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Starting out at a new job was never easy. Clementine Alani was more than aware of that fact, especially on moving to a new town. Being near the city made things at least a little easier, especially for a recent graduate, but she had such a great start in her old town! In the end, though, it couldn't be helped; her boyfriend was the one who had the biggest hand in such matters, and his own career had seen him getting a transfer to Falkes, a city out on the east coast. A lot further than Clementine had ever expected to go from southern California, where she'd been born and raised.

So move they did, as much as Clementine's parents were staunchly against the idea. There were new opportunities to be had there, she had assured them.

Not that it was panning out.

Her days now were spent trolling job hunting boards, trying to find somewhere a young accountant could get a foothold. No matter how many resumes she sent in, nor how many assurances her old boss gave her that they were giving her only the most glowing of reviews to any potential employers, everything seemed to be falling flat on its face.

And that was only the most pressing of her problems. Moving with Doug was not only supposed to mean increased opportunities- he had promised, once he'd settled in to his new job, to finally put a ring on her finger. That day, however, did not seem to be coming. On top of that, he spent more and more time in the office.

Away from her.

Early mornings and late nights meant she often ate alone, and her other needs went unanswered. It was starting to get on her nerves.

As frustrated as she was, though, she tried to keep her focus. She had to find a job and get self sufficient. Then she could deal with Doug and whatever in the world it was that he had on his plate.

But as close as she was to giving up altogether, she kept trying to keep her head up... and just when she felt like she was at the end of her rope, an email reply finally appeared in Clementine's inbox. Her ears perked immediately, and she just about pressed her nose directly into the screen to read it, tail wagging wildly behind her.

"Ms. Alani, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for round one of our interview process at Hoppe Group!" The excitement was clear in her voice, and she was very nearly bouncing in her seat. "Please select from the following times- yes! Oh thank god, finally! It's a chance, if nothing else-!"

Just about leaping out of her seat to throw her hands in the air, unruly blonde waves bouncing around her slim frame, the mutt twirled in place, shimmying her hips with a brilliant grin as she hopped back and forth on her toes.

This was it; this was the chance she needed!

Trying to shake out her excitement as best she could, reminding herself that it was just an interview and she shouldn't get her hopes up, Clementine slid herself back into her chair, quickly typing up the most professional response she possibly could.

Maybe it was only a first interview, but that was all she needed. She was smart, she had great previous experience, and her eagerness to please had always gotten her top marks.

She wasn't about to screw this up!

The email sent, the mutt bounced back to her feet, hurrying into the other room to gather up her folders, throwing on a pair of shorts and a sweater so she could run over to the print shop to print her resume and cover letters. No one could doubt her professionalism. Now she just had to make sure that the impression she made was the best one from the word go!

---

The day of the interview came almost too slowly. In the intervening days, she'd hoped Doug would get enthusiastic with her, but like most other nights these days, he simply made a half agreeable sound, kissed her on the cheek, and went to bed. Not even a hint of celebratory "fun." But she refused to let that get her down.

Once she got the job, things would turn around.

At the moment, she was seated in a tidy office, her soft blonde hair twisted up into a tidy bun on the back of her head, fur cleaned and fluffed, wearing a proper white blouse and black pencil skirt, all adorned with her favorite black heels. The outfit was a little bit snug, but she looked good in it. There wasn't any harm!

There were butterflies in her stomach, but half of it was excitement more than unease. It was her first job interview in three whole years; who wouldn't be just a teensy bit nervous?

The minutes ticked by until finally, the door opened and in strode a massive Alaskan malamute wearing a fitted dress shirt and slacks, a warm smile on his face as he offered out a hand to shake hers. "You must be Miss Alani. I'm so sorry about the wait; my name is Keaton Foster. Welcome to Hoppe Group! I hope you didn't have any trouble getting here."

"Oh, none at all, Mr. Foster." She returned the handshake with a beaming smile, green eyes bright. "Thank you so much for having me"

He grinned right back, and she swore for a moment that she saw his eyes dip below her collar. The puzzled moment was shaken off quickly, however, when he began to speak. "Of course! You clearly he the qualifying experience we look for in our employees, and you have excellent references. Our founder, Mr. Hoppe, actually was good friends with the founder of Hawkins & Sons, where you worked before. An excellent company with a fantastic reputation."

That was even better news than Clementine could've hoped for, and she sat up a bit straighter, still beaming. "Mr. Hawkins's son runs the company currently, and he was an excellent boss. I was very proud to work for them."

"Good to hear! That's a fantastic first step." His grin softened somewhat, and now his eyes tuned to her resume. "Now, a few questions for you..."

