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[NSFW] Office Space Shenanigans (Yume Kuribayashi & Dreamstreet)

Misty gave Ophelia a nod and smiled a little as they talked about Liz and Kana fucking Max. "I bet he'll be a boy in heaven when she returns... Imagine having to satisfy two futas, and it not being some porn plot." He said and chuckled a little.
 
"Mm-hmm. As far as dreams go, it's the kind most wouldn't expect to come true. Unless you happened to know more than a few futas personally. And lucky for Maxy, he knows four. So far, anyways." Ophelia set the coffeepot down and closed up the thermos, having left enough for Misty to pour a second cup if he wanted.
 
"Four? Oh you mean Adriana?" Misty asked with a wondering look on his face. "But does he dare to go for her? I mean, she seems too intimidating for someone as timid as her... Plus she seemed to have her standard of partners."
 
"Mm-hmm," Ophelia confirmed with a nod. "Not right now, he wouldn't, but I have a feeling she's no exception to his goal either. I wouldn't be surprised if he considers her the "final boss" of it all. A reputation that would more than fit our Corporate Mistress to a tee, without a doubt!"
 
Misty laughed once again at Ophelia's description of Adriana as Max's final boss. "That is true, but right now it sounds like Max would have the biggest rival to get himself into her corporate pants... And that is you, her new favorite plaything." He said with a wide grin on his face. "I wonder if he can get so used to futas, that he can compete with the big Opera Brest."
 
"So I'm the semi-final boss, then. Though if we're being specific, I'm more the master he has to spar with and beat before heading off to the final battle, as it were." Ophelia took a drink from the thermos, heading into the living room to collect her clothes. "I mean, if that's what it takes for Adriana to consider him worthy of taking her dick, then I wouldn't mind facing him at all, again and again until the moment of truth finally arrives."
 
Misty just kept on chuckling at the description Ophelia had on how she would affect Max's quest for all the futa dicks in the world. "Sound like a deep porn plot to me... The cute femboy being taught by the master futa, to take on the biggest dickgirls he can find." He said and let out another playful laugh. "But I think you firstly have to settle things with him and Nikki before you can become his sexy teacher in taming futas... And don't be late for that today either."
 
"Doesn't it, though? It'd easily be the plottiest porn flick to come out since the '70s, that's for sure!" Ophelia let out another laugh, trailing off with a sigh as Misty returned the topic back to the elephant in the room. As she grabbed her underwear and fitted them on, she responded with all the confident seriousness that it entailed. "Right, we really should smooth that over before we start making any plans. How long does it normally take you to get into the office, again?"
 
"It's about thirty minutes from here by foot. I would love to drive you, but I meet in a little later, and besides." Misty would lean a little on his side of the chair and playfully rubbed his exposed hip. "I need a shower too after last night... I can't go to work, smelling like I just had a horny futa up my ass all night." He said and let out a playful laugh.
 
Ophelia's smile faded for a moment as Misty answered her. "Is that so..." After a few seconds, she shrugged. "Ah, it's no biggie. I walked here all the way from their apartment last night, it wouldn't hurt to do the same to the office, even with all the extra eyes on me." She closed her bra in back and then sat as she fitted on her dress shirt.
 
Misty looked over Ophelia's outfit and grinned a little at her. "I think it'll be fine... Besides I might have some of your old clothes over in the dresser in my bedroom. You did have a habit of leaving some clothes around my place... Maybe because you preferred to never wear any clothes with me." He said with another laugh. "Plus I always figured that you would want it back some day or another."
 
At Misty's reminder of all the times she ditched clothes at his place in the past, she shrugged her shoulders while giving him a brief smirk. "Hey, with the amount of sex we were having, it was easier to just let it all out." She closed her eyes and chuckled, fitting the last buttons through their respective holes. "But now that you mention it, it wouldn't hurt taking some of them back. I think I'll stop by again after work and grab some of 'em." At the same time, she grabbed her skirt, fitting it on with the most ease.
 
Misty still giggled for himself at Ophelia's comments, but gave the futa a smile along the way. "You're free to come take a look at them... But I got a feeling my collection of your clothes might get bigger no matter what, if you keep on coming over." He said playfully while winking at her.
 
"If it ever grows, I'll try to make sure its size is regulated. Even if I wind up leaving one night dressed like I came outta the '80s!" Ophelia laughed some, thinking back to the outfit in question before, with a sigh, pulling her jacket on and buttoning it up. "But the time for that can come later. Right now, I've got some music to face over at the office." She turned to the door, held up her index and middle fingers in a salute, and winked to Misty. "Wish me luck~!" She then blew a hands-free kiss his way before heading towards his door, where she had left her heels.
 
