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I.

Before I tell you how I ended up as I am now, I should go back and explain what happened at the last "real" job I ever had.

"Mr. Bane?" The rather thick deer doe receptionist looked up at me from behind her half-moon reading glasses. "Oscar Bane?"

I stood a bit too quickly and made myself momentarily lightheaded as I was still nervous about landing this job. Carver/Beaglesworth is one of the most prestigious investment firms in town, and this security job would be a huge step up from working as a mall cop!

I'd purchased this brown suit second-hand for the interview here, and it was my only suit do far -- it's hard to find a good suit that fits an otter's unique proportions, especially when you're unemployed! I just hoped she didn't realize it was the same suit.

Smoothing my rumpled suit and whiskers and coming to my senses, I nodded and gathered my briefcase. "Ready! I mean, yes."

She stood from her position behind the command-center-like front desk and regarded me with a bored tone. "Welcome aboard, you may call me Mrs. Klepp. I am the administrative assistant. I'll show you around. Follow me." Her large frame shook a bit as she strode purposefully but apathetically into the main hallway, and I quickly trotted behind.

II.

I followed along behind Mrs. Klepp as she gave me a tour of the facility. The usual boring stuff: here is the supply closet, there are the restrooms, copier, printer, lunch room. Same old thing at every new workplace.

We passed through into the office floor itself -- the usual clusters of cubicles around the room, echoing with the mix of noise from typing, chatting on phones, speaker phone conferences, printers printing, mail carts being wheeled through the alleys between the desks. Along one wall were conference rooms and private offices, one of which would be mine, so we headed that way.

I had mostly tuned out what Mrs. Klepp was droning on about by this point, nervously adjusting my suit as I took in the sights, sounds, and smells of my new workplace. But passing by one of the offices, something caught my eye.

Each private office features a tall, thin window just beside the door, ceiling to floor, with venetian blinds on the window. This office had lights off inside, and the blinds were pulled but hasn't been closed completely. As my tour guide stopped to explain what kinds of things I shouldn't feed into the shredder, I was standing right in front of this window.

I caught a glimpse of motion inside... a familiar up and down motion in the dimness, so I turned to just take a peek.

A large bull leaned back in a chair -- Mr. Oxford, the nameplate on the door informed me -- as the white-furred form of a lapine head bounced in the bull's lap. I couldn't tell the rabbit's gender; they all look a bit petite to me anyway, but clearly both were having fun.

Now, I've worked quite a few different security jobs. Happening upon people having sex is all part of the territory. I scare them off. Sometimes I watch them on camera for a few minutes first. But somehow, this one was different... dirty, lewd, voyeuristic.

Blushing under my dark fur, and adjusting my suit a few more times, I finally looked away as my tour continued, but not before I thought I glimpsed the bunny catching my eye and giving me a wink.

III.

A few minutes later, as my tour reached the floor of the building with the cafeteria and gym, I saw the lapine again. Or was it the same one? Same rough build, but they all have that build. Same white fur, again not unusual. He -- this one was a he as far as I could tell -- was was in a hurry, edging past a small group gathered at the coffee machine and muttering, "'Scuse me, I've got a 10:15, I'm late, I'm late". I grinned a bit as he reminded me of a story I'd read when I was young with another white rabbit who was late.

As this one passed me though, a smile flashed on his pink lips as our eyes met, and I think he recognized me from my earlier voyeuristic moment. I was about to introduce myself, but he sped by on his quick feet. I thought better about shouting after him to let him know about the big patch of cum wetting his right ear.

IV.

The rest of my first day was to be filled with hours and hours of watching training videos required by HR. Office etiquette, sexual harassment, fire drills, how to avoid taking bribes, how not to operate a forklift...

Mostly I dozed through these. Probably not very professional on my first day, but the adrenalin had worn off and I hadn't eaten much anyway. But something in the video about sexual harassment caught my attention: that rabbit from my tour around the office!

It appeared to be a he, and the buck was in his business casual wear as he explained that some employees had selected the "Advanced Benefits Plan with Personal Attendant", and that those on the plan should be careful not to disturb those not on the plan when visiting their personal attendant.

I blinked a few times and grabbed my packet of paperwork, ruffling through it. Sure enough, I'd chosen the "Advanced Benefits Plan with Personal Attendant". I figured it was a trainer and masseuse in the gym. This rabbit fellow was reasonably fit and those soft paws of his looked perfect for a massage. Good choice, I thought to whomever hired him.

After consuming the salmon salad sandwich I'd brought, I decided to go check out the gym. Maybe I could schedule an appointment...

V.

The gymnasium itself was rather modest but well-appointed. I peered in all the doors and windows and saw a half basketball court, squash court, a weight room with cycles and treadmills, and a locker room and shower room. Pretty normal, nice to have on the premises. I need to keep in pretty good shape and do some strength training to be an effective security otter.

I found a free locker and stripped down to my underwear. I hoped no one would mind.

It was early afternoon and the place was empty, except for one ferret femme on a treadmill. She had earphones in and was lost in her own world, so I had no qualms about using the rowing machine for a little bit. After a few minutes, she stepped off, toweled, timed her pulse, and left without a word or a glance. Maybe she knows I'm security?

Anyway, my heart wasn't really in the workout, but after another few minutes on the machine, I thought I saw a flash of white in the hallway, and a few moments later, a shower started splashing. So, I decided to go be friendly. And if it was the personal trainer, maybe schedule an appointment with him.

VI.

Padding back into the locker room, I slid my briefs off and into my locker, and headed to the showers with a towel over my shoulder.There he was.

I had known I had bisexual tendencies for a while, but I mostly ignored it. I'd done my share of discovery at camp, and playing around in college, but all of my "actual" relationships were with femmes.

But there was something about this guy that would make the straightest cock in the land stand up and salute.

He was dripping sex. By which I mean he was half-hunched over in the shower, rinsing white cream from around his rump. That perfect rump, and the leaf shaped tail, flagged high and twitching with calm delight, even soaking wet.

As he stood, sliding those delicate looking paws up his lithe sides and across his forequarters, still facing away from me, I heard him speak.

"I don't mind you looking, but watching requires an appointment." A giggle like tinkling bells left his throat, and I realized that I had been standing under the spigot next to him, hadn't even turned on the water, totally dry, and my cock was hard enough to cut diamonds.

He turned to face me, glanced downward, flashed a smile of approval, and offered his paw to shake. "I'm Wallace."

I got a look at the vision that escaped me earlier that morning. His front was as handsome as the back. He had just enough flab here and there to indicate a life of comfort, but he kept well toned. His big feet and fluffy toes splayed in the warm water, calves finely carved, thighs strong with muscles designed long ago for hopping, now perhaps serving a different kind of up and down function.

His nutsack looked tender and soft and a little bit relaxed in the warmth, and above it was a stub of a sheath, covered in the downer white fur I'd ever seen, and the barest point of pink in its center.

His upper body was well exercised, nipples delicately nestled in short creamy, snowy fur. A coy smile graced his small muzzle, blue eyes brightly shining. His ears were weighed down by the water and dropped behind him, giving him an even shyer demeanor.

Even matted with both fresh and stale cum front and back, he might have turned me gay right then.

I put my paw in his, stumpy and clumsy looking in the petite one and shook. He did too and squeezed my hand. "Nice to meet you, um... "

"Oscar!", I blurted out. He giggled. Bells again. "Nice to meet you, Oscar. "

He turned around again and bent forward to wash down his legs. I couldn't tell if he was presenting to me intentionally. I just turned on the shower (I was already turned on plenty) and started to rinse myself, letting the water flow over my oily fur and down along the curve of my rudder. Maybe a shower would help me calm down a little.

"Did you enjoy the show earlier? Mr. Oxford likes to leave his blinds open just a little so he can show off."

I blinked at him and turned beet red under my brown cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," I manager to stammer, "I shouldn't have peeked... Your private life isn't my business."

He giggled again. I wondered if there was anything this rabbit did that wasn't cute and sexy. "Him? I'd never date him. He's not my type at all," he mused while scrubbing shampoo into his fur. "That was all business."

My erection showed no signs of subsiding, so I just shrugged and began to rinse the day and the brief workout out of my dense fur. "You mean you were... He was going to... Is he blackmailing you?"

This time it was Wallace's turn to blink at me. Again with the cute. "I'm in Benefits." A blank stare from me. "I'm the Personal Attendant...?" He looked at me for signs of recognition. "You didn't read your benefits package too closely, did you?"

I shook my head. "It looked like standard stuff... I did go for that Advanced thing, but...". My paw rubbed my ear embarrassedly. "I thought you were like a masseur."

