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BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!
A warning blared in Clive’s ears, eyes shooting wide awake from the damn alarm. His right arm lazily searched for his phone on the counter, where that blasted alarm was coming from. It took a couple of tries and him begrudgingly moving his head to look for it, but he eventually got it. It was still blaring that warning noise, a sound bit from one of his favorite games, as he held it up to his face and turned the damn thing off.
When blessed silence finally filled the room, Clive dropped his phone on his chest, flopped his arm to the side, and sighed. It was a very tired sigh, one born from being forced to wake up at 6 in morning to get to work on time.
“Another day, another dollar,” he thought.
Clive worked part time at the zoo, which at first sounded like an amazing job. He would get to see so many animals and be a part of helping them in the modern world. It was amazing at first, until he had to deal with the hour drive there and hour drive back, then add on the fact he really didn’t see the animals nearly as much as he hoped and it ended up being a very tiring job.
It could’ve been worse, he could’ve been suffering through fast food or a job in customer service. Not to mention, he also got some pretty cool perks at the zoo to make it all worth it. It was just tiring, but Clive could bear it.
Groggy, he got up before sleep's sweet embrace could take him once more. He sat up, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. He checked his phone for the time, 6:05 am, checked on some of the messages he received while he was asleep, and then stood up proper to start his morning routine.
It was simple, just putting on his work clothes, shoes, grabbed his keys, grabbed his cheesy safari hat he liked to wear, went to the bathroom, and then set off. As he washed his hands before he left, he looked himself in the mirror and gave his best charming smile he could muster for the morning.
A still tired but young man stared back at him, just barely in his twenties. He still had some of his baby face features, soft cheeks, big round eyes the color of copper, and little facial hair that he should probably shave soon. His fair skin had a healthy tan from all his time in the sun thanks to work, dotted with a few freckles here and there. His head was all framed by his glorious mane of curly dirty blond hair, going all the way down past his shoulders.
The man chuckled softly as a genuine smile appeared on his face. “Looking good Clive.”
Drying up his hands, he secured his hat on his head and left for his car and made the hour-long trek to work. There was no traffic thankfully, but it was still quite a boring ride. Only the audiobook he put on kept him occupied. Before long, he pulled into the employee parking lot, found a spot, made his way over his branch of work, and waited for his shift to start.
Over the course of an hour, his other coworkers slowly trickled in. A couple humans, a couple anthros like an otter or bear, all looking tired like he did. There was a strange comedy whenever Clive saw one of his anthro coworkers right next to their feral counterpart, like some strange twist of fate could reverse their positions.
“Morning everyone.” The voice of his manager broke Clive’s train of thought. “Nothing crazy going on today, just go about your normal routes and everything should be good.” Most everyone nodded in acknowledgment, ready to complete their tasks for the day.
His manager was an 8 foot tall middle aged hyena woman with soft golden brown fur polka dotted here and there with brown spots. The uniform she wore was similar to that of her workers, an oak green shirt matching well with her fur and greyish shorts hugging tightly to her voluptuous thighs, hips, and butt. A short cut mohawk adorned the top of her head which was held aloft by her thick neck and shoulder muscles.
She looked better fit to work in the construction branch then the grounds attendant branch, but hey, she was pretty damn good at her job. With a smile on her face, she went around to each person, silently handing out slips of paper designating who’s gonna work where.
Almost as if saving him for last, she walked up to Clive with the final slip of paper in hand. A heavy, powerful, but pleasant smell seemed to follow everywhere she went. Her scent was a powerful blend of earthy smells like freshly hued soil, roses, dessert bush, and a powerful womanly musk. In seconds, it filled Clive’s nose and mind, fogging his thought process for but a moment. Seeing the young man’s reaction to her scent, her smile widened a little further, flashing her dangerous bone crushing teeth, and her hazel eyes flashed with excitement.
“Well good morning Clive,” she spoke, her voice husky yet feminine. “Pleasant surprise to see you working today.”
The small human nervously chuckled, knowing full well she’s the one that made his schedule in the first place. “M-morning Miss Monagham. How are you?”
“Oh I’m doing quite wonderful. Today’s shaping up to be a nice one, not too busy, not too empty. Should be smooth sailing really.”
“That‘s great.” Clive looked past her prodigious body and saw his other coworkers have already left to go start their task, leaving him all alone. “So uh whe-”
“Quite nice of you to ask.” She cut him off.
