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The Furry Employee [PassionEmbrace]

Ren Olvry

Ren Olvry

Supernova
Joined
Dec 22, 2012
Grumbling slightly to himself as he adjusted the, for him rather uncomfortable, polo shirt around his neck, the red panda fur pressed onward into the building as soon as he was done with that, confident enough that he looked the part he was going for as long as it wasn't the sort of place that required actual suits. Rather hoping that it wasn't, he glanced around a little in some curiosity as he entered the building itself, not even seeming to notice as the receptionist sitting at the desk caught him with a rather odd stare. He was rather used to that sort of thing; furs weren't exactly common, so of course people would be surprised to see them.

"Er... can I help you?" the secretary asked curiously, causing the red panda to blink once and turn his attention to them.

"Yeah... Ren Olvry, I'm here for an interview," he spoke with a small grin, walking up near the desk.

"Right... hang on, please," the secretary spoke, pressing a button on the phone nearby to page her boss who was do to take the interview. "Your next appointment is here," they spoke over the com link, releasing the button and glancing cautiously back to the furred man in front of her. "She should be out shortly," the secretary assured.
 
Reagan Tyler had been sitting at her desk, since around six that morning. She had to get a few of her employee reviews done, she hated this part of the job. She was never good at saying a bad word about anyone. So the stack of folders on her desk didn't seem to be getting shorter, even though it was now five minutes to eight.

She jumped a little when Jessica came over the speaker, "your next appointment is here."

"Oh good, I will be right out. Did you offer him some coffee?" She added just before the line went blank. Jessica had herself an attitude problem, something Reagan would have to remedy pretty soon.

Fixing the hem of her charcoal grey pencil skirt, she then straightened up the white button up blouse. It was a more casual work place then most, but she still like to dress a little more professional. Her strappy black heels clicked on the marble floors as she walked down the hall. The sound stopped immediately when she saw who was waiting for her. He was covered in black and red fur.

"Mr. Olvry," she said with a confused question in her tone.
 
The red panda's ears perked up as he caught the sound of footsteps, high heels if he wasn't mistaken... for whatever that observation was even worth. Not much, likely enough. Attractive; that was a rather more useful observation that his golden eyes caught as they fell on the woman. Married as well, judging by the ring his eyes lingered on for the briefest, likely unnoticeable moment, but that, as well, wasn't really a point of concern to him. More so the fact that she was, with any luck, soon enough to be his employer.

"At your service. Though I normally prefer just 'Ren,'" he replied with a little grin, offering a little bow in turn. "You would be Mrs. Tyler, then?" he asked in turn, his head tilting slightly to the side as he offered a hand out to the woman. "Hope my appearance isn't too surprising, considering there's hardly any furs around these parts, but yeah, I'm here for the interview," he added, a friendly tone and expression never leaving the fur's voice or features.
 
Still a little shocked she extended her own hand, there definitely weren't that many furs around. The entire concept was rather new to most people. "Ah, yes I am Mrs. Tyler, you may just call me Reagan if you like." She felt very rude, because she knew she was staring, but the color of his eyes was something else she had never seen before. Then she quickly yanked her hand away when she realized it still held his, a slight pink rose to her cheeks.

Shaking her head and clearing her throat, "Ren.. please come with me to my office." As she turned Jessica silently mouthed the words "holy crap", but Reagan just waved her off. Looking back behind herself as he joined her, "so what made you apply for the job as an assistant Mr. Olv...Ren?" She corrected herself at the last second. Her hips swayed with each of her steps, the thin heels made her legs look even longer then they already were. "I mean do you have much experience as an assistant?"
 
The red panda gave a little nod as she confirmed her name and what he could call her, his head tilting slightly to the side but otherwise not breaking the gaze in any way when he noted her staring. It was a reaction he was fairly used to, even beyond him beyond a red panda fur that was already rare enough; certainly, golden eyes like his were probably rarer still. Only adding to that, he made no move to reclaim his hand when she continued to hold it, perfectly content in a way to make a good first impression by, in part, not doing anything like that that might come off as rude.

"I do, yeah," Ren replied with a little nod. "I'd helped out with a small office back home that some people my parents knew ran, setting up some appointments, taking care of some phone calls and filing, that sort of thing," he added as a matter of expanding on that little confirmation. Even then, beyond his strict notice, his tail occasionally flicked over to that side, the long, fuzzy appendage brushing slightly against one of the woman's lower legs. "Wound up moving out here just recently and figured I'd keep up with the same sort of work. Though I do have to admit, having a boss that's pretty easy on the eyes tends to help," he lightly teased, well aware that he should possibly be more professional but hardly able to give up his playful nature even then.
 
