trapped? Oh don't tell me; the elevator broke down?"

"Looks like it," his boss replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "Haaah... I should really call a contractor to look into this sometime..."

"Oh man! Oh man oh man oh man! This can't be happening!" Clarence muttered as he clambered at the door, "Supervisor Biffle' gonna be pissed if I don't get that data sheet on his desk! And for this to..." his eyes darting around, "Ugh! For this to happen now!"

"Don't worry, it's a downed elevator, he'll understand," Hector said as his hand fell upon Claire's shoulder, immediately locking him in place, "And if he doesn't, well... I'll just talk to him personally on your behalf."

"You uh... heh... you will...?"

Clarence didn't know what to say, and he looked up at Hector from out the corner of his eye. The lion had that damn disarming smile on his face, calming Clarence down who felt that... yeah, everything would be okay. A-OK, in fact. It was... heh... it was nice and... and... well...

Hector may have you in his pocket, but I do not. Remember that.

But uh... yeah, that. That thought had him... uh... well, _thinking_things. Those ugly and confusing thoughts of their 'relationship' reared its ugly head once again, leaving Clarence stammering in place while Hector's hand dragged down his back. He could even feel the hint of the lion's claws as they teased him through his clothes. It sent a shiver down his spine, and almost by instinct, his tail flicked up.

Clarence's cheeks burned red, while Hector laughed.

"Already thinking with that part of your body? Huh... I must really be your type!" he commented, while Clarence palmed his tail down to stop it from rising... which failed spectacularly.

Now Hector was really laughing and Clarence was really embarrassed, palming his face as it turned as red as a tomato. But even in this embarrassment, he found a sense of enjoyment from it. He began laughing too at the situation, finding it funny how they were trapped in this elevator...

Together...

Well, it's only natural where his mind began to roam, isn't it?

And with how... ahem... exciting this situation became, not to mention how dangerous Hector had proven himself to be, weeellll...

Clink... clank...

Oooooh, that sent a shiver down Clarence's spine; that was the sound of Hector's belt being undone. The tightness in the fox's own pants became impossible to deal with, and his entire body began to shake and shiver right there on the spot. All the while Hector came closer and closer, bending over where his lips laid near Claire's ear, and he whispered...

"It's such a shame how things went on that train... I got to feel how tight your ass was, but never got to see how tight your mouth_was. Heh... care to _share?"

No... indecision...

"Yeah... heh..."

Turning around, Claire's eyes fell upon Hector and his throbbing cock. So... this is what it looks like, huh? It was so... big, for lack of better wording. The size of it appeared larger than any partner he's ever had, that's for sure. It hung out of his pants; red, bulbous, and with those feline barbs at the tip. From the tip oozed a bit of precum, and it gave such a lively throb as well.

Attracted, Clarence walked over towards Hector, who retained that coy and suave smile on his lips. And when the lion's hand fell upon his head, the fox shivered in place, his kooky smile spreading out on his lips. Slowly he was pushed down, resting on his knees before Hector and his throbbing penis. Reaching out for him, Clarence placed his hands upon the lion's pelvis, whose long and thick cock throbbed over his head like a looming tower.

Its heat was unrivaled, its smell intoxicating, and it's taste? Ooooh... well... gotta see, right? So Clarence opened his mouth and--

"Mmmfff..."

"Haaah... that's better..."

His mouth sealed over Hector's penis, sucking him down to the base as his head bobbed up and down. It was slow and arduous, purposefully taunting and leading his boss on. The fox had a surprising skill with his fellatio. His tongue slowly stroking around, running along the veins, the sides, the barbs at the top; everything.

And when he did, ooooooh, the taste. The salt, the sweat, the precum; it all mixed and oozed together upon Clarence's tongue. He moaned around Hector's length, his chest ruminating as he took in a deep breath through his nose. It was almost too much for him, but his boss' calming hand on his head kept him in place.

So he sucked...

And he sucked...

And he sucked some more...

"Mmmmmfff..."

"Haaah... that's a good naughty boy," Hector remarked as he pushed more of his girthy length into Clarence's mouth, "Mmm.. more of that, sweetheart."

The fox nodded, his smile growing despite having a mouthful of cock. Sinking down even deeper, he pulled Hector's burly lion cock straight into his throat. It was a tight fit, but that's what his boss wanted, right? To see how tight his mouth was? Well, he was getting it! The way his throat squeezed and clenched, sealing down hard over this throbbing length; Clarence truly knew a thing or two about fellatio.

But above all, what the fox wanted to do was make Hector moan. The lion just had this completely unbreakable facade that he wanted to see quiver, at the very least. But no... Hector just looked at him, his brown eyes seizing in tightly upon Claire's soft face as he sucked his dick. And that grin was only growing wider and wider.