The rest of the interview proceeded exactly as Clementine had expected and rehearsed for. Mr. Foster was very bright and alert, and she couldn't help but notice he was very handsome as well. That was a thought she swallowed hard, doing her best to focus on the interview at hand... even if she swore she kept catching him stealing glances, some more lingering than others, on the curve of her ample breasts She had far more important things to worry about than how good he looked in those tailored slacks!

Of course, it had been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that...

She quickly shook off the thought. This was a professional interview! She was probably just misinterpreting.

In the end, the malamute gave a slow nod, then smiled up at her, going to stand and indicating she should do the same as he offered a hand again. "Well, I have to say, Miss Alani, you are by far the most capable applicant I've spoken to today. Normally this is a bit outside of protocol, but the job is yours, if you want it."

Immediately, Clementine's half flopped ears perked up, eyes going wide as she reached out to accept the offered hand. "I would be honored, Mr. Foster!"

"Excellent!" He grinned broadly, inclining his head forward. "Mrs. Egan will send you an email tomorrow with your offer letter, and we've already discussed the rate of pay for this position. You'll be working directly under me, and you'll start next Monday if that sounds good to you."

It was all Clementine could do not to bounce right out of her skirt with excitement, giving his hand another firm shake. "That sounds perfectly fine, Mr. Foster, thank you."

His grin broadened at that, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "You're quite welcome, Miss Alani. Welcome to the family."

---

If Clementine couldn't contain her excitement, it was clear that Doug really could have cared less. The beagle mix came in late as always, and despite his girlfriend's very clear enthusiasm, he didn't seem to really share in it.

And as always, when bedtime rolled around, he barely responded to her. Clementine had even put on her best lingerie, her tail hiked, lounging in bed with her supple rear facing the door... but all he'd done was pat one of her cheeks before climbing into bed with a yawn and a "Maybe tomorrow night, Clem. It was a long day."

It was infuriating.

Through the next few days, she did manage to get him to lay hands on her once, though he seemed less than enthusiastic as he bent her over the bed, thrusting his cock lazily into her, never quite scratching the itch she'd had almost since they moved. He'd even had the audacity to cum inside her and pull out, leaving her be without even getting her off!

Unfulfilled and unsatisfied, at least now she didn't have to stew at home during it. Part of her went back to Mr. Foster, that sturdy malamute who'd soon be her direct boss. Those tailored slacks left so very little to the imagination, and she just knew he'd been checking her out.

With his stature, he must've been hung, with a knot to match-

Quickly, Clementine stamped that thought out, despite the growing wetness she felt between her legs at the thought. He was going to be her boss; she couldn't just come onto him or think about him like that. It was a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen! But the thought was there, and she found herself retreating to the bedroom while she waited for Doug to get home.

For the moment, she was thankful she'd remembered to pack her old "toys." Fishing around in the bag until she found the one she wanted, she arranged herself on the bed, tossing her clothes aside first before setting into rubbing furiously at her clit, whimpering as her need grew. Her fantasies drifted to the big malamute instead playing with her, rubbing and licking her pussy, wetness dripping from her as he eagerly lapped up every drop.

The toy she'd chosen was considerably bigger than Doug- she always had preferred bigger men sexually, but Doug was stable, and stable was what she thought she'd needed.

Stable didn't get her off, though.

Once she was suitably wet, she started to ease the fake cock inside her, mouth dropping open on a moan as it split her apart in ways she hadn't been for years. "Mr. Foster- oh, Keaton, your cock- your cock's so good..."

The words fell from her mouth in a steady pant, and she finally shoved the dildo home, crying out and gripping the pillow as she rolled over, whimpering and moaning as she slammed the silicone cock into herself over and over again, the knot at its base sending excited shivers through her frame. Each time she slammed it home, she shoved harder and harder, mouth hanging open as she panted and gasped.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, Keaton, yes- knot me, sir, please knot me, fill me with your puppies I'm yours I'm your bitch I'm yours-!"

Finally, she managed to shove the knot in, her pussy stretching around it before enveloping it entirely, the dildo crammed into her as far as she could go. The sensation tore the first orgasm she'd had in months from her, legs jerking and kicking as she screamed out her pleasure, hips jerking over and over again until she was fully spent.

Groaning, she buried her face in the pillow, trying to resettle herself. She needed to get this out of her system before Monday.

Everything would be perfectly fine; she just knew it.

---

By the time Monday had come, Clementine had gotten herself off with the toy at least two more times. Doug had an important, urgent business drip, and so he hadn't been home at all. Clementine, for what it was worth, just focused on getting ready for her first day at her new job.

When she arrived, Mr. Foster was waiting for her, a warm smile on his handsome face as he gave her a tour of the office, introducing her politely to new coworkers who smiled and waved and shook her hand. It was a pleasant enough environment; everyone seemed genuinely kind and happy to be here. And in the end, he led her into his office, shutting the door behind her. Had she heard the click of a lock?