Misty smiled widely at Ophelia, as she moved over to the door and was now ready to head to the office. "Good luck, but I got a feeling you'll do all right." He said and gave the futa a peace sign and blew her a kiss back, before she would head out the door. "You always solve these things somehow." He said to himself after she had headed out, thinking that she wouldn't have any issues handling this little drama
 
"That I will, Misty. That I will." Ophelia nodded in agreement with Misty's departing statements, tapping her heels into place once they were fitted on. With one last raise of her hand, the other holding her bag, she opened the door and headed out into the hall, beginning her walk to the office. She didn't hear his last remark - being for himself, it only made sense - but she would've appreciated it regardless.

The streets serving as Ophelia's route to the Rislyle Building weren't too populous, at least to start, at her 7:40 (or whereabouts) departure time. Other pedestrians were sparse, and of those few she came across, about half averted their gaze while the others stopped to take a look. Not a surprising response, especially for an area comparatively less affluent than that where she lived and occasionally jogged around. The futa just played the whole thing off coolly, cheerfully waving to those who paid attention and ignoring those who didn't. But it was when she got out of the residential portion of her route that the pedestrian traffic picked up and the amount of eyes on her increased. It was one thing if she were at an entertainment event where people knew what they were getting, but the idea of having that many people silently acknowledge, through interest or shock or the occasional pout of disgust, at her mere being made her notably more nervous. How many of those thoughts were aimed towards her identity and how many towards her bulge in general, she couldn't say. Just that she knew it would eventually pass.

It was a relief when, at a minute or two past 8:10, she reached her office building at long last. She took a deep breath once inside, heading for the elevator and riding up to the 12th floor, where Asakai U.S. East's offices were situated. All she had to worry about now were three things: Adriana taking advantage of her coming in later than 8, Max's general response to being around her after last night's incident, and what Nicki had to say about the same.
 
At the office, the first of the three in question that Ophelia would meet was in fact Max. He was already in the office, sitting at the desk with his laptop and started working. At first he was simply focused on getting into working, that he didn't even see the futa until he heard her stepping closer. As he saw her, he let out a gasp, blushed intensely and looked around as if he was panicking. Then without warning, he quickly headed out of the room towards the toilets in the hallway, leaving the futa alone for now.

It was then, the sound of a pair of heels stepped into the room. "Say, Miss Zheng... Care to explain this situation, or do you expect me to connect the dots on my own?" The sound of Adriana that had just entered the room, stood tall behind Ophelia, wearing her usual business suit and held her hands on her hips while staring down the other futa.
 
In a sense, Ophelia was relieved that it was Max of all three possible co-workers she ran into first upon entering the office. Unsurprisingly, he got all skittish the moment he realized who was approaching and fled as soon as he could. She stopped as she watched him leave, joining a number of other co-workers in doing so. Once he was out, she sighed softly. "Had a feeling that would happen..." she muttered to herself before turning around, opening up her laptop and booting it up for the day. But before she could sit down, the sound of Adriana's voice entered her ears, the intimidatingly smooth tones calling her to attention.

Turning to face the other futa, she swallowed what air was presently in her throat and took a brief, subtle breath before giving her response. "It was an after-hours affair, Miss Marston. Maxy-err, Mister Monroe and I had a mild altercation last night and from the looks of it, he hasn't gotten over it yet." She leaned forward, putting her hand beside her mouth and speaking in a lower tone. "That's all I can tell you out in the open here." She glanced around some at one or two of the other employees listening in on the interaction. A quick glance was enough to get them to quickly return their focus to their morning tasks.
 
Adriana's eyes followed every single one of Ophelia's little movements as she explained her situation between her and Max. Once she was done, her eyes would divert to the people looking around as well, and almost control them with her gaze to make sure they wouldn't pay any closer attention to them than they already were. "Something tells me that libido of yours have made quite the mess of things for today... Causing both your professional relationship and your ability to meet on time to decline." She said and looked Ophelia directly in the eyes, as if forcing her to look back at her gaze. "Then fix the former of those two first. You'll report to my office right after lunch where we'll discuss both... And don't you dare be late again!" She said in a slightly raised tone, before she would turn around and head back to her own office.
 
Ophelia started to nervously chuckle as Adriana pointed out the issues that arose from the previous night's incident, though the direct eye contact she immediately received from the other futa put a quick stop to that. She stood at attention, holding her breath for the duration that Adriana delivered her orders, then bowed her upper body to her in complacent understanding. "Y-yes, ma'am!"

It was when she walked off that Ophelia was able to relax again, letting out a deep breath as she sat in her chair and opened her laptop. "Easier said than done," she muttered to herself. "How am I supposed to 'fix my professional relationship' when the other half can't bear to show his face around me?" She sighed again, lowering her head. "Never thought I'd say this, but the sooner Nicki gets in, the better..." With that, she looked back at her screen, typed her login credentials, and moved straight into working.

She left it unspoken, but she was a little glad she wouldn't have to inform Adriana of all the details that went on until later. Of course, that made it a more foreboding task, but the opportunity to smooth things over first was a welcome one. But as she said, there was a long way for her to go before things were copacetic again.
 