“W-what?”
“How I was doing. That was nice of you to ask.” Miss Monagham bent down to be more eye level with Clive, though it only had the effect of giving him a stronger smell of her musk and putting her swaying boobs almost directly in his face. Each one seemed larger than his head, only being contained by her form fitting shirt.
His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he had to gulp down a thick wad of saliva that suddenly clogged his drying throat. “Y-y-yeah. Just being nice is all.”
“Why thank you. Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing? Always so nice to me.” One of her large hands patted the top of his head, nearly big enough to grab his whole head if she wanted to. After a couple more pats, she stood back up to her full height and handed him the last slip of paper she had. “Now, you’ll be working over at the tigers today. Make sure the tables are clean, bathrooms taken care of, and floors spotless.”
Clive was stunned by her sudden shift in tone, only able to mindlessly grab the slip of paper he was offered as his mind raced about what just happened. Miss Monagham always seemed to have an extra eye on him ever since his first interview with her, but she’d never done anything that brazen before.
Before Clive even had a chance to recover his mental faculties, his manager patted him on the head one more time, resetting his brain once more. “Now be a good boy and go hurry off to do your job.” She said before walking back off to her office, her butt swaying directly in Clive’s view.
“Y-yeah,” was all his stunned brain could muster as a response.
The only remaining hint that she was ever there was a trail of her musk, the lingering scent was almost like an invitation to follow. His stunned mind was able to put together that she smelled stronger than usual, almost as if she had stopped using a perfume of sorts to hide it or some other reason his mind didn’t dare think.
Clive shook the fuzz away from his mind, still shocked, but more aware of his surroundings. He had a job to do and he didn’t want to think about what would happen if he stayed. Quickly, he grabbed a broom, pan, and a radio before making his way onto the grounds of the park. There were still 20 or so minutes before the park opened so he made a couple of stops on the way to his destination for the day.
He took a quick glance inside the reptile house, catching a glimpse of a gaboon viper inside its habitat and another sweeping up the floor. He admired the beautiful coloring of some birds he passed, smiling as he saw them fly from one branch to the other. He even saw a giraffe peek its head over the fence, the worker clearly keeping an eye out for any who might try to sneak in the habitat.
Other than that crazy morning he just had with Miss Monagham, Clive felt like today was gonna be a good one. Didn’t seem like it was gonna rain or be too hot, got put at one of his favorite areas, and even had a couple things planned with friends when he got back home. He just had to get through the day and then he could hang with them.
When he got to the tigers area, he could hear one or two of them growling as they sometimes were prone to do. Walking in further, he found that three of them were out today, two in one habitat and a single one in another. Clive took another moment to admire the animals, taking in every detail of each individual’s coat of fur and what separated one from the other. From his best guess, the two together were the mother and daughter while the father was the one left all alone, sleeping in his habitat. There were also a few other tigers they had at the zoo but they clearly weren’t out right now.
Snapping a quick picture of the sleeping father for later, Clive pocketed his phone and began working like he should be doing. He unlocked the closest with one of his keys, grabbed some rags and cleaning supplies, and started his usual route.
With the help of his audio book, a fantasy story that so far has really gripped Clive’s imagination, 2 hours quickly passed and he was already on his first break. It wasn’t a proper break room by any means but there was a private room reserved for events that he liked to hide out in during break and moments of slow work. Unless there was an event going on in there, it was pretty much always empty and had some really good ac for when days got really hot. It also had an exclusive window that most guests won’t get to see and right now, the mother and daughter were lounging right in front of it.
“So cool!” Clive took another picture and then watched the two for the rest of his fifteen minutes. One of the many perks of working at the zoo, even if he didn’t get to work with them he at least got to see them quite often. He smiled as the two cuddled up and his mind conjured up images of two little kittens sleeping on the couch, two very big and very dangerous kittens.
His mind wondered further, back to what happened earlier this morning and what the hell was up with Miss Monagham. She’s always been nice to him, treated him well, even helped him out on scheduling issues he had at the beginning of his career here. Clive wasn’t oblivious to her stares every now and again, but that’s all they were. He definitely stole a couple of glances of her body from time to time so he wasn’t exactly innocent there.
Maybe he was just a little stunned at how bold she suddenly became. At least it would give him something to remember today by and something to tell his friends. He chuckled in amusement at the thought of how they would react.