No, surely she was imagining things.

She sat when he gestured for her to, leaning against the edge of the desk. "Welcome to your first day, Miss Alani! Are you excited to be here?"

"I'm very excited, Mr. Foster. Everyone seems very happy to be here; that's always great to see in a new workplace."

"We work hard to make sure all our employees are happy," he informed her, nodding his head forward. "I think you'll definitely enjoy it here."

It was hard for Clementine to contain her excitement. "I'm sure I will."

The malamute's smile widened, and he turned to arrange some things on his desk. "Right then. So I think all your paperwork is in order, but today we just want to focus on training. If you're all right with that, we'll get started right away."

"Whatever you say, sir!"

"Good. Exactly what I like to hear." When he turned around this time, he was watching her with an almost predatory look, and he reached out to gently cup her chin, tipping her head up towards him. "You are the prettiest new hire we've had in a while."

Clementine's heart skipped at the touch. This was not what she had expected to be happening! Deep in her chest, she knew she should push him away, quit on the spot, leave! But his touch was so gentle, his thumb lightly rubbing into the fur of her cheek. God, she should not have spent so many times getting off picturing him railing her into oblivion. "S-sir...?"

His smile widened as he leaned down closer to her. "You noticed I hire mostly men, other than Mrs. Egan. And she sort of turns the other cheek. You're the only woman working in this office right now, so you'll have some... extra duties. You may even get a bonus. But no one touches you without both our express permission. This time, though, I want to make sure I get to... test you out."

Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she swallowed hard. Her brain was screaming at her to say something, tell him no, jerk her head away. But before she could, he'd captured her lips in a kiss, and she let her mouth fall open without any hesitation. A moan rippled out of her as his tongue slid inside her mouth, rolling around hers, pressing into it, exploring every crevice within. His free hand had already reached out, groping one of her breasts, making an approving sound when the nipple hardened beneath his touch.

He was grinning when he leaned back, watching her dazed expression, hand never leaving her breast. The other soon joined it, cradling and caressing the other as she gasped, letting out a shuddering moan. "Mr. Foster-"

"If you don't tell me to stop, Miss Alani, I am going to fuck you on this desk. I assure you, this room is very well soundproofed."

It was her final chance to say something, but as he gave her that option, he pinched her nipples hard through the fabric of her bra and blouse, and she cried out, shivering.

He grinned.

"Just what I like to hear."

Releasing her breasts, his hands went to his belt, undoing the buckle to shove down his underwear and pants, revealing his cock, already most of the way out of its sheath. It was even bigger than she'd imagined it, and her eyes went huge. How was she supposed to take all of that? But her gasp only gave him the opportunity he wanted, and he reached forward to grab her bun and pull her head forward, shoving his length into her open maw with a low groan.

Clementine choked at first. He was the biggest she'd had in her life, and she felt tears in her eyes as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, the tapered head pressing into her throat. He didn't let up, either, as his cock slid the rest of the way out of its sheath. Whether or not she was willing, he was going to hilt himself in her throat.

Not particularly wanting to choke, she lifted her hands to his hips and began trying to reciprocate. Her tongue worked against the underside of his cock as he gently rocked against her face, swallowing around him as he went deeper and deeper. Finally, he hilted fully inside her mouth, her nose buried against his fur, the girth of his cock bulging out her slim throat.

And then, he began fucking her face in earnest.

It was all Clementine could do to hold on to his hips as he gripped her hair, hilting himself again and again in her throat. No one had ever been this rough to her, but she felt herself growing wet, and she was moaning between the desperate gasps of air and wet sounds coming from her mouth as he used her like a sleeve. Her eyes rolled back to gaze up at him, and he was smiling down at her.

A grin that widened when he watched her finally release his hips and reach down to hurriedly unbutton her blouse and undo the front latch on her bra, releasing her breasts, nipples hard in the room's cool air. They bounced free with the force of his thrusts for a few moments before she began squeezing and pinching her own nipples, and the sight got a groan out of him, roughly pulling out of her mouth at last.

He still didn't give her any reprieve. As she was coughing and gasping for air, he was gripping her to pick her up and bend her over his desk, holding her down with her arms pinned behind her and her breasts pressed hard against the mahogany surface. His free hand pushed up her skirt, roughly shoving down the black lace panties she wore to shove two fingers directly into her pussy, laughing a little when she cried out.

"Black panties and soaking wet," he murmured. "You wanted this, didn't you? Tell me you wanted me to fuck you, Miss Alani."

He thrust his fingers into her, hard and fast, and she cried out again, gasping and whimpering as she rested her cheek on the desk. "Y-yes-! Yes, Mr. Foster sir, I wanted... I wanted you to fuck me-!"

