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Day at the Office	By : Zycho32 Category: +1 through F > Cats Don't Dance Views: 3854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Day at the Office
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: The characters in this story are copyright Warner Bros. It’s very doubtful that the characters involved would do this if they were real in any form aside from on paper. This is just what I’d like to see for myself. And if you people think I’m straying a bit too far from feline physiology, well I feel sorry for the fools who have to be stingy about such petty stuff.

"Day at the Office”
By Zycho32

How many coincidences could she suffer today, she wondered.

Somehow, someway, every secretary that worked at the acting agency somehow called in sick. Not that there were a lot of secretaries that worked there, but even she had to admit the idea of all of them calling sick at that exact moment was rather unusual.

Then again, so was her involvement. Wink called her, basically said that since she had prior experience, could she come in for the day and basically fill in? She wasn’t doing anything, and in reality she was becoming rather bored, especially with Danny on some other really important project somewhere else. So why not?

What Wink forgot to tell her was that he wouldn’t be around today. Family relations, he said. Personally she thought he was gonna slack off that day. Not that she would blame him really. Mr. Wink often worked just about every day for his agency, and you could say his 10% was very well earned.

This left Sawyer with the task of rearranging and reorganizing meetings to later dates and what-not. The only problem with that was that there were very few on this exact day. Two moments where she had to do work were probably sandwiched between about twenty or so minutes of free time. Not exactly like old times.

Then again, should it have really been like old times? Back when this was her full-time job she certainly didn’t enjoy herself, no matter how much she said otherwise. Six days out of the week she endured having to see her past self in so many newcomers, and then her present self in even more, day in and day out. In a psychological sense, she was beaten down. No wonder she was absolutely pessimistic about a cat who happened to be just like her when she arrived. Naturally he would be struck down by reality, and turn into her, like many others before him. It was only a matter of time.

Only this time he went and got it done. He broke the barrier.

Well, she remarked, he broke more than one barrier in his life.

That was something else that surprised her, in a way. How did he- of all beings- wind up getting into her pants? She remembered quite a few back in the early days who tried the same feat, and largely failed. So what made him so special, aside form the fact he never pushed anything without her consent (at last report, she had consented quite a bit with him) and was generally a nice guy? Not to mention he probably showed a lot more compassion and concern for her than any other asshole before him could have ever done, had an understand of what she enjoyed, HAD a few interests that she shared, knew how to send her into orbit…

Why is it she kept missing him whenever they had to be apart for some time? She was supposed to be completely independent, was she not?

*Knock Knock!*

Well, it was to be expected. “Come in.”

Actually, this wasn’t. “Sawyer? What are you doing here?”

She looked up. “So you’re back Danny?” He nodded in response as he walked in, surveying the surroundings. As many times as he had been here before, he certainly never recalled the place being so…empty.

“How was it?” She asked. It took him a moment to realize what she meant by that. “It went alright, I think. I didn’t think we were actually going to set out on an actual ship for this though. I mean, I just thought they would build a set on stage and work from there.”

“Didn’t appreciate that?” She asked.

“Not really.” He answered. Especially without you around, he silently added.

“I don’t blame you.” She responded in kind. I hated the fact you weren’t around, she thought to herself.

He relaxed as he looked out through one of the windows. “Slow day?” He asked, trying to focus his attention on anything but the beautiful creature sitting nearby on that chair at that desk, and looking so…tasty. He was already turning into a mass of hormones, and the idea of just taking her right here, right now, was fast warping a mind he was trying to keep logical.

“The slowest.” She responded. And you’re only making it slower by hanging around, making me wish I could just take you and fuck your goddamn brains out. It would certainly do ME some good right now.

He didn’t know just what was pulling him towards her desk. “I see. Very few beings coming in here then?”

She watched him casually lean against the desk. “I think you’re the first.”

“And the odds that there will be another coming by?” He asked. He lost control of his mind at that moment, Emerald eyes almost sparkling with desire at that exact moment.

“Not too good,” She answered, “but there is always a chance.” Why was she getting excited all of a sudden, and just from thinking about the risk involved in what was going to happen.

Then he leaned forward and whispered. “Then perhaps we can risk that?” Both knew what THAT meant.

I haven’t gotten any, you haven’t gotten any. Let’s just satisfy each other while we are here right now. That’s the message in a nutshell.

Certainly her response was at least original. “Get on the desk.”

He almost didn’t need to, because at that moment, she almost shoved him onto a sitting position atop the desk, as she climbed after him, straddling his thighs and pressing against his laps as his lips met hers in a feverish lust.

