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Graham was not terribly fond of his job. The giant panda had previously worked for a big IT firm, before the executives and board of directors decided on mass layoffs to save the bottom line (and line their already over-stuffed pockets, the bastards). The projects he worked on were usually behind schedule, over budget, and poorly executed, and the managers he had worked for were usually underqualified, overpaid, and probably should've gotten the boot more than an expert programmer and coder like him. But, because Graham made the most money, he was among the First Wave that were given a box for his things and not even given so much as a "best of luck to you" before Security escorted him out the building.

Looking back on it, he thought as he drove to his next appointment, the giant panda really dodged a bullet. That company's business practices - namely, making cheap products for even cheaper, and laying off their best talent when that talent got too expensive - would put them out of business within a few years, he was sure. In theory, the giant panda should have been snapped up by any number of IT companies and government contractors in the area, but you couldn't get anywhere without an active security clearance.

Hence why he was now part of the Geek Squad, making house calls to fix everyone's IT problems.

He didn't entirely hate his job - it paid the rent, groceries, and kept the lights on - but other than that, the work was just not satisfying. He'd done some call center work before, where his usual call went something like "My computer won't work," or "My computer's acting weird." Then he would ask the caller, "Is it plugged in, and the monitor turned on?" or "Have you tried turning it off and on again?"

When call centers couldn't figure it out, they sent out guys like Graham.

The giant panda had lost some of the "giant" since he left his sedentary job and began this job, which involved frequent traveling, and often lifting heavy equipment (he was also apparently handy with plumbing problems). He was by no means buff, and wouldn't qualify as a male model anytime soon, but he had defined arms, and just enough padding right where he needed it.

The panda pulled into the parking lot of a condominium, checking his GPS to be sure he had the right address. He then checked his records to remind himself who he was seeing and why he was here. Ugh, another Blue Screen of Death, "and now it won't even start up." Great. Probably another asshole who watched too much porn and downloaded a virus, or a parent who let their grade schooler play on the computer unsupervised. Graham had had way too many of those.

He got out of the car with his gear and started climbing the stairs to his client's condo. When he approached the door, he could hear soft music playing inside. He knocked and a minute or so later, the door opened...and he suddenly liked his job just a little bit more.

His latest client was a female red panda, cute and petite with the fluffiest striped tail he'd ever seen. The red panda was dressed in black yoga pants and a bright blue sports bra...and she was also covered in sweat. She wiped a couple beads of perspiration from her forehead, tucking an errant lock of tied-back auburn hair behind one of her white-tipped ears.

"Oh, hey there!" she said breathlessly, looking a little sheepish. "I'm glad you got here so fast. Sorry for my appearance; I thought you'd be a while, so I started working out..."

"No, don't worry about it, ma'am. May I come in?"

"Yeah, follow me, I'll show you where my computer is."

Her condo was not what he expected, but he was happy to see shelves lining the walls with classic and contemporary Sci-Fi books, movies, and memorabilia. There were a couple framed posters on the wall above her computer desk in the main living space that the geeky panda approved of: "Keep Calm and Don't Blink", and a poster with Darth Vader mimicking Uncle Sam with the words "Your Empire needs YOU." A quick look over his shoulder at the kitchen...aha! Space Invaders fridge magnets. A quick glance over at her TV, and he saw her gaming consoles, though he couldn't tell what types of games she had from this distance. All that was left was...and there it was: a D&D-themed messenger bag. A geek after his own heart.

And hot, to boot.

He sat down at her desktop and pulled the tower out a little bit. "When did you first start having the problem?"

She peered over his shoulder. "A couple nights ago, during Raid Night, of course, it started acting wonky. I ran virus and malware scans, and came up with nothing, but it was still acting up."

"How old's this machine?" he asked.

"Old enough that I should have replaced it by now, but I'm saving for a house. Can't justify buying the new computer yet," she said, brushing the errant lock of hair out her face again.

Graham opened up the tower to take a look inside. He didn't need the can of air he had brought with him - she had obviously cleaned this out, thinking it might solve the problem. "Okay, so what happened last night?"