"Well, that's a relief, I can't tell you how many twenty something girls with only retail experience came in the last few days expecting a job." Feeling something brush against her leg, her eyes got little wider before she looked down. His tail brushed against her calf, she tried to pretend she hadn't noticed. "So you are at the very least a few steps farther in the right direction." Opening the door to her office, she waited for him to enter.

It was a nice sized room, with a large dark wood desk set against some windows. The room was well lit, because of the widows size. She indicated a chair across from her desk, and blushed again at his comment. "I..well..." she was lost for words, "thank you Mr. Olv....Ren, that's very nice of you to say." She had to try and stay professional, he could be her assistant by the end of the day.

Pulling a folder from the large stack on her desk, she opened and flipped through it. She was pretty good at knowing where everything was in her office, so long as nobody moved anything. Thumbing through his resume, there were quite a few good points from what she could see. She had been interviewing for this position for two weeks now, and nothing had shown promise. So far all she got was eighteen younger girls looking for a hot guy named Tyler, had applied besides Ren here. It would help if the girls could read of course, they would have seen the first name as Reagan. Seeing something other then folding clothes as experience was very refreshing.

Sitting on the corner of the desk, Reagan turned her attention back to him. "Sometimes, the job will require some long hours and some traveling, are you okay with that?" She placed the folder in her lap, as she waited his response. Really she had already made up her mind, but she would give him a chance to back down from the job before she gave it to him
 
Chuckling lightly at her comment, he gave a little nod. He could imagine places like this got plenty such applicants, hoping to get out of such likely boring and tiresome work. He could understand the feeling, in a way, but maybe he'd just gotten lucky with his position before.

The red panda then glanced around momentarily as they entered the woman's office, taking a seat across from the desk as it was offered. Idly his tail, having lost its 'target' of sorts for the moment, flicked up to rest upon his own lap, with the end of it resting on the edge of the desk in front of him even despite that. "Perfectly alright, as long as at least most of those long hours won't just be spent in here without anyone else around anywhere near. Kinda dull that way, in my experience, but even then of course I can still promise that everything'll get done that needs to be, whether it be travelling somewhere or anything," he assured with a little grin, making sure not to leave anything on a negative point if he could help it; didn't want to make a negative impression, after all. "As for myself, though, I can be a bit... friendly, so to speak, just as a warning. 'Cuddly' might be a better way to put it, especially with this thing often moving without me noticing," he warned, moving his tail up a little higher as a means of pointing it out as 'this thing.' "If there's ever any sort of problem, though, just feel free to tell me and I'll stop right away," he promised.
 
She watched as his tail, that seemed to have a mind of it's own, rested in his lap. She could still feel the light touch on her calf where it had touched her. "You wouldn't be here completely alone of course, I would at least be here." Her eyes still had not left his tail when he lifted it slightly. 'What exactly did he mean by cuddly?' Realizing now that she had been staring once again she quickly looked away.

"Ah, well I don't see how it would be much of a problem, but I will be sure to let you know if there is one." Shaking her head, she had no idea why she would have said it that way. Of course him touching his boss in anyway would be inappropriate. Standing she walked to the other side of her desk. Opening the second drawer, she had to lean over slightly, revealing a bit of firm cleavage when she did. She pulled a packet of paper from the drawer before straightening up again.

Coming back to sit on the edge of her desk, she held out the packet for him. He would be her own assistant, so she wouldn't need to go through anyone else, the decision was solely hers. "As far as I can tell, you would be perfect for the job, so it is your's if you want it. I will just have you take these home with you. Bring them back in the morning, we start at 7:00am." Standing once again, "I will give you a quick tour of our building, if you have time of course."
 
Hardly did Ren miss where Reagan's eyes lingered, but he made no comment on it for now, instead giving a little nod to her response. Rather that than just sitting in an otherwise empty office, certainly. Possibly having to deal with a suspicious husband, as such, if it ever was just the two of them in, but... he'd deal with that when, or if, it ever might come.