In his musings, he lost track of time and didn’t even notice fifteen minutes had passed until he checked his phone. If he wanted, he probably could stay a couple of extra minutes, it was still pretty empty so no one would notice, but he decided against it for now. He needed something to occupy his mind that wasn’t Miss Monagham.
It stayed mostly empty for the next 45 minutes and then a couple of small crowds would come in every now and again. Two hours would pass by pretty quickly again and Clive had his lunch to go to. When he got back to the break room, he clocked out for lunch and sat down on one of the couches. He didn’t have anything to eat but that was ok, not the first time he wouldn’t have lunch and it wouldn’t be the last.
While he was lounging away, listening to a particularly interesting moment in his audio book, a familiar scent filled the room and his nose. Cautious, Clive looked up and was met face to boob with Miss Monagham.
“Hey there Clive,” She whispered from up above him.
“H-hi ma’am.”
“You know I’ve told you that you can call me Heather.”
“S-sorry,” the little man stuttered out.
“Nothing to be sorry about hun, we’re friends after all.”
Clive would consider her a friend, she was nice and the few talks they had were nice. This felt like something way beyond the realm of friends though.
“Hope you don’t mind if I sit down right next to ya.” She didn’t give him any time to say anything before she plopped her big butt right next to him. “I’ve been working female assistant today and my little paws have started to ache from walking around so much. Hope you don’t mind hun.”
The couch could barely fit the both of them, squeezing Clive and his manager together in a sudden closeness he wasn’t expecting. To help make a little extra space, Miss Monagham spread her arms open, wrapped one around Clive’s shoulder, and lightly pressed him against her.
He could feel her whole, curvy body pressing into him, her hips and butt almost spilling into his lap and the side of her boob squishing slightly into his face. For the first time, he felt how soft her fur was, obviously well kept and taken care of. He felt the soft upper layer of fat that lined her body and the hard muscle that laid in wait just underneath it. Most of all, he felt a strong wave of womanly musk wash over him, inescapable from his position.
“So,” she piped up after getting comfortable. “How’s your day been so far hun?”
Clive had to power through her hypnotic scent and stuttered to give a proper answer. “It’s been… been good. Pretty slow up at tigers which is nice.”
Monagham hummed in satisfaction. “That’s good. It’s been pretty slow throughout the whole park it seems. That’s not a bad thing, hell, I don’t mind just walking around all day. It’s pretty nice.”
“Yeah,” Clive agreed, trying to get comfortable despite the situation. “I actually haven’t worked MA in a while but just walking around and looking at the animals all day is pretty nice.”
“Don’t tell me that’s all you do when you work MA.” Monagham feigned surprise.
“No no no, I just.” Clive stuttered, trying to salvage the situation. “I just– I still do my ma’am, just… you know, I’ll just take a peak here and there is all.”
Clive could feel her throaty laugh deep in his core, a very hyena-like laugh born of amusement. “Oh ho ho, don’t worry hun, I’m just messing with ya. I do the same thing. What’s the point of working at the zoo if you don’t look at the animals right?”
“Y–yeah of course.” The human’s face went from nervous to reminiscing as he thought about the animals. “Yeah… I just like looking at them.”
Heather smiled as she watched the young man underneath her. He really was cute when he was like this, lost in his own little world of thoughts and feelings. He had such wonder for the world and she wanted to build that up best she could. She always listened in on all the places he liked working best, what animals he liked most, and his body language when he was returning from a shift. She knew from his first interview that he was someone with bright eyes for the world’s wonder and she felt in heart that she needed to see that more and more. She nodded to herself, confident in her decision to bring him under her fold.
She patted Clive’s leg, hand squeezing ever so softly on the last one before she stood up. “Sorry to leave all of sudden, but my lunch is over. I’d love to stay and chat more but I’ve got work to do.”
“Right yeah, hope it stays slow out there. And uh…” Clive struggled to find the proper words for a moment. “Thank you Miss Monagham, it was really nice… to talk I mean.”
Heather smiled, her golden fur making her presence as warm as the morning sun. “Of course. I’ll see you around, Clive.”
From inside the break room, Clive thought he heard some cackling, high pitched and staccato. If he had to place a guess, it sounded a lot like hyena laughter. Not an uncommon thing to hear at the zoo, they did have a couple of yeens running around, so maybe it was one of them getting over excited or something.