"Well, I was still having problems, and trying to fix it myself. Then suddenly it just goes Blue Screen of Death, shuts down, and now it won't even start up."

"Please don't get insulted when I ask this, because it helps more often than you'd think: Did you try turning it off and on again?"

She smiled, not insulted at all; apparently she'd had plenty of experience fixing her own computers. "Yup, it just won't turn on. And yes, I've also tried unplugging it, and plugging it back in. I've used friends' computers to Google what the problem might be, but it looked like I should leave this one up to the professionals."

"Probably a good idea. Let me have a look here..." He spent several minutes surveying the computer tower, testing connections and plugs before he gave his diagnosis and began to fix the problem. He turned down her offer for a drink or a snack, grateful though he was. Most of his customers weren't so considerate. Well, except the elderly people he frequently visited to fix their computer woes; the last elderly woman gave him freshly baked snickerdoodles with his fee as a thank-you.

"And this'll fix it?" the red panda asked, curiously watching him over his shoulder.

"It should," he said confidently. He rattled off the other things he did for her (adding RAM, cleaning out the fans, etc.) and he could tell she was excited.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. "You are amazing! I wish I had a fraction of your skill. Smart guys are sexy as hell."

Graham's white cheeks turned bright red. "That's, um...that's really kind of you to say, ma'am."

She flashed a grin at him. "Miriam. You can call me Miriam. Hey, um, do you mind if I finish my workout while that's running?" She pointed at her monitor, showing the progress bar on updates he'd installed.

"Go ahead." Of course he wasn't going to say no! One, she was the customer. Two, they were in her house. And three, like hell he was going to turn down the opportunity to watch a sexy woman in skin-tight clothes bending and twisting. And did she just call him "sexy"?

Well, she most certainly was...and quite flexible too. Miriam laid on her back and did a spinal twist, one leg extended straight, the other knee crossing her body and touching the floor. She repeated on the other side before raising both legs straight up and slowly dropping them, raising them up again right before they touched the floor, and repeated.

"Ab work," she explained between breaths. That's how Graham knew he'd been staring. The panda quickly turned his attention back to his work. Then he noticed her ID badge that she had left next to her messenger bag.

"You work for IntelliCorp?" Graham asked with amazement. Beauty and brains, plus a job at one of the biggest government contractors in the nation. This might be love.

She slowly sat up, pressing a hand against her abs and taking deep breaths. "Yeah, I'm a project manager there, but I really miss software development."

"You were a developer? How long?"

"Eight years," she said as she slowly stood. "I guess I did a good enough job that they gave me a promotion. I had to negotiate a raise, though."

"The raise didn't come with a promotion?"

She huffed, blowing the stubborn lock of hair out of her face again. "You'd be amazed what women in IT have to fight for."

He nodded empathetically. "Not really. I used to work for Comp-U-Inc."

She turned to give him a look that was a cross of pity and outright astonishment. "How did a smart guy like you end up working with them? They're the cheap end of the market!"

"That would explain the layoff..." He mentally kicked himself. How was that any of her business? And why was he opening up to her like this?

She frowned. "Let me guess: you were the highest paid, and they were trying to cut costs everywhere?"

"They even took away the free coffee."

"Jesus Christ! Those sadists took away your coffee?!"

"Yeah, 'sadist' sounds about right."

"What did you do there?" she asked curiously, leaning against the arm of her couch.

"Programming and coding," he replied. "Luckily I had some Help Desk and Infrastructure experience to fall back on."

"No kidding." She fell silent, and Graham tried hard to focus on what her computer was doing. He stared, fixated at the screen, until he heard her cough behind him. "You know, we've been looking for a programmer..."

Graham didn't get his hopes up. "Don't you need a top secret security clearance to work there?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well, we can make exceptions," she said, standing and walking over to check his progress, "If you're really good at what you do, there are ways in."

This was surprising to hear.

"Such as?" he asked, his own curiosity piqued.

He suddenly realized how close she was standing to him, her scent invading his nostrils even more than before. The female musk sent shockwaves through his nervous system, and, embarrassingly, triggering his cock to start thickening and growing. The giant panda shifted in his seat to try and hide the growing bulge. If she was sincere, the last thing he needed was to lose out on a great job opportunity because he got a hard-on.