Still, the fact remained that his tail wasn't always quite within his control, and it gave a pleased little flick when the woman bent over and he was allowed something of a view. His golden eyes lingered there for just a moment before they turned back up to her face, making sure at least that she most likely wouldn't have noticed. The red panda's long, fuzzy tail, on the other hand, wasn't quite so... polite when she sat up on the desk and in its range. Fairly beyond his notice again, it flicked up to wrap slightly, loosely around the lower part of her nearest leg, the tip brushing ever so gently up and down it. Apparently not noticing, Ren himself stood up from the chair, his tail not ceasing its actions even then. "Of course; would much rather figure out my way around the place now than show up in the morning not completely certain where to go," he affirmed with a little nod, carefully taking the offered packet from her. "Guess we should probably start with wherever my office is? Oh, and... things ever get too stressful or anything for you, feel free to say; I happen to be fairly good at giving massages, thanks to a little side job back home," he casually offered.
 
Reagan hadn't missed the fact that the tail she had been staring at was now more or less caressing her leg. She let it happen for a moment before stepping out of reach. 'I am a married woman, i shouldn't be doing that,' she scolded herself. "Your office is right across the hall, Jessica will call you before she lets me know of an appointment. Today was different because well my assistant left over a week ago."

Once again opening the door she waited for him to exit first. Remembering the key that was in the pocket of her skirt. "This is for you also, it's a key to my office, Though I doubt you will ever be here before me." When he took the key she smiled then turn left down the hall. "We will be using this room a lot. It is the larger of the three meeting rooms." Opening the door Reagan walked inside. The blinds were shut and the lights were off, leaving it rather dark inside the room. "Each meeting room has a mini bar, though we try to only serve coffee and water before 2:00 pm. Some of our clients insist on having scotch early in the morning though."
 
For now, it seemed Ren's tail was content to keep to itself when Reagan moved away from it. For now. When he got up to follow after her and take the offered key, transferring it to one of his pockets. Hardly to be perturbed by earlier, his tail resumed its little actions as they walked, occasionally brushing lightly against the back of one of her legs. Ren himself gave a little nod as he glanced curiously around the room, the door naturally coming to close behind them; only natural for meeting rooms, considering they warranted a certain degree of privacy free from people casually interrupting whenever they might.

"Well, I don't usually drink much, but how about a little drink while we're here, at least? To finding employment easily enough for me and a new, hopefully good assistant for you?" he suggested with a little grin, wandering over to look through the minibar of the meeting room they were in. Hardly did he wait for an actual answer before pulling out a bottle that was already mostly empty, pouring what remained of it into a pair of glasses and walking over to offer one to Reagan. "Or I guess in an odd sense, to us," he added, chuckling lightly. Even then his tail still went about its business, such as it were, returning to the woman's leg as he returned near her, the tip stroking slowly further upward from her ankle.
 
The tail continued to touch on her legs whenever it was in reach. The sensation sending a tingling feeling through them. Was she actually getting turned on by this, by another man. She loved John or at least that's what she told herself everyday for the last five years. The two previous had been a little rocky, they didn't really even talk all that much anymore. When they were home together long enough, they were both too tired for their to be any sort of spark.

The door closed of it's own accord when he stepped inside the room. The light sound of the door latching caused her to jump a little. She was now in a dark room, with her new assistant. Before she could answer him about the drink he was already pouring and handing it to her. It was only a little pass eight in the morning, she took the drink anyway.

Her eyes closed and her body shivered slightly as the tail traveled farther up her leg. Her free hand reached back to grip the edge of the table. "To us," she added weakly before taking a good drink of the brown liquid.
 
Giving a little grin, he nodded as she spoke, finishing off his own drink in short order. "And... to being able to relax more properly. Here..." he spoke, setting the glass down on the table and moving around behind the woman, in such a way as it wouldn't force his tail to remove itself from her leg. Moving his hands up, he rested them lightly on her neck, beginning to rub gently but firmly into it and allowing his fingers to slowly and carefully make their way down to her shoulders to begin working into those.

His tail, meanwhile, not being stopped at all this time, took it as somewhat of an invitation to go further. Wrapping a bit more of itself around her leg, that coiled area stroked slowly up and down that part of it, the tip meanwhile passing by her knee and moving further up her thigh, just as slowly as before as it moved around from the back to the inner side of it. Slipping easily under the skirt she wore, it began to stroke a slow, almost teasing circle over her thigh as it came nearer the space between her legs, the red panda's fingers meanwhile continuing their massage along the woman's shoulders.
 
