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That scent. Each breath you take you can still smell the memory of him in the air. Mixed with the scent of each guy that had past you that day. The scent of him. The scent of... it.

The sound of your own claws digging at the wooden desk in front of you bringing you back to reality. Checking your phone again, you let out a small sigh of frustration. Never had a day lasted this long. Squeezing your eyes shut, you simply try to breathe. Trying to slow each breath. Your chest heaving for a moment before you begin to audibly pant through your open mouth. A small shiver running up your back as she realized what it was. Unsure how, but you could taste it. Your breath stopping abruptly, you stay transfixed on that scent. Holding it, your mind centers on what you swear you could taste on your tongue. Your legs trembling as knees clenched together. Thighs held firmly together. Shaking in frustration as you simply sat in that moment, frozen. Unsure if you were losing your mind. If it really was the taste of ... it lingering on your tongue. A small trembling whimper catching in your throat as you tried to think. Trying to rationalize an excuse. To think of what would get you away from what hung in the air. A number of different scents. Of men all filing your senses before your teeth sank into your bottom lip firmly, claws now visibly leaving a few deep scratches in the front desk. In a rush you begin to quickly gather your things. Looking for your purse as your head starts to spin. Each breath pulled in pushed your thoughts further. Your paw finally just reaching for the desk drawer, pulling it frantically open quickly before sliding the few personal possessions on your desk, inside with a sweep your arm. The bang of the drawer echoing off of the office walls louder than you'd expect as you take one last glace for your purse. Grabbing your phone in hand, you move to stand only to have to catch yourself against the wall.

Your legs shaking as you turn your head back to your seat, faced with what the day had done to you. The large damp spot stained across the dark fabric of your chair, holding the scent of your heat, confirming to whoever saw it the reaction your body had to each visitor. Pushing the chair further under the desk, you silently hope that the damning evidence of what you'd gone through today would dry by the time you came in tomorrow. Your chest heaving slightly as you push yourself up again, legs wobbling as you make your way hastily toward the door, pushing each one open to let it quickly swing aside, you're face with a rush of a cool breeze of air.

Standing at the front of your office, you let the wind blow through your fur for a few moments, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to close yourself off from the world. Unsure of how much time has passed as your legs held together. Each step you'd taken reminding you of the heat stained fabric beneath your skirt as your panties stuck to your folds. Simply trembling as you tried to think of what to do. You couldn't go back in. Not today. It's never been this bad. Looking over at your car in the parking lot you curse under your breath as the reminder of your missing purse begins to swim through your mind. Your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to collect your thoughts again.

As you take in each fresh breath of air, you stay fixed on your problems. Unaware of the door opening behind you. It was only after you heard the small chuckle come from behind you that your attention pulled you to look over your shoulder. "You know most workers get paid for greeting people inside the building..." The masculine voice filled your ears as it drew attention to what you were doing. God not him. That smirk on the stranger's face making your mind race, quickly trying to remember his name on the guest list he signed this morning. R.. t... something that rhymed with Richard? Your mind pulling back a few other details that you'd fought so desperately to forget. The way he carried himself. The way he talked. The way he looked at you. The way that you caught yourself pressing at the front of your skirt an hour later, mindlessly grinding a digit against the heated spot of your panties. Biting firmly on your bottom lip, you tried to silence those thoughts. Moving to turn around fully as your free paw mindlessly pulled at the front of your skirt. Smoothing the fabric that felt shorter than you'd remember.

"No I was just... I thought I was..." your eyes wandering as you felt the only possession you were carrying in your free paw, taking a small breath as you tried to breathe more confidence into your voice, "I... had to make a call. A personal call. Just, I think I lost something" Standing there as thoughts sputtered still in your mind, trying to analyze everything you just said. Thinking of what you could have said. Of what you should have said.

Looking back at him as she saw him simply looking at her for a moment. Giving another laugh under his breath as a smile stayed spread across his face. He'd stand there. Simply standing there as you'd see him watching you, seemingly towering over you as he stood maybe a foot or two away. He wasn't overly muscled but you could tell by how he stood that there was more than just strength he had in each of his actions. His chest, his stomach, no gut. His suit well tailored. Every aspect of him seemed to tell more about what type of life he led. The faint pinstrips of his suit jacket seemingly blending into the creased slacks. The fabric thin enough that'd let you nearly see the muscles of his leg, the shape, the... lump visibly showing between his legs. The sunlight casting a shadow that nearly made the outline of the over-sized sheath stand out at this distance. God you swear you could see his ball sa- your senses coming sharply into focus as your head nearly darted back up to the stranger's face, only to see that his smile had spread, another chuckle leaving his muzzle as he simply replied, "Welcome back."

His voice causing your muzzle to burn as you simply dipped your head to avoid looking at him again. Searching for words as you managed to sputter out, "I.. sorry, I was just-" A voice from behind you pulling the stranger's attention away from you. Thankful for his distraction as you could feel the warm dribble of your heat slowly leaking down the inside of your leg, adding to the trail of damp fur down your thigh as you moved your hinds together again. Lost in your own thoughts before you heard him replying, "Well I wish you luck with your phone call, miss...?"

"Boots" You answered over eagerly before mentally trying to calm yourself. "Um.. my friends call me Boots"

His smile returning as she moved over toward the stranger behind you, replying quietly as he passed, that smirk stayed across his face, "...I hope you get what you're looking for"

The sound of his steps fading after a moment as you sat frozen on uneasy legs, drowning in your thoughts as you moved to a bench by the door. Your fingers nearly moving on their own as your phone came to life, flipping through a few numbers before finding the familiar friend. Taking in a slow breath as you tried to force control in your voice again. Waiting for a few seconds before the eager vixen's voice on the other end answered enthusiastically, "My god, Boots! It's been forever! How have you been? I thought you'd died or something!"

"Hehehe <3 No I just.. it's been a rough day at work," giving as few details as possible, knowing just what her friend would try to do if she knew exactly what was the cause of all of this. "Could I ask a huge favor? I can't seem to find my purse or my keys and I'm kind of stuck at work. I'm really sorry to ask you Reyess, but would you mind if I get a ride home?"

"Of course! I'm sorry today's sucked. Tell you what, I'm just getting off work myself. I say we catch some food and you can tell all about it? I'm headed over right now!"

Quickly, you try to think of an excuse, of something to say, "No it's-" starting to speak before realizing she'd already hung up.

Fidgeting in your seat as another cool breeze washing over you. Quietly pondering on what you'd say to her. On what you'd do. Knowing full well what'd had nearly happened last time you were with Reyess. You weren't even in heat and she still nearly ended up having you beneath not only yours, but her blind date at the same time. Though it wasn't entirely your fault, you'd told yourself a number of times before. It was the alcohol. It was the atmosphere. It was her carefully crafted persuasion . She'd always managed to try to push you into things you'd never say you'd actually want out loud. She didn't know you wanted it. How could she?

The cold bench beneath you helping calm what was already more than ready for attention. Closing your eyes as you tried to think. Another slow breath through your nose reminded you of what was still hanging in the air.

You could still smell him. You could still smell his cock.