She groaned deeply as his hands squeezed her rear, pressing her even harder against him, as she could feel him brushing against her, trying to seek entrance, despite the layers of clothing between them. By now, she could safely assume that she was going to be rather damp. Thanks goodness she had a skirt on today instead of actual pants.

Then she left his lap, letting a hand run down towards the lump in his pants, tenderly stroking it, watching him gasp and catch his breath in surprise. She was always good with her hands, and she was putting that ability to good use at this moment, teasing him, tempting.

She grinned as she went down towards that spot between his legs, having a seat in her chair again as she went to work on the zipper and button. So, he thought, surely she wouldn’t-

*zipppp* Yes, she would. He was completely exposed to her sight right now, aroused and totally ready for her. She was starting to get rather wet this time, just taking in the very sight of him like this.

She touched him tenderly, with as much skill and poise as someone practicing on anatomy, which was technically what she was doing. She looked up and noticed his eyes were closed, and he was gently moaning in tune with her ministrations.

She licked the tip of him. He felt a sudden electrical jolt go through his body, making him nearly cry out in surprise, and quite obviously pleasure. He hadn’t been stimulated like that before.

She liked his reaction, and she liked the taste of him so far, as she resumed licking him, all along the length of him, the base of him, the head of him. He was openly squirming in pleasure now, being teased like nothing else that he had ever felt before. He spent too long a time without getting off to be able to hold himself.

Any attempt at restraint ended when she went and took the head of him right into her mouth and started sucking him, gently of course. She was a first-timer after all. He cried out this time, his back pressing into the typewriter keys as more jolts racked his body and shot through his loins.

Her hands carefully stroked whatever parts of his length that were not covered by her warm mouth as she continued to suck at him. As she got more used to this, she began to take in a bit more of him at a time, her tongue always playing around the very tip of him, taking the slight drops of pre-cum that were just gathering at that time. She could feel a hand gently stroke the hair on her head as she worked on him.

She enjoyed this, actually. She found it rather enjoyable to take him and use him in such a fashion. She did know what was going to happen next, and she stayed firm with the fact that she was going to swallow. It was the least she could do for him, was it not?

By now both of his hands were on her head, and her hands were working faster on his length, in sync with her mouth as always. She knew he was starting to get close as she looked up at him as he watched her at work on him.

She took his entire length into her mouth at once and she held it there for a couple of seconds as his hands instinctively grasped her head. Then she pulled back enough to keep the head in her mouth as she breathed through her nostrils. Then she plunged herself right back down on him.

He was fast approaching the peak as she got into a rhythm, which could be heard by his cries and gasps that he was getting close. She knew that he was going to shoot into her mouth. She knew that it was going to be shot deep, and if she had anything to do with it, right at her throat.

Taking one last breath of air, she went down to the hilt and held there, sucking as hard as she could as his hands grasped her again. She could feel him vibrate within her mouth as her sucking brought him all the way to the peak.

He could only groan loudly as he exploded in a large orgasm, unloading his seed in large bursts straight down her throat as his hands held a death grip onto her head and her hands gently kept a hold of his rear. He shuddered in rapture as he felt his release and listened to the sounds of her swallowing him entirely.

Finally, he came to his senses and released his hold upon her head, letting her remove her mouth from him and breathe easy. He gulped, expecting outright anger from her as a result of what he just had her do.

However, she only smirked.

“Everyone says this tastes bad. I don’t know about that; it takes decent enough to me.” She said, still letting a hand stroke him leisurely. He could have sworn she would have done it again if he could get himself aroused so quickly.

However, he had other plans. He got off the desk and said simply, “Your turn.”

Knowing what he meant, she grinned and sat on the desk herself, even taking the time to lift her skirt up enough for a little peep to drive him nuts. Of course, she wasn’t prepared for him to stick his whole head into her legs and move between her legs and- oh God, she wasn’t wearing panties!

He couldn’t help but start using his mouth on her, much to her delight. She immediately clutched at his head with her hands, gasping with the first sensations. So that’s what he felt when I…he’s good…

She decided just to enjoy him right now, which was something her body agreed with wholeheartedly. It was getting too hard to think. You’d find it hard to think too if somebody was going down on you after a couple weeks of no sex whatsoever.