The man shrugged, didn’t really matter all that much, his lunch was almost over and he still had work to do. With the couple minutes he had left, he noticed Miss Monagham’s scent still lingered in the room, not as strong as it was when he was right next to her, but still noticeable. He found that it was actually quite a pleasant smell now that it was thick in his nose.
He had to shake that thought away as he clocked out of lunch, today was already weird enough, his foggy mind didn’t need to make it weirder. Grabbing all the stuff he needed, he walked back over to the tigers and continued his shift like nothing had happened.
The hours passed, bringing Clive closer and closer to the end of the day and eventual hang out with his friends. With so few people around, he didn’t really have much to do other than walk around and look busy. He saw his manager come around every so often, always giving him a wave as she checked the female bathroom in the area. It wasn’t till after his last break of the day that he actually felt he needed to do anything that demanded more than a simple sweeping of his broom.
Approaching one of the many work closets filled with what he needed, the human dug around in his pocket, searching for his keys to unlock it. It gave him pause when he didn’t immediately find it like he should have. He dug ever deeper into his pocket, expecting to feel cold metal, yet all he felt was the cloth of his clothes.
Looking down at his shorts in disbelief, Clive checked his other pocket. Nothing. His back pockets, also nothing. Just to make sure, he patted down his whole body and still, NOTHING! If it was just his work keys that were missing, it would be no big deal, he would just have to pay for new ones was all. It wasn’t just his work keys missing though, his damn car keys were missing!
“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” He screamed in his mind. “Sshhit! God damn…” He paused, breathing in deeply to calm his panicked nerves. “Deep breaths,” he spoke aloud to reassure him further. “Deeeeep breaths. You’ve got a spare at home, Clive. You’re ok. You’re ok.”
He did indeed have a spare at home so he wasn’t totally out of luck, he just had to get someone to bring them to him if he really needed them to. He could probably just call his dad or mom and they would come and that’s assuming he doesn’t just find his keys before his shift is over. He must’ve just dropped them or left somewhere and forgot to grab them. All he had to do was retrace his steps and he would be ok.
Everything will be ok.
Still a bit panicked, Clive sped walked over to where he had his last break hoping he left them there. After a couple minutes of searching however, he came up empty handed. Maybe back at his lunch break in the break room. His mind didn’t even register that Miss Monagham was there with him, too focused on the possibility of his keys being there.
So he retraced his exact path he took, eyes scanning the floor the whole way through until he reached the break room. Searching the room only left him empty handed and feeling a little more panicked than he was before. There was still one more he thought to check before he would truly start to panic, the lost and found. If they’d be anywhere it would be there.
Clive rushed over to the home base building, where the lost and found was, hope rising in his chest that his keys would be there and everything would be ok. Inside the building, he found an anthro deer sitting behind the counter, clearly the receptionist, who looked up from whatever she was doing to greet the new guest.
“Hey there, how can I help you today mister?” The doe greeted him with her perfect customer service voice.
“H-huff-hi,” Clive out of breath from speed walking around so much. “Have you seen any-huff-any keys come in today.”
The receptionist tilted her head and her face scrunched up in thought. “Keys? Let me check.” Her head ducked behind the counter, looking around for any possible keys that might’ve come in. When she came back up, her face told Clive all he needed to know.
“Sorry mister, no keys.”
A pang of disappointment shot through his body, shattering what little hope he had built up into pieces. “It’s… It’s all good ma’am. Thanks for checking.”
Before Clive left, she added, “Maybe if you come by again at the end of the day someone might’ve dropped them off.”
“Y-yeah, yeah. I’ll come by again.”
“Great! Hope you find them, mister.”
“Thanks. Have a good day ma’am.”
“Mhmm.”
When Clive left the building, he was well and truly shot of any hope. Maybe someone might find them in the last hour of his shift and he could just come by again and pick them up, but he doubted it. He relegated to the fact that he was just gonna have to call someone after his shift to bring him his spare and that was that.
Dejected, he made his way back over to the tigers, feet starting to ache from walking around so much. He still kept his eye out for any possible hint of his keys, eyes staying on the ground at all times.
With nearly no one around and his search occupying most of his mind, Clive was oblivious to his surroundings. He didn’t notice the still fresh air around him get overpowered by the powerful musk of his manager until it was too late. Walking at a decent pace, he bumped face first into Miss Mongham’s belly, feeling for a split second the plush layer of fat that covered her powerful abs before he bounced off her immovable frame.