"Really good references, for one," Miriam said, either not noticing his predicament or not caring. Graham really hoped it was the former. "Plus you need to be able to pass a background check, maybe a poly if needed. You can do that, right?"

"Sure thing," he said, shifting uncomfortably. Frankly, taking a polygraph would've been less stressful than sitting there at that moment, certain that she would notice his erection sooner or later. Mercifully, his current job seemed to be finishing up...

'Come on...' he inwardly begged the machine. 'Come on...90%...91%...95%, yes! Just a few more seconds and I can get outta here without making an ass outta myself...'

Or so he thought.

Then he groaned when the next phase of the software repair began. That would easily take twenty minutes. He either needed some air, or needed to excuse himself to the bathroom, fast. Miriam would notice any minute now.

"Man," she said, "my system must've been hosed. Sorry for all the trouble." She stood a little closer, her scent assaulting his senses and driving him crazy.

"D-Don't worry about it. It's all in the job."

"Still, I feel like I should make it up to you somehow...Oh!"

Shit, she noticed. He chanced a look up into her face, and knew...she definitely noticed. Shit. He waited for her to get pissed off. He waited for her to scream at him to leave, to threaten to call the cops, to...what the hell was she doing?

Miriam had draped her arms over his shoulders, pressing her breasts against the back of his head. "Hmm..." she mused. "I think you've given me a bit of inspiration."

"I-Inspiration?" he gulped.

"Mm-hmm, for how to make it up to you," she purred.

Like she said, Graham was a smart guy; it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was implying. "Y-You don't have to..." he started to say.

She stopped him with her hot breath on his ear. She whispered, "I want to. Will you let me?"

He swallowed hard, trying to come up with the most rational answer he could. His eyes glanced at the monitor. The damn status bar read only 12% completion.

"Professional Me would say no," he said honestly. "That this is unprofessional and uncalled for...but Off-the-Job Me wouldn't stop you. And even if Professional Me tried to stop you...I don't think I could."

Miriam ran her hands down his chest, ghosting her fingers over his belt. His cock jumped at the teasing, aching for actual contact. She saw this and giggled a little.

"Let's say, for the sake of argument," she suggestively said, "That now that it's after five, that both of us are off the clock. What would you say then?"

He sucked in a breath. "I would say dear God yes please do whatever you want."

She turned him around in the swivel chair and faced him. She grinned in triumph. "Good."

The female red panda sank down to her knees in front of him and gently cupped his package through his khakis, eliciting a groan from the larger panda. She wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, undoing the button, and pulling down his zipper. His cock strained against his boxers, already stained with precum. Graham groaned when she licked her lips and gently coaxed his cock out of his pants.

The red panda pressed her nose against the base of his cock and balls and deeply inhaled his musk. She closed her eyes and softly moaned in bliss and when she opened them, she gave him a needy stare. Then began the slow torture of gently kissing and licking his cock from base to tip. She ran her tongue all the way up his length, and swirled it around the thick head before taking him into her mouth.

Graham groaned louder as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Her mouth and tongue felt so good on his bare flesh as she slicked up his dick. Her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock felt even better. But it was when she swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping up every drop of precum, that had him panting and desperate. He placed one hand on her shoulder as encouragement, the other reached for her hair tie and tried to take it out. Her hair looked so thick and luxurious, he'd wanted to run his hands through it since she started. Miriam obliged, pulling away long enough to let her hair down. Thick auburn locks tumbled down her back in glossy waves, framing her small, delicate face. God, she was beautiful.

Much to his delight, she hadn't been idle while she was sucking him off. One hand was deep inside her yoga pants, and he could see through the thin material that she had been rubbing and fingering herself while she worked on him.

"Take those off," he said huskily. "I want to see."

She gave his thick cock one last teasing lick before standing to remove her pants and panties with them. Her fingers and lower lips glistened with her juices. Miriam licked her own fingers, the sight making him groan again. He almost got down on his knees to lick her when she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. She came closer, swung one leg over his hips, and when he realized what she was doing, she had already slipped his cock inside her tight pussy.