With the glass to her lips she finished what was left in it. She didn't stop him when he moved to stand behind her. She didn't stop him when his hands moved along her neck. And she didn't stop him from letting his tail travel up her thigh. The glass in her hand dropped to the floor, the thick carpet kept it from breaking.

There was voice inside her telling her she should stop, that she was suppose to be happily married. The sound of it got farther and farther away as his fingers moved along her shoulders. A soft moan escaped her lips as she sagged against him. This was the most touching any man had done, including her husband. A quick kiss as the went separate ways each morning is all they shared.
 
Curiously the red panda's eyes flicked down to the glass as it fell, but the curiosity mixed with some small concern didn't last long. It was already empty, there was nothing to spill, and nothing was broken thanks to the carpet. All good there, it seemed, and even the minor distraction didn't stop his fingers or tail at all; they went about their business just fine even with that.

And by the time his fingers finished with her shoulders and moved a bit further to her arms, his tail had practically reached the woman's panties. Letting his own spoken-of cuddly nature take over as well, he tilted his head down to give Reagan's neck a small lick before nuzzling ever so gently into it, quite soon moving to ever so gentle nibbles over it, careful as he could be with his sharper teeth so that he didn't risk hurting her. Even by that point his tail seemed to abandon part of its little pretext and teasing, the tip moving up to her panty-covered slit to trace slowly and somewhat firmly up and down it.
 
Reagan gasp slightly when pressure was applied to the growing heat between her thighs. She spread her legs for him, reveling in the intamate touch she hadn't know she was craving. The building was busy today, people continued to walk pass the door and closed blinds. No meets were scheduled for this room until later in the afternoon. The room otherwise was off limits until a larger client needed it.

The little voice came back, this time she said something. "I... shouldn't....be doing this," more pressure was added to her clit. "I'm.......ah married," it was a weak protest, one she hoped he would ignore.
 
Only spurred on further by the fact that she spread her legs, his tail slid further along between her legs, rubbing more of it slowly against the entirety of her covered slit rather than leaving any part of it untouched at any given time. The freed-up tip meanwhile stroked just as slowly along one of her thighs, and didn't cease even the slightest bit even when the woman spoke, the red panda's ears perking up slightly to it.

"And if you really wanted to stop me, you would have by now," Ren softly countered, following it by a long, gentle lick from part of her shoulder up to around her jawline. Certainly she had plenty of opportunity to stop him, he was well aware of that fact, and yet she'd so much as spread her legs for him. That, itself, told him all that he needed to know right now. And with his hands finishing up with her arms, they were free to move up to her front and get to work unbuttoning her blouse, reaching up to her shoulders once they were done with that little task and sliding his fingers along them and down her arms as he slipped the blouse off from them. "Tell me what you want and I'll be happy to give it... I am your new assistant, after all," he spoke, his warm breath washing lightly over her neck as he tilted his head up a bit more afterward to begin nibbling gently along her jawline.
 
Another soft moan as he continued to rub against her clit. Her legs going weak she sagged more against him for support. Her body shivered when his tongue slid across her skin. The warning voice once again slipping into the background, with her last bit of protest, "but I shouldn't be doing this."

Pressing herself against him now, she let him slid her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. A white lace bra, the only thing hiding her breasts. "I..want..." her words came out breathless, "you to..not stop." Her own hands slid over his torso until the reached his hips, then traveled farther down to softly glide over the bulge growing in his pants.
 
He could hear her protest again, but again, he ignored it. It was too weak, to the point where it very obviously meant nothing. When she began to press further against him, however, his ears flicked up when she spoke again. Hearing what she actually wanted right now, he nodded slightly, letting out a slight groan in pleasure as her hand slid over his steadily growing member presently trapped by his pants. One of a few things he felt right now was rather unneeded, and thus needed to be gotten rid of.

Bearing that thought in mind, he turned her to face him, his lips meeting hers in a passionate, heated kiss. His hands meanwhile took the opportunity to remove that which wasn't needed, starting with Reagan's bra and moving to Ren's own shirt, then his pants and underwear followed by the woman's own skirt and panties with some aid from his tail. Pressing his strong, soft-furred form further against her, he slid his hands over to her rear, giving it a light squeeze as he began carefully lining up his hips with her own. His hardened member rubbing against part of her thigh before it found where it needed to go, he pushed forward with a quick thrust, burying himself part of the way into the woman in one move before starting somewhat more gentle back and forth thrusts.
 
