That new accountant Jamie likes

From Create Your Own Story

You look up and see a nervous-looking bull. You don't recognize him, but assume it's that new accountant because of his clothes and obvious lack of familiarity with the cubical maze. He's a little less chubby then Jamie, more muscular and probably a few centimeters taller. The horns probably help with that impression, though. He's wearing a green polo shirt with a pair of tan khakis, and probably left that visor accountants always wear back at his desk. You hold back a smile, visualizing him with a pair of blinders on, slaving away at a stack of paperwork. Sure, it's stereotypical, but if he wasn't so nervous he'd probably be thinking similar thoughts about you chasing your tail over these expense reports.

"I'm really sorry to bother you," says the bull, "but could you tell me where the restroom is?" His voice is about two octaves higher than you would expect it from his size and bulk, and he lacks the brutish grunts that is are as instinctive for bulls as perking your red ears is for you.

"Oh sure. Bathroom, that's down this aisle till the first junction, then a left. Go straight until you reach the soda machine, then take a right and the mens' is to the right of the water fountain." you say.

"Thank you very much, sir." says the bull as he hurries off past the cubicles and down towards the bathroom. You bring up your hands and rest your muzzle on them as you watch him scurry away. He does not move like he needs to relieve himself... so why was he in such a rush to get to the restroom that he felt he needed to ask someone?

Just then, the phone rings and you pick it up. It's your boss and she wants to see you in her office. You quickly forget about the bull, he probably just wanted to empty his bladder before he went to a meeting like a good bean-counter. You get up from your desk and stroll down towards your manager's office with your hands in your pockets. The boss doesn't call people to her office to rage at them, and there's usually a queue. She's much nicer on the eyes and ears than most bosses, even with that nasty rumor that she tore someone's heart out with her bare claws for a drunken mistake that cost the company a cold million. You stop by Jamie's cubicle to see how he is doing. He isn't there so you just keep walking. The boss probably has a special project for you, joy of joys. More than likely, Jamie had to run some gizmo down to IT or somewhere, all that running is the only thing keeping him in shape. You should really invite him to the gym with you, but always worry that the sight of you in your workout clothes will be too much for his wild imagination.

Once you reach the manager's office, you pass a coworker who has just left and are sent right inside. You sit down on the chair in front of the heavy wood desk and aim a neutral smile at her back. Your boss is a slim feline who always wears the most expensive-looking clothes, but she can afford them. You like to think that you're part of the reason she has such a successful department, but really all you are is a piston in the engine. Exceptional performance reports or no. She also doesn't have a secretary anymore, well, not a physical one anyway. A couple thousand dollars worth of high-end software sits on her computer, and she is almost never without her wireless headset. Not one of those cheap Bluefang earpieces either, it's a full headset. One of the guys in IT told you it's a model professional gamers use, complete with colored LEDs that blink in an almost hypnotic fashion. Half the department is worried that she can listen in on phone conversations with that setup, in defiance of about seven privacy acts.

"You wanted to see me, Ms. Bastet?" you say, waiting for her to acknowledge you. She pulls one of the earpieces to the rear of her head and swivels towards you. Her eyes widen and she pulls back from her console, giving you her full attention. Desperately, you pray that you remembered to zip your fly on your rush to work.

"Ummmm," The feline purrs, obviously searching back in her memory for what she wanted from you. She rubs her paws together and appears a bit flustered. "Yes, I did. I just wanted to tell you that I need you..." She blushes a touch, then quickly adds, "to come in for work on Saturday."

"Oh, okay." You answer, surprised by the simple request. The blush looks good on her, you think idly. Then you realize that she is leaning slightly over her desk, emphasizing her breasts, "I mean, yes ma'am, I can come in tomorrow."

"Good. Ummm..." She laces her paws, still looking flustered.

You look at her, obviously puzzled, after all she's the boss, why is she so uncomfortable around you all of a sudden? That soft purr tickles the base of your brain, arousing your fantasies. Sure, the two of you have worked closely on projects before, but you're just part of her department. Maybe it was just a control game. After all even with her charms and appealing body, she was still sitting in that chair because she was good at exercising power and cultivating authority. Right now, she was probably screwing with your brain on so many levels that Freud himself would asplode his head like that poor chump from Scanners just trying to figure it out.

"That is all I needed to say. You may return to your cubical now." She drops her gaze, looking anywhere but at your eyes.

What do you do?:

• Get up and go back to your desk
• Ask, "Is that really all you needed?"
• Expose your sheath to the boss

Furry Status (you)
Health	100	Equipment: Dress shirt, Tie, Work pants
Gender	Male
Species	Fox