Miriam wrapped her arms around his neck as she cooed from impaling herself on the panda's cock, sinking deeper until their hips met. Graham grabbed hold of her ass and rubbed the base of her tail, making her already wet, throbbing slit throb even harder. She moaned and began to move on top of him, raising her hips and sinking back down, biting her lip and throwing her head back in pleasure.

Graham pushed her sports bra up and over her breasts, allowing him to rub, caress, knead, and kiss wherever he wanted. He sucked on her nipples as she picked up the pace riding his cock, moaning louder as she moved harder and faster. He put his hands back on her ass and tugged gently on her tail, making her squirm and roll her hips into his. Fuck, that felt good. He told her to do it again, which she obliged. Fuck, did that feel good! Now when she lifted her hips, she rolled them toward him as she came back down, giving both of them a dose of simultaneous pleasure. Graham was breathless, but nothing compared to Miriam who was doing all the work.

He gripped her hips and started to take as much control as he could in a swivel chair. He planted his feet firmly on the floor and bucked his hips up to meet hers as she came down. The first time he did this, he thought he had been too hard, judging from the loud groan she let out. Then she said "Fuck, do that again!" and he did.

"Oh God, that's it, harder!" she squealed. She returned each of his thrusts with one of her own, frantically crashing their hips together as they neared the precipice together. Graham couldn't hold out much longer, and neither could she. Miriam slipped a hand between them and furiously rubbed her clit, and leaned forward to gently bite and lick his neck. It felt damn good to feel her hot breath against his fur. It felt good to feel her hot, tight pussy gripping his cock, and the subtle touch of her fingers brushing against his cock as she rubbed herself harder and faster.

He thrust harder into her, turning her groans into wanton cries. She didn't bother to stifle herself; she rode him even more forcefully, her body shuddering and beginning to shake. "I'm gonna cum," she breathlessly said. "I'm gonna cum..." she repeated, biting her lip hard to keep in the pleasured scream threatening to come out.

"Me too," he grunted. "Where...?"

"My pussy!" she gasped. "Cum in my pussy! I want to feel it! I want your cum inside me!"

That was all he needed. The thought of emptying himself inside this tight, hot red panda, her pussy overflowing with his cum and dripping out of her slit, was just what he needed. Her moans and finally her orgasmic scream sent him over the edge. He thrust up into her, one last time, coming undone as he came inside her pulsing pussy. He could feel his cum flooding her insides, warm and thick, and even felt it seeping out of her slit and onto his exposed balls. Fuck, that was hot...

Miriam had stilled, breasts rising and falling with her panting, her wavy hair framing her glowing, post-coital face. She slumped against him, totally spent. Graham wrapped his arms around her, sharing her bliss in the afterglow.

After several breathless moments, she asked, "Do you have a resume?"

Graham nearly fell out of the chair. Still panting, and slightly dazed from his own orgasm, he wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. "Wait, what?"

"Do you have a resume?" she panted, still recovering from her climax. How she was able to think of anything other than what they'd just done was inconceivable to the giant panda. Graham took a moment to process what was happening.

"Um, I uh...not on me, but I'm on LinkedIn."

Without pulling off of him, she reached into one of her desk drawers and pulled out a business card. "Add me to your connections..." she slipped it delicately into his shirt pocket, and gently patted it. "And I'll see what I can do for you."

Graham paused. "Wait, were you serious about the job thing earlier?"

She looked at him curiously again. "Of course I was."

"So the sex..." the panda started to ask, but wasn't sure how to finish it.

Miriam started laughing. Brushing tendrils of auburn hair from her face, she realized how it must have looked to him. "Oh, no, I'm not laughing at you, I swear. The sex we just had wasn't a requirement for getting your foot in the door. I just wanted to fuck you, and for you to fuck me. Win-win, right?"

"A sexy woman like you wanted to fuck me?" he asked in disbelief.

She smirked and ran her tongue up his neck, making him gasp. "Like I said," she purred, "Smart guys are sexy. So..." She rolled her hips again, making him groan and his cock start stirring again. "Are you really off-the-clock...or do you have another appointment?"