She kissed him back with just as much passion, her hands going to help him with his pants. His own removing her bra and then his own shirt, before coming to help with the rest. Reagan's hands gripped his shoulders and she moaned softly when his hard shaft found it's way to her wet opening. The softness of his fur against her bare breast, set shivers through her body. He didn't waste any time pushing into her, she gasped at the sudden intrusion.

Leaning back she braced herself against the table, wrapping her legs around him. "Oh gods, you feel good," he muscles gripped around the shaft. He was much larger then her husband, and before now he had been then only one to have her. As Ren moved slowly inside her, she covered her mouth to quiet her soft moans, so the people walking just outside the door would hear her.
 
Keeping his hands upon her rear, he helped support her even more that way when she leaned back and wrapped her legs around him. Already starting to breathe somewhat heavily and warmly as he pushed into his new boss, he leaned over a little more to nudge her hand out of the way of her mouth with his muzzle. As soon as that was done, he pressed his lips back against hers, parting them slightly so his tongue could rub over her lips, pressing forward further and taking passage beyond for itself. Wasting little time, his tongue wrapped partly around hers as he deepened the kiss further, suckling softly at it and rubbing against it, the overall contact helping muffle his little moans and groans from the overall intimacy.

In the meantime he sped up a little and pushed a bit further into her with each thrust, his fingers giving her rear a slight squeeze each time as he moved her a little with himself. Thoroughly enjoying the woman's reasonably tight, at least compared to his size, depths, he pressed still closer to her, his furred chest rubbing against her breasts and even nipples, pointedly so from him. His previously unoccupied tail meanwhile flicked up to rub over one of her legs, coiling partly around it as it sought to give the woman even more pleasant sensations.
 
Moving her hand without protest, she eagerly excepted the kiss again. She squirmed against him as he pushed farther into her. Her fingers gripping tighter to the table beneath her, as her moans came closer together. All thoughts of where she was and what she shouldn't be doing didn't matter. All she cared about at the moment was the feel of his stretching her around him.

His thrusts came faster and drove deeper into her tight pussy. "yes, don't stop," she breathed against his lips. Her breathing got heavier with each passing second. "Keep going....I'm...going to cum," she said breathlessly. The tight walls squeezed even tighter around the hard shaft pumping into her. Crying out softly against his lips as she reached her first climax. She rocked her hips to urge him to keep going.
 
Ren gave a slight nod as he continued to now practically pound into her, his head tilting down to nuzzle and gently lap eagerly at the woman's neck. Soon he reached his full length into her, pulling out only a little before he thrust himself back in, keeping himself deeply buried in her all the while and loving the feeling of her walls around him, if the light, lustful growl was any indication.

When her walls began to clamp around him even further, he clamped his teeth gently on her shoulder as he gave one last, hard push into her before his own body tensed up. His seed shot out deeply into the woman, filling her even as he felt her own juices wash over his member, perhaps even serving to lengthen his own climax a little. Once he was done, he breathed out heavily against her neck, his body steadily relaxing again even as he still held her against him. "That... was great. I think I'm going to quite enjoy working here for you," he spoke with a playful grin.
 
Reagan bit her lip to keep from crying out as he thrust once more into her. Her muscles clenched around the hard shaft buried inside her once more, as he filled her with his seed. If he hadn't been holding her she would have sagged back onto the table. Her breathing was heavy when she spoke, "that was great, but this stays between you and me."

That was the last thing she needed, the entire office building knowing, and then it getting back to her husband. She would loose her job and everything else all in one day. Her body twitched a little, as a tiny after shock rushed through her body, she laughed a little. "I don't think my husband has ever made me cum like that."
 
"Of course," Ren affirmed with a little nod. Reagan was married, after all, and he already knew that office relationships were often considered a problem anyway. No point letting other people in on the little secret when the two of them alone could occasionally have a little... fun. Upon her next comment, though, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, a playful grin coming over his face. "Then maybe your husband isn't trying hard enough... though it wouldn't exactly be his fault if he's not as big as me," he lightly teased, making a small shift inside of her as he still held her against him. "Though perhaps we should do this again sometime and I can give you more of what your husband can't, or won't, give..." he suggested.
 
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