It only took about five minutes from when Ophelia sat down at her desk and began to work, that a pair of hands would move around her body and grab hold of her breasts through her outfit, and then gave them a quick squeeze. "Say my name once, and I'll come groping at you." A familiar voice said, which would soon be revealed to be Nikki. Her face was showing a wide grin, that almost seemed more forced than her usual perverted grin. "Wanna know what happens if you say my name twice or even three time?" She asked playfully as she humped against the back of Ophelia's chair. It seemed like she had turned her harassment up another level after the incident the night before.
 
She had a feeling she'd eat those words. Ophelia yelped softly, trying to stifle it as much as possible, as Nikki groped her in greeting. Not too surprising, as it was Nikki, after all, but still a shock, with her comment almost suggesting that she somehow knew she muttered her name earlier. As many questions as that could have raised, she didn't concern herself with any of them, instead glancing back at the shemale with a wry grin. "Whatever happens, I don't think it's something we should be doing out in the open like this. And especially when there are more important matters at hand..." With a blink, she looked back; not at the screen, but at Max's unoccupied desk space. "I know last night was a shock, but he can't avoid me forever. Though I don't blame him in the slightest..."
 
Nikki would glance over at the empty desk that Max would sit at if he wasn't hiding from Ophelia. "Yeah I know..." She said while letting out a sigh, as she for once seemed rather serious all of a sudden. "Well you see, me and Max have been friends for many years... So many you can say that we're childhood friends, though I was always the one protecting him. Even back then he was all cute and timid." She said and had a sudden nostalgic smile on her face. "He's mostly just used to me teasing him every now and again, but when he said that he got himself a girlfriend, I never thought that it would be you... He really got some good taste." She said in her usual playful tone while eyeing up the futa in question. "I bet he's as surprised as I am, if he thinks I banged his girlfriend."
 
It was odd seeing Nicki speak and act seriously for once, enough that it would've been almost unsettling to anyone who's been on the receiving end of her harassment. Yet, at the same time, it was sweet, heartwarming even, hearing her nostalgically reflect on her adolescence (at the very least) spent with Max. It wasn't the time to pry further in that regard, not that Ophelia even wanted to. She was content just listening in as Nicki let it all unfold naturally. "It's a classic relationship, that's for sure." Plus the stray comment or two.

But then, as the shemale made mention of Max's girlfriend and immediately assumed it was her, Ophelia couldn't help but cough in amusement, successfully stifling it before it became a full-blown chortle, and straightened herself out just in time for Nicki to ogle her. The futa blushed, giggling softly as she brushed her hair aside in response to her flattery. "I appreciate the compliments, Nicki, really, but you've got it all wrong. I've been with Maxy countless times, sure, but I'm not the girlfriend of his he told you about. He's actually dating a friend of mine; the daughter of a friend, if we're being specific. Sweet girl, and a true futa just like me to boot."

After Nicki reacted to that correction, Ophelia moved on to the next. "As for why he's avoiding me, well... He's probably shell-shocked that I met and slept with his oh-so-mysterious roommate before he was ready to introduce..." She looked down for a moment, then glanced over. "...and that I now know his oh-so-mysterious roommate is you, Nicki." She closed her eyes, letting out a brief chuckle. "With how much of a hard time he's seen you give me, I bet he thought I'd get so mad just knowing. But with how well we've gotten on lately, that isn't really the case anymore, now is it?"
 
For once, Nikki actually had a surprised look on her face as she listened to the fact that Max had actually gotten himself a girlfriend that wasn't Ophelia, but instead another futa. "Really? Little Max actually got himself a girlfriend? And one that I haven't already fucked, right?" She asked and her eyes glanced around, like she was trying to recall all the people she had fucked in the past, but no futa came up in her mind apart from Ophelia.

All of a sudden, she reached over to grab the futa's hand and pulled her along towards the toilet that Max had sought refuge in. "Let's get this solved right away then! That naive boy has got nothing to be embarrassed about now!" She said and went ahead like she knew where Max had gone off to. It didn't take long before they would be at the door, which of course was set to occupied. Nikki would just knock on the door a few times, telling him to open, but no answers would come from other side of the door.

"If you don't open the door, I'm gonna tell all your colleges about how little Maxine loves cleaning up the apartment in a french maid outf-" She didn't get any further than that before the door was quickly opened by a desperate Max.

"I told you not to call me that anymore!!" He said and started to lightly slap his hands against Nikki, who just laughed it off like it was normal, before she would pull him into a tight hug that he wouldn't be able to get away from.

"Oh you sweet little cute boy, and here you made me think that I was fucking around with your girlfriend... And it turns out she isn't even your girlfriend!" She said and turned Max around to look over at Ophelia, which in turn made the femboy blush heavily in embarrassment. "I think you need to understand that you aren't the only one around here who can sleep around, just because you got the cutest butt in the office." She said and smacked his ass hard, getting loud squeal out of Max. "Isn't that right, babe?" She asked while looking over at Ophelia.
 
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