Damn him and that sexy, cocky fucking grin! It drove Clarence to suck harder against his penis, trying to make his smile away... but ultimately failing over and over again. But... that's not completely true, because-

"Aaahhh..."

Hector grunted, one that slid into a moan... and then his grin seemed to double in size, flashing his savage lion fangs. Clarence felt his heart jolt in place as he was suddenly pulled up, dragging his lips off of Hector's dick as it laid glistening with spit and pre. Gooey bridges extended from Clarence's lips to his boss' dick, breaking as he pulled away further and further.

He knew what was coming next...

Hector's movements were all so flawless, coming around to unbuckle Clarence's pants. Slowly...

Gently...

All whilst whispering into his ear...

"I think the best part of having you work for me, is that I can call you to my office for a little R&R whenever I'd like... and no one would think anything about it."

To that, all Clarence could do was whimper. There was something so deliciously wrong about Hector's statement that had him shivering in place. Yes, it is wrong for a boss to abuse their position over a subordinate in such a personal way. But in that wrong, taboo thrill of it all, he found his body growing hotter, rushing with this erotic need that could only be satiated by...

Well, getting even hotter.

Hector turned Clarence around, with the fox palming the walls to brace himself for what was about to come. A bit of deja vu too; he remembered how this went the last time.

But his mind drifted off the moment his pants fell down, coming to his ankles while Hector palmed his hip. It felt good, feeling his body kneaded under the caress of a far stronger lover. It did not take long for everything to become perfectly aligned, with Hector's cock teasing the entrance to Claire's ass. All it took was one, decisive--

"Nnnnggghhhh!!!"

Penetration like this... it should hurt! All he did was suck Hector's cock, and there was no lube in play. And yet, the way the lion controlled everything, there was no pain, no discomfort. It just came sliding into Claire's ass, pushing in all the way straight to his deepest core. The fox leaned in and arched his back, moaning aloud as his ass was claimed by his big, burly boss.

The barbs slicked and plucked at his insides, stroking along them and raising Clarence's pleasure to unimaginable heights. From the size, to the angle, to the way he pushed it in and pulled out; everything Hector did and had was without equal. The fox clawed at the wall in front of him, creating a few faded lines, but he cared not. Not as he was fucked by his ever so skilled lover.

It hurt. But it felt so damn good! This intense rush of thrilling pleasure that came sliding into his ass, over and over and over again. Clarence began moaning as Hector picked up the pace, running his cock through the full gamut of his subordinate's ass. He kept picking up the pace, thrusting into Clarence as it got easier and easier and easier. And as it got easier, boy, did it get louder.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"Auuughhh!!!"

Hector's strength made the sound bounce from their bodies, mixing with Claire's shameless moans. And these noise further bounced off the walls of their tight elevator confides, funneling into the fox's ears so that all he heard was himself.

Himself getting fucked...

Like in the metro, the silver walls of the elevator were surprisingly clean and reflective. Looking up, his gaze met his own... and the expression of slutty desire he had on. There was no shame here, not as he was getting the fucking of a lifetime here in this tight elevator. Pounded and pounded and pounded away, with slick movements that continued to grow easier yet stronger.

It ruminated through his anus; waves of pleasure... waves of_taunting_ pleasure. Claire knew it; Hector was just _teasing_him! At any moment, the lion could so easily drop him with an overwhelming orgasm... but he didn't! Why? Was this nothing more than torture?

Well... yes!

Hector's saucy grin remained as he slammed away into Claire's anus, making his moans grow louder and louder. The fox arched up, his tail springing high, further offering everything he had to his thrusting boss. And the lion took it so easily. He grabbed Clarence's tail, pulling it to garner a loud and cute 'YIP!?' noise from his lips, which he responded with a mere chuckle on his part.

A mere chuckle... aaahh! Such a cocky di--

THRUST!

"AAAHH!?"

Oh, now Hector was getting into it. Rutting deeper into Clarence, the fox could feel his boss' cock starting to pulsate and throb in such a strange, irregular manner. It tightened as well, and he swore he felt it put on another inch of size. Regardless, Claire knew what was coming; Hector was about to cum.

Good.

Please.

Yes!

Do it!

Just come out and do--

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hey! Is anyone there!?" a voice came through the opposite end of the elevator doors.

"Mmmfff!?"

Claire covered his mouth, stifling his moans as best he could... but the same could not be said for Hector's thrusting. If anything, the lion began slamming even harder into the fox, making his eyes widen as he was pushed up hard against the wall.

"Yes, it's me, Hector and... Mr. D'Lion," replied his boss, his voice calm and composed... as if he wasn't currently fucking Claire into a corner, "It seems the elevator's gotten into a bit of a jam."

"Yeah boss, sorry about that," replied the voice from the other end, "We already have someone working on it right now. It shouldn't be much longer before it comes together. Hah, you know how these things are."

"Yes... heh... I know," he replied.