He found the taste to be, well, tasty. What else can be said about it? Hands firmly gripping her legs from within the dress, and he had large enough hands to keep this grip mind you, he spread her further apart to widen her opening, and give him more room to work within her. He inhaled the scent of her in intervals as he licked at her. He started off at her outer lips, occasionally touching her clit. Then he grew bolder and started working his mouth against her opening completely. In moments he was fully using his tongue to probe her and he got a bit of turbulence form her hips suddenly lunging forward against him. The sudden cry that came from her at that moment was a good enough sign that she loved that one.

She never noticed her head was pressed against the typewriter keys, the constant clicking never registering in her ears. If she was given a picture of her face in the middle of getting a damn good licking, you can bet her ears would have been steaming. Imagine a satisfied grin with the tightened expression of a masturbator. Then imagine Sawyer with a satisfied grin, and as she masturbates. Combine those two faces and you have a damn accurate description.

Her own sounds of pleasure were already growing louder as her hips kept thrusting against his face in a desperate bid for more delicious friction…maybe another inch of her depths probed by his tongue perhaps? The flow she was giving him was unstoppable as it was, and she hadn’t hit the peak yet.

She gave a startled noise as she found her legs being lifted up, forcing the rest of her body to fall against the desk. The typewriter forced her head to stay inclined, giving her a view of herself…then the dress itself fell form her legs.

Then she saw everything. She saw his head right between her legs, his hands clutching her legs just before the knees, and the legs themselves…thank goodness she was flexible, because even this kind of split would hurt a regular woman.

God DAMN this was a turn on for her!

“Please…more…more Danny…I’m almost there…almost…ooooooOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

A whole new octave was breached at that very instant as her hands gripped his head in a death-grip and her fluids rushed out like a raging river, giving him all of that damn taste he wanted. Her head pressed against the typewriter with such a force that it was surprising she couldn’t push it off the desk at that very moment.

She purred loudly and almost erotically as she let herself stretch out. He eagerly drank down what she gave him from her climax, reminding himself that he really should do that again.

Then she found herself being pulled and lifted up, and when she came back to full reality, she was straddling Danny in the chair, feeling him fully aroused and pressing against her.

She grinned. “Isn’t it time for the main course?” She asked. He nodded, looking to remain casual…of course that’s impossible when sex is going on.

She pushed away from him, making certain he was fully ready. Then she turned around, spread her legs a bit, and sat back down on him.

Somehow she got every single inch of him up her depths on the first try.

Leaning forward, hands against her knees, she purred as he moaned, both enjoying the completion of being connected. She missed him filling her up as badly as he missed plugging her up. He inhaled the scent of her tail as it lazily brushed against him. Jasmine…how exotic…I think.

They only moved slowly at first, wanting the sensations to last for a while before it was purged away in utter euphoria. Grasping her rear gently, he moved her up and down on him, his hips moving up to meet hers half way. It was a grand arrangement between this couple.

It wouldn’t last though. Both cats felt the long denial of connection and good old natural satisfaction by means of the biological way, and could no longer hold back. In one sudden sharp move, Danny lifted them off the chair and soon Sawyer found herself bent over the desk, face just inches away from the typewriter, and being ravaged deliciously by her companion.

Talk about your sudden fantasies, Sawyer thought before her mind clouded too much for thought, I never realized I wanted to be taken on THIS job so badly!

She promptly squeezed herself around him, grabbing the other side of the desk to brace herself as she was given an even harder drilling by Danny. It was peculiar to say the least. Here she was, bent over, being used like a prostitute, but she was the one controlling him. One reflex between her legs would heighten his pleasure all the more.

If she didn’t want to get really REALLY fucked by him, maybe she could have made a game out of it. For now she tried to tighten as much as she possibly could, for pleasure to him would mean pleasure to her at the same time. What a sweet deal!

His hands grasped her shoulders as he kept hammering into her, his grunts of pleasure working in a marvelous duet with her raggedy moaning, backed up by the wet slaps of their flesh meeting down there. Good GOD he needed to shoot right up her womb, he just couldn’t stand another long night spent thinking about it and not actually feeling it.

She might classify this as a fetish of sorts…although, come to think of it, wasn’t it natural to want his sperm shot up her as much as possible? She always loved feeling him cumming within her, giving her a delicious warm rush that spread through her whole being. She tightened even more around him, screaming a bit as the friction intensified within her, driving her closer to the edge- oh this was gonna HURT…

As fate would have it, luck struck both of them as their climaxes occurred at the exact moment. Both screamed loudly as they stiffened against each other, shivering violently as they came as one in a heated joyous rush, tight and silky walls squeezing the warm liquidated passion out and shooