Amnesty - Working Late
"Amnesty - Working Late" - Purple Pens Series © Sapphire
First Draft January 31, 2001, typed February 2, 2005, Second Draft/Edit May 21, 2005
"At least the security cameras are working," Amnesty muttered to herself before returning her attention to the computer in front of her. It was difficult to ignore the writhing skunk in the conference room, a picture that was updated every minute. The mouse sighed, seeing that the monitor's timer had not moved at all in the past several minutes.
She tapped the screen in the hopes that some manual interference would coax the processor from its stupor, but there was no activity. A quick glance to the cheap watch on her left paw told her that it would be way too late to get a technician into the office. Amnesty cursed her motivation as she flipped the master switch off, waited a few seconds, then reactivated.
Inspiration always felt like it came at the tail end of the day, just when anyone who could help was fleeing as far from the Tower as they could get. She watched the startup sequence, listening to the motors in her machine whirr and spin. When she had gotten to the base screen again, she tried to enter her program, but to no avail. The mouse felt like the computer was laughing at her for trying to get home while there was still daylight.
Being the recruiting manager of the largest and most elite escort agency on the planet meant that the mouse was constantly looking for new and untapped sources for her finds. YIFF had a reputation to uphold, and it was her job to bring in talent that kept the clients coming back. The mouse loved snooping around, sometimes finding talent at the library, sometimes finding it in mundane places, but she always came through.
Aside from finding the sexual escorts, Amnesty also brought in the office team. She would investigate any potential candidates for a suitable amount of time before making any sorts of approach. She wanted to bring in the best of the best, in any field. And, to those ends, she did her best to find the most qualified for the jobs that she hired for.
After a minute, the computer began to behave properly enough so Amnesty could write her update on the search for an office assistant. Anna, the mink in the accounting department, was overloaded with tasks and didn't have enough paws to take care of them all. It was troubling everyone there, but it was no reflection on the mink herself, since she was doing her absolute best. Unfortunately, finding someone to help out the mink was giving Amnesty fits.
After a thorough assessment of her situation, including an update report that took nearly an hour to properly complete, Amnesty was feeling her own exhaustion creep over her body. No stranger to working late, she still craved having enough time in the day to get her job done as well as conduct a social life. She tapped on the keyboard again as the machine froze up during the save.
A string of cursing left the mouse's lips, her anger rising sharply. The mouse glared at the machine, shaking her head vigorously before deciding that she would take a walk around the office. She stretched her tiny paws above her head, kicking herself back in the executive chair with bare feet.
She stood, adoring the way that the plush carpet felt. The mouse decided to wander the full circuit around the office, hoping that the veneer of disgust she was feeling about the machine would wear off. Past the break room, around several offices, near the larger conference rooms she went, before she was stopped in her tracks by the scent of hard driving, passionate sex.
The chairs had been kicked out of the way, giving Amnesty an unobstructed view of the intertwined skunk and mink. Both were oblivious to the mouse's observation, as she leaned against the doorframe of the room. Each deep breath filled her lungs with the rich smell of their combined desire, driving Amnesty's own passion.
Neither the skunk nor the mink were wearing panties, and judging by the splatters of juices that were glistening on the waxed table, they had been playing for quite some time. The skunk's shirt was crumpled up to reveal her breasts, her skirt bunched up, legs wrapped around Anna's waist.
Their muzzles met in a fiery kiss, breathing quite audible, occasionally skipping a beat. They squirmed as the mink held the skunk, her black paws sifting through the ebony fur just enough to scritch there. To Amnesty, both of the girls were absolutely beautiful together.
Anna nipped her way from neck to shoulderblade, each playful nibble getting a shallow giggle. She whispered to the skunk, receiving an even louder giggle. Amnesty found it refreshing to see two spirits so intertwined and actually playing with one another without a care in the world.
Anna guided her friend to her back, the skunk arching and writhing vigorously. With wide eyes, the mephit held her breath in anticipation, prone only for the seconds before Anna collapsed with a wet smack of honey. The mouse moved into the room, staying well out of the way as she got the best view in the house.
The mink's paws tugged the mephit's legs apart, giving Amnesty a priceless view of the eager skunk's cum stained tailhole. The normally shy mink wasn't aiming for her previous target, she was more interested in slamming herself home inside the skunk's pussy. Anna humped vigorously at her mephit friend, moaning ecstatically.
Anna pushed her friend's legs up higher, pounding her like a rag doll on the slippery table. The mouse couldn't see the strap on that the mink was using, but she quickly realized that Anna wasn't just an ordinary girl. With a loud, seething howl, Anna pulled out suddenly to shower the small skunkie with fountains of cum.
The skunk murred loudly as she was spattered, her exuberant muzzle immediately diving down onto the head of the mink's cock. The force of the girl's desire had blown the mink onto the floor, but she was extremely pleased about it, shaking her head vigorously as she was cleaned off and supped upon.
The black mink writhed on the babysoft carpet, her voice punctuated by tiny mewls of delight. She ground the skunk hard into her crotch, ensheathing her cock in muzzle. The mephit was quite enjoying herself, moaning as she heard the excited panting of her lover, waving her enormous tail like a flag. Anna spasmed, her voice cracking as the white hot waves of climax overcame her again, the seed captured by a voracious skunk. When she was done, the mephit rose to give the mink a needful kiss.
Both girls were coated in a mixture of sweat and semen, writhing aimlessly together on the floor. Amnesty adored watching the wordless passion they shared with one another, the radiated love between them needing no words. The couple was still writhing when Amnesty left and padded back to her office, where the computer was waiting for more input.
The white furred mouse tried to dispel the erotic images that she had just witnessed, the scene between Anna and her friend making her so aroused that she could hardly stand upright. She rested in her high backed executive chair, attempting to get situated, but to no avail - the needs were calling her. Loudly.
Amnesty watched her screen in the hopes that it would do her work for her if she stared at it long enough. There was going to be no relief from the tingling between her legs without some direct intervention. She lifted her skirt, tucking her thumbclaw into the panties she wore so she could pull them down and off. These were carefully placed in the closest drawer.
While she retyped her report, the mouse's eyelids became heavier and heavier. She couldn't concentrate, and even the arousal took a back seat to the exhaustion. "Five minutes, then I'll be on my way," she murmured, her paws dropping to her sides when she finally gave herself over to slumber.
Amnesty always dreamed more vividly when she was dead tired, no matter what surface she'd conked out on. She envisioned herself in the place of the skunk, reamed in every possible orifice by Relianne, Whitefoot's herm sister. She found the sensation odd, because the camera angle was where she'd been standing for the real world scene, but it felt like it was happening to her.
She dragged the viewpoint around so it was more internal, as if she was watching the cock spread her out and then retreat, the mood growing more intense as time passed. The telltale signs of impending climax weren't evident, she could go on forever. The mouse arched when the pleasure became moist like a hot tongue, her deep sleep giving way to waking dreams.
A paw dropped to her hips, searching around, but she was blocked from touching her mons and bared pussy by a pair of furry ears. She moved her fingers back and forth, realizing that the ears were indeed attached to a head and a neck. She moaned a bit as she discovered and felt the caress of something quite warm and agile on her most overtly sensitive areas.
The mouse startled awake, opening her eyes to see the skunk she'd seen earlier eagerly shaking her head from side to side between her thighs. She was talented, always keeping it interesting and sensitive while she moved about. Very little could compare to the rasp of a skunk's tongue, the way she moved spoke of much experience.
Reluctantly, Amnesty nudged the girl's head back. She preferred to at least know the name, maybe develop some rapport before sex began. The girl whined slightly, her eyes gazing pleadingly at the mouse before she smiled widely. "Hi!"
"Hello... ummm..." Amnesty replied, attempting to close her legs but finding that the well fucked kneeling skunk was in the way. The mephit looked familiar, and she assumed that under normal circumstances a name would come, but it was quite difficult to concentrate on anything but her own pulse. The girl was a bit too young for Amnesty, but she made up for it with adorable youthful enthusiasm.
"I'm Cherub. Anna doesn't have a key so she wanted me to ask you to lock up and I found you sleeping there and didn't want to wake you up by shaking you, and Anna was, well, washing up so that's why I'm here." She blushed along her stripe, crinkling her muzzle to herself as she went quiet.
"Cherub! You work with Dee, don't you?" The mouse queried, smoothing out what she could of her shirt. "Or did, or something." Amnesty found herself babbling.
The skunk shook her head, "used to, but not anymore. I still know the best way to wake someone up, especially one who saw me with a coworker." Another blush fell over Cherub's fur.
She backed herself out, climbing from under the desk as the both of them heard Anna call the skunk's name. "I'd better be going."
"I'll lock the doors. You have fun, I've got some things to finish before tomorrow." Amnesty smiled, watching the skunk move, finding that it was poetry in motion. "And, if you want to work for the company again, you're always welcome to."
"I'll think about it," Cherub flashed another smile as she walked out.
The mouse relaxed for only a minute before beginning on her reports again. After all, they wouldn't write themselves. She managed to keep the computer cooperating enough to submit it to Whitefoot, assuring herself an extra hour of sleep when she got home.