And all the while...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"MMMMMMGGHHH!!!"

Clarence couldn't take it anymore; he had reached his end. Anymore of this and he'd scream, no doubt revealing what was going on in these tight walls. But before he'd even get the chance to scream - before his hand could even drop from his mouth - Hector twisted, angled, and--

THRUST!

Right into Claire's prostate. And... well...

"HRRMMMGGGHHPHHHH!?"

His eyes twitched and his dick exploded, sending his white-hot cream spurting out all over the wall, floor, and even some of the handle in front of him. He kept cumming too, shooting a load he didn't know he had inside of him. And with Hector there, still deep inside of him, it drew out his climax further and further and further.

But nothing hit quite as hard as--

"Hmm..."

"NNGHGHGH!?"

Yeah, that.

The lion came, filling Claire's ass with a load unlike any other... well, save for the one he gave him in that metro, of course. It came spurting hard, causing Claire to shoot a few last bits of dribbling seed upon the floor in front of him, while Hector pulled out eeevveeerr soooooo sloooowwwlllyyy...

And...

Shlap...

"Aahhh!?"

Clarence fell down upon his knees before the wall, gasping and groaning as his anus twitched and his cock did likewise. Gazing into his slutty expression, he was left wondering... just how often would this happen between him and his boss?

And why did he like it so much?

"You might want to stand up, Mr. D'Lion," said Hector, the sound of him buckling up his pants echoing into the tight elevator, "The elevators here break down semi-often, so don't be surprised if the doors open soon."

"Huaaaahhh...? Uhhh...? Oh!"

It took a couple of moments for the information to slip into his mind, but once he did, Clarence quickly shot up, and just as quickly scrambled to cover himself up. And once he did, well, he face-palmed himself in shear disbelief. This really happened again? Jeeze, he really was just Hector's fucktoy!

It hung on his lips; this desire to know where things stood between them... but then the elevator jerked, moving finally which doubled Clarence's speeds. Hector laughed hardily at his subordinates embarrassment, but then he reached his hand out, gripping the fox by the shoulder and pulling him in, a touch that had Claire's eyes doubling in size and his mouth clamping shut. His embarrassment continued to rise, but Hector's calm, and coy mannerisms were just so...

Well... calming... heh... and that feeling only continued.

"I hope Supervisor Biffle doesn't give you too hard a time," Hector said, "He's always tough on new guys, but he's a good man at heart. And don't be afraid to ask for help here, especially if it's Miss Key. She's a bit tense... but a good woman too."

"Uh-huh... but... wait, Hector, I--"

Ding!

Suddenly the doors opened, revealing floor six and the people waiting on the other side. Eyes were attracted to the two, worried for their safety, and completely unaware of what happened behind closed doors. Clarence gazed back like a deer caught in headlights, up until he was nudged forward by Hector's burly hand.

"I believe this is floor six, Mr. D'Lion. Don't you have a data sheet you need to collect?" he said, though it took a few moments for Claire to process this.

"Huh? Oh! Right... ahem... th-thanks, Mr. McDonald," he said whilst stepping through the doors.

"Don't mention, Mr. D'Lion. And please, have a good day."

Their eyes met; green on brown... then green on silver as the elevator doors closed shut. Clarence was asked if he was okay by a few of his co-workers, but he merely nodded it off. It was just a stuck elevator; nothing crazy. He needed to find 'Knight Rider' and get his data sheet... but he also needed to get away from the others so he could... think a little bit.

As he made his way towards the printer/copier room, Clarence felt a bit naive and childish. What? Was he hoping some relationship would spring up between him and Hector? Or was the sex so good that he was hoping it was more than just that; hot sex. The fox... wasn't so sure. He knew if he told this to Linda, she'd have a few words to give, but really, this wasn't her decision to make.

And really... he wasn't sure if it was his decision to make either. Ultimately, the question was simple...

Who is Hector McDonald? He didn't actually know a lot about his boss, did he? Well, other than the fact that he was secretly really, really kinky! But... like... who was he at home? What were his likes? His dislikes? What kind of person was he outside of the type who'd fuck someone on a moving metro train, or in his office, or in an elevator? Hell, was he gay, bisexual, or something else?

Once again; just who is Hector McDonald?

Clarence... didn't know... but as he came to his destination - that printer named 'Knight Rider' - he found himself... smiling. Yeah, like some crushing schoolgirl, his mind was filled with the mystery that is Hector McDonald...

And there was this burning desire to unravel that mystery. Hmm... maybe some day. For now...

"There you are. Heh, let's get you back to Biffle's desk," Clarence said as he slid his data file into his folder, turning around as he hugged it close to his chest.

And as he exited the printer/copier room, he did so with a smile on his face, his tail wagging high... and his anus twitching furiously.

Damn... it was gonna be hard sitting for the rest of the day, wasn't it?