Miss Monagham looked down at the little human with amusement, watching as he struggled not to fall to the ground. “Well hello there, Clive.”
It took a couple more seconds for Clive to right himself up, clearing his throat in embarrassment. “Oh, uh… hey there ma’am. D-didn’t see you there.”
“Clearly,” she teased. “You good?”
“Yeah, it’s just…” He wondered if it was a good idea to tell her the truth, if she might get mad at him for losing them. She would learn eventually one way or another though, she was his manager after all. With a defeated sigh, he told her the truth, “I lost my keys.”
Clive missed the flash of predatory excitement that went through Miss Monagham’s hazel eyes, quickly changing into natural sympathy. “Oh really, do you… do you know where you lost them.”
“No,” Clive sighed. “Not a single sign of them. Retraced my steps, checked the lost and found, checked places where they probably wouldn’t be and still nothing. My damn car keys were with them.”
The hyena winced, almost as if she’d been in his position once and it wasn’t fun. “Damn. Are you gonna be able to get home alright?”
“Yeah I’ll be fine, got a spare at home. Just gonna be a pain in the ass you know.”
“Good.”
Clive thought he heard some satisfaction in her voice but it was probably just his panicked brain making things up.
“I can help.” Monaghan offered, cutting off his train of thought. “Help look for your keys I mean.”
Clive looked up at her, hope glinting in his eyes. “Really?”
“Really,” the hyena confirmed. “I’d hate to see you stuck here for longer than you need to. I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for them on my routes.”
Clive released a breath he didn’t know he had held, a wave of naive hope flooding his body. “Oh thank god. Thank you so much Miss Monagham.”
She patted the top of his head, soft and reassuring. “Of course Clive, anything for my employees. Now you go and continue looking, I’ll look the other way.”
Clive nodded and listened to her instruction, thanking her once more as he left to look back in a place he already checked. He felt the absence of her presence shortly after, her aura of musk following her as she got further and further away. He hoped that somehow his manager would find his keys and he would all be ok.
For the last half hour of his shift, the man walked around the general area of where he might possibly have gone, doing small bits of actual work here and the so as to not feel useless. His efforts once more left him empty handed and dejected. He checked in with the nice deer lady, asking if she’s seen anything but she sadly reported that she had not. Not hearing anything from his manager yet, he sulked his way over to the break room, putting away his broom and pan beforehand.
He was about to give up entirely when his radio that he forgot to put away chirped up.
“Hey Clive, it’s Heather.”
Clive was a little confused about the lack of formality she had over radio, something she drilled into everyone to always maintain, but responded all the same. “Yyyyeah, I hear ya.”
“Great! Come to my office, I found your keys.”
A string of complex emotions hit him all at the same time. First it was confusion, quickly replaced by pure and utter elation, which slowly subsided into quiet questioning. She was so quick and curt, only just telling him ‘she had his keys’. Why didn’t she say more or elaborate on anything? He quickly rationalized that she told him over the radio and it would be much easier to explain things in person. It didn’t really matter anyways, his keys were found and he could go home, that’s all that mattered.
As quickly as he could, he put his radio away, signed his slip of paper he got in the morning, clocked out for the day, and hastily made his way over to his manager’s office. Opening the door to her office unleashed a wave of cool AC air, a relief from the hot day and inviting him further into her office. He entered, closing the door behind him with a click and turned to see the strangest sight.
His manager was indeed there with his keys, only that she had this devilish grin on her face and she was twirling his keys around one of her large fingers. She sat in her office chair, legs crossed over one another and a pleased look on her face as she stared at Clive. It was almost a complete 180 from how she was earlier in the day and Clive started to wonder what her true intentions for him were.
His thoughts were cut short by a single, powerful word.
“Come.”
Clive looked back behind him, at the door he just closed, and wondered if it was better to just leave. She had his keys though and he really really didn’t want to wait to get them. What was the worst she could do? Tease him or something? So he beckoned her call, silently walking towards her.
As he approached her, her musk hit him once again, seemingly stronger in the cool fresh air. There were no outside smells to dilute hers in this room, only her thick and powerful smell that made the man hesitate for a moment before he continued further. When he reached her, she stopped twirling his keys around, catching them in one swift motion.
“Good boy.”
Her sultry tone and words stunned Clive too much to speak, his mind racing with too many things on his mind.
“Now, as you can see, I found your keys.” She dangled them just slightly out of reach. “But I’m going to need something in return if you want them back.”
That knocked him out of his stupor. “What… what do you mean?”
“I was just about to get into that hun. All I need from you is just one little thing, ok.”
He wondered just what exactly this ‘one little thing’ he needed to do was. He’d done a pretty good job up to this point in his work, doing what was told of him and being friendly around others. It probably wasn’t going to be anything too bad, some small task or whatever and he would have his back.
A quick one time thing.
“Ooookay,” he hesitated slightly. “What do you need?”
“Well, you spent quite a lot of time looking for these right?” She jiggled the keys in her hand.
“Yeah, maybe like two hours or something.”
“Two hours of you not doing any work.”
“But… I couldn’t,” Clive struggled to find the proper words he wanted to say. She of all people would understand he couldn’t do anything without his keys, she helped him find them after all. “I couldn’t do anything.”
Miss Monagham didn’t say a word, just gave Clive a look a mother would give to her son right after catching him in a lie, asking him ‘Really.’ She knew full well there were plenty of things he could’ve done or even asked for a position switch to better fit his lack of keys.
Clive couldn’t handle her hazel pools looking at him like that, staring away in embarrassment. “I-I mean yeah, I could’ve done a couple more things than I did but not the big stuff, I didn’t have my keys.”
“And why didn’t you have your keys in the first place?” Miss Monagham replied immediately.
Clive sighed in defeat, knowing he couldn’t convince her. “Because I lost them.”
“Because you lost them.” She nodded to herself, again like a mother who knew best the whole time. “We wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t lost them and as such, that leads me to what I need you to do.”
Clive's eyes pleaded her to take mercy on him for his little mistake. “What is it?”
“To…,” She paused as is she needed to think it over. “To compensate for the two hours you didn’t work.”
Clive didn’t like the prospect of working an extra two whole hours but if that’s what she wanted him to do, it’s what he would do. “Where?”
“Right here, in my office.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“Well you see Clive, I’ve been working awfully hard this week. Many people are out on vacation so I have to step in most days, add on the fact the park is getting busier and busier.”
She wasn’t wrong, summer break was in full swing and a bunch of kids and their parents were visiting. Some days Clive would have to pull the trash two or three times during the lunch rush.
“And I’ve started working out recently as well.” She added on.
“That explains the musk from earlier,” Clive thought. “And the musk that’s filling the room.”
“Doing all this work can really make a girl sore, you know. My legs and arms are killing me and don’t even get started on my core.”
“Yeah, I bet.” Clive tried to placate her with a smile.
“You bet correctly.” Monagham answered back with her own wide grin.
“So what does that have to do with my overtime?”
“Right right.” Her grin grew ever wider. “Why don’t you help a girl out and give her a nice massage? Just two hours is all and only in the most sore places.”
She said it like it was an offer he could refuse but the way her hazel eyes stared at his own told him it was more of a demand. His face turned shades of red as images of him and his manager flashed through his head, all of them were different variations of almost naked as he eased her sore muscles. He didn’t not like those images, he liked Miss Monagham for sure but god, he never expected this to happen to him.
“I also need to get my keys,” Clive rationalized.
“So?” Monagham knocked him out of his thoughts. “You decided yet?”
“Yeah, I’ll…” He blushed even more. “I’ll do it.”
“Good boy.” She patted the top of his head, rewarding him for his correct answer. “I want you to start on my back alright, my shoulders especially. I can barely roll them because of how sore they are.
“Right um,” Clive looked around for any possible place for his manager to lay down but stopped when he noticed his manager was already out of her chair.
She was moving towards her own office couch, which was a pretty good height for what she had planned. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, eyes never leaving Clive, forcing him to stare right at her. When she reached the fourth button, her generous bosom spilled out into the air and in the primal part of Clive’s brain, he was slightly disappointed she still had a bra on. She must’ve noticed that disappointment as well as a quiet hyena cackle bubbled in her throat. She didn’t say anything but they both knew, she had him hook, line, and sinker.
When she finally reached the last button, she handed it over to Clive as she walked by. The fabric was saturated in her scent and Clive was very very tempted to take some greedy huffs but he resisted. He didn’t want to look like a freak in front of his manager, even though he was about to give her a massage. He let the shirt drop to the floor and looked back at Miss Monagham, who was now lying belly down on her couch, her sultry eyes beckoning him to her,
He obeyed.