Shifting his hand so he could rub her clit hard, pinching it between his fingers, he grinned. "Do you want my knot?"

"I want your knot, sir! Please!"

"Tell me you're my bitch, Clementine Alani."

"...sir?"

He pinched her clit hard enough to be painful then, tugging on it gently as she cried out, hips writhing against the desk. "I'm- I'm your bitch, sir! I'm your bitch, you can fuck me as much as you want-!"

Rumbling his approval, he released her clit to reach up and pull off his tie. He only released her hands for long enough to bind them, almost tight enough to hurt. Then, his one hand returned to her pussy to shove three fingers inside her, his other hand reaching to grab her throat and pull her towards him, arching her back as she gasped. "You'll be a good little accountant, but you're also our sex toy. If someone comes in here stressed and they want to fuck you, then they take you to the conference room and fuck you." A squeeze to her throat. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Clementine was almost beside herself with pleasure as he fingered her roughly, the restriction on her throat turning her on even more. She was so close to coming, and coming harder than she had with Doug for a long time. "I- I do-"

"He's clearly not doing a good job then. I've never seen a woman this wound up." His hand tightened again, and Clementine had to struggle to breathe as he continued slamming his fingers into her eager tunnel. "Do you want to cum?"

A sharp thrust of his hand and she cried out, trembling. "Yes!"

"Then cum. Won't be the last time, sweetheart, I promise."

The order in his low, rough baritone was all it took. Clementine's orgasm crashed against her like a tidal wave, mouth falling open in a shriek of pleasure as he continued to thrust his fingers into her clenching pussy. It was as she was coming down from that high that all at once, he removed his fingers. Before she could protest, however, she felt something much thicker at her entrance.

He gave her no warning, instead slamming all the way home with his thick cock, his knot knocked up against her pussy. She swore her belly must have been bulging from the sheer length and girth of him, but right now she was too deep in pleasure to care.

"Please, sir, fuck me, fuck me until I can't stand it, I want to be your bitch-!"

The malamute growled lowly, and though she couldn't see his grin, she could hear it as he squeezed her throat. "I can't deny such a pretty request."

He wasted no time, then, plowing into her, hard and fast. His thrusts were powerful, causing the table to shudder beneath her, her breasts bouncing and swaying hard from the force. Every thrust slammed his knot up against her pussy, spread out so much already by his impressive girth. All Clementine could do for now, though, was moan and beg, panting hard as he continued to thrust into her. Every now and then, he would switch his pace, favoring a few slow, agonizing, deep thrusts before stunning her with a rough, powerful one. And it was at the peak of one of these that Clementine came again, writhing underneath him.

But his thrusts did not stop. He continued slamming into her as her pussy clenched around him and her words became nothing but a mantra of "please sir" over and over, desperate and wanting. This time, he shoved her down hard against the desk, changing his angle, her breasts pressed almost painfully into the desk's surface. The faint friction against her nipples made everything feel even more intense, his hand holding one of her ears as the other reached down to tug gently on her tail.

The third orgasm came almost on the edge of the second as he yanked her tail, pulling with each thrust. Somehow it seemed to give him the drive to fuck her harder. Clementine was left to cum again and again until she was limp against the desk, her legs dangling, whimpering softly. "I can't- please- sir please don't make me cum again-"

"You'll cum again when I tell you, bitch," he grunted. His thrusts were growing erratic, his knot trying to finally find purchase into her abused pussy. "I'm going to fill you up and you'll cum again. You'll do exactly as I say."

Clementine tried to shake her head, pleasure addling her thoughts. Her legs were soaked from her own juices and she genuinely thought she wouldn't be able to cum again.

Then, without warning, he held her down, thrusting once. Twice. A third time and his knot found purchase, stretching her out even further than her toy before becoming locked inside her pussy. The tapered head of his cock slammed hard against the entrance to her womb in that moment, and all at once, Clementine screamed as a final orgasm hit her. Something felt like it snapped in her brain, and all she could focus on was his cock as he began to spray rope after rope of cum into her waiting womb, grinding his hips up against her as her whole body thrashed and shook as much as it could against him.

She came once more as he came inside her, and in the end, as the last bits of his cum were filling her up, she was left panting with her cheek on the desk, tongue hanging out of her mouth as her body trembled with the aftershocks of her climax. Her new boss reached forward, stroking her cheek for a moment before grinning. "And who do you belong to, Clementine?"

She moaned, her eyes drifting up towards him. "...y-you, sir. I'm... I'm your bitch..."

"Do you want me to fill you every day?"

He shoved his hips against her, reminding her they were still locked together, his massive cock speared deep inside her, and she whimpered. "Forever, sir..."

Grinning, he rubbed one of her ears. "Very good girl. When we're in the office, you call me Keaton. Welcome to the family, Clementine. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it here."