He stopped rinsing suds off to give me another one of those patented coy smiles. "I am... Have you ever heard of 'happy endings'? Well, mine start at the beginnings.". He considered my raging otterhood again and took a step closer. I actually shuddered at the delicate touch of his paw on my pulsating cock.

"Would you like a massage? I have an opening for you in my... schedule."

VII.

A million thoughts were stampeding through my head. I wondered if I was dreaming and wished I would never wake up. I felt a throb and a little burst of precum into Wallace's paw. Yes, gods yes, even if it means I get fired on my first day, I've got to fuck the living daylights out of this bunny. Of course, all I could do was nod and sort of squeak out an affirmative noise.

Luckily, he either took it as intended or wasn't going to wait. He lowered himself to his knees and as his body was peppered by the streams from both shower heads, that little pink to hue full of experience and natural talent met my cocktip.

I almost staggered back against the tiled wall and let out a loud groan. I thought my penis might explode with all the blood that was still trying to cram into it. My paw instinctively went to his head, stroking my fingers through his hair gratefully.

He didn't waste time, feeling how much I was aching. He pursed his lips and slid me in deep, hilting my length against the back of his throat for a long moment before backing off and starting to bob slowly.

Whatever he's getting paid, I instantly thought, they should triple it. My squat muzzle opened for my gasps, and my legs propped apart a bit as I began to move against his motions, eliciting a soft moan from him. His cheeks drew in as he suctioned around me, and this time it was my turn to groan, humping that eager muzzle now, my paw grasping the bunny's hair to tug his face onto my ottercock.

His eyes fluttered closed as he seemed to enjoy it too. For a moment, I wondered at how many other males -- maybe even females -- have been charmed and served by this rabbit. Probably enough to populate a small town. Certainly the sperm he's coaxed out from all those twitching balls could repeople the planet!

But I digress. The next thing I felt was cold air and hot water splashing my maleness. I opened my eyes in surprise and found the sexiest sight I had seen to that point in my life.

Wallace was turned around, bent forward, and had one hand on the shower stall wall, the other tugging his pert butt cheeks apart. I knew that tender little pink pucker had been used probably a few times that day, but as he smiled over his shoulder at me and throatily whispered, "Fuck me, Oscar", nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.

With water pouring over us both like a steamy waterfall, I took hold of those shapely hips and guided my glans to prod up against that lapine gateway. He arched his back and inhaled like it was his first time. Does he do that for every client? I hardly cared. I needed him, badly.

I thrust. I thrust hard. I knew he was ready, I knew he was stretched, I knew he was already lubricated with another male's cum. I took that tail with one firm motion. He bit his lip and stifled a yelp. I was probably longer than most males around here except for Mr. Oxford, and I plunged deep into that hot rabbit hole.

Wallace moaned and lifted his hindquarters against my needful body, rocking backward on his long feet. I needed no more encouragement. I gripped his hips tight and began to fuck him, our passion making lewd slapping noises in the shower.

"Mmmh, harder," I heard him whisper pleadingly. Whatever happened upstairs must not have fulfilled that primal urge, and I was going to do everything I could to sate this rabbit.

I watched my shaft piston in and out of his tailhole; he squeezed his muscles around me, making me work even harder. My balls battered against his as I rutted him hard and fast, pushing him up against the shower wall. My eyes full of water and lust, I felt more than saw his paw start to jerk his bunny hood quickly.

Our grunting, panting, and gasping must have been audible through the entire place, but I was beyond caring. The itch deep inside me turned to boiling, and I held onto my temporary lover and leaned over his ass as I rammed it with all I had.

I'm sure he learned all the telltale signs long ago and he expertly timed himself to me, panting quickly and whimpering under each breath as his body started to twitch.

Burying my face in his neck, I cried out as my senses overloaded and fire burst through my body, my cock leaping as I came harder than I had in a long time, gushing thick salty ottercum deep inside the abused rabbit tail. He was right there with me, spasms of his sphincter like electric jolts around me as he came, jetting sweet-smelling seed into the tile.

It took a long time for the aftershocks to die down. I was stuck in that pose for what seemed like minutes, every muscle tensed, emptying my pent up load for my expert companion, whose supple little body convulsed along with mine.

JWe both heaved long sighs, and I nudged him against the shower wall, kissing his neck tenderly.

Still panting softly, he pivoted his head to share a nuzzle and an observation:

"I love my job."