Still nervous, Clive walked up to his lounging manager who eagerly awaited her much deserved massage. Her back was well defined, strong upper and lower back muscles were clear to see. His hands slowly reached out to begin his two hours of overtime but stopped when he felt her soft, well kept fur touch his supple skin.
Clive gulped down a wad of saliva stuck in his throat. “I’ve never given someone a massage before.”
“Don’t worry hun,” Miss Monagham reassured. “ I’m sure your hands can do wonders. Who knows,” she chuckled to herself. “Maybe you’ll be naturally gifted at it.”
“Y-yeah, maybe you're right.”
“I’m always right.”
Doubts quelled, Clive took a deep breath, one that was filled with the hints of his manager’s musk, and dove his hands into her fur and onto her body. He started his work at her shoulders just like she asked, rubbing her traps to get a feel for things and find any knots of muscles. Very quickly he found some, thick knots that must’ve built up over the course of months without any treatment. Using his thumbs and palms, he applied gentle pressure to them, hoping to ease them out slowly with care.
“You can go harder hun.” Miss Monagham grunted. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Of course. Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, you’re doing a good job.”
Clive nodded and smiled, Monagham’s voice having a strange effect on him that made him feel so at ease. If she said he was doing good, then he believed it was true and continued on. He put more force into her coiled up knots, slowly feeling them fade away into nothingness.
When he felt he was done on her traps, Clive moved on to her deltoids without any instruction to do so. He listened closely to her grunts and groans for guidance, instinctively knowing when to go hard or when to ease off the pressure a little until all knots were gone and he could move on.
Miss Monagham sighed and grunted in satisfaction. Her little plan had worked wonders and now she had her precious little man all to herself for two good hours and by god, she was gonna enjoy those two hours. Her built up stress over the month melted away in the soft grip of Clive’s hands, leaving behind the soft glow of pleasure.
She was right, he definitely had some naturally born talent in this, a talent that needed refining yes, but still there all the same. The only thing that was missing was some good oil to help with the rub down, a minor mistake she’ll correct in the future.
With just her shoulders tented too, Monagham felt lighter than air and better than she’s ever felt in the last 5 years or so. He didn’t stop there either, Clive was a good boy for her and moved quickly onto her arms, working his magic there like before. With each clump of stressed muscle removed, she felt more and more at ease and even a little aroused at times when he got close to her butt and boobs.
Two hours now didn’t feel nearly long enough and now Monagham wished she negotiated for three or even four more. However, all good things must come to an end eventually and when the clock struck seven Clive had just finished work on her lower legs and was about to move higher. She could probably get him to stay longer and go higher, but Monagham was a woman of her word.
She sighed and sat up on the couch. “Well, time’s up Clive.”
“Oh, really?”
He sounded so genuinely surprised and Monagham knew for sure now she could’ve gotten away with a little extra time.
“Yes really. Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“Yeah, guess you’re right.”
Monagham hummed in agreement, “Maybe we can finish where we left off another time hun?”
Clive blushed, not from embarrassment but excitement at the prospect of another massage session with his manager. “I–I’d love to Miss Monagham.”
“I’ve told you that you can call me Heather.”
“Right, I’d love to Heather.”
Heather stood up now and patted the top of Clive’s head. “Good boy. Now, time for your reward for doing such a good job.”
She didn’t even bother putting her shirt back on as she walked over to her desk, grabbing Clive’s keys from a drawer she put them in before they started the massage. She jingled them, a call for Clive to come and get them, a call he listened too.
Heather offered the man the jingling trinket, “Here you go.”
Clive graciously accepted them and looked up at Heather with starry eyes. “Thank you so much Heather!”
“Oh it was nothing hun. If anything, I should be thanking you for doing such a good job, I haven’t felt this good in a long time hun.”
Clive blushed, “T-thanks.”
“Now just make sure you don’t go losing these again,” Heather’s wide yeen grin from before returned. “Well, not unless you want ‘this’ to happen again.”
Clive’s whole face was red now and he could barely look Heather in the eyes. “I-I-I make sure not to lose it again.”
“Good, now be on your way.”
Still flustered and unable to talk, Clive just nodded and turned to leave his manager’s office but was stopped by her soft paw grabbing his shoulder.
“One more thing before you go.”
Clive was about to ask what it was she wanted but was cut off when she planted a soft kiss on the top of his forehead, leaving a wet and slightly black lipstick mark on his head. A parting gift for him to remember her by.
“See you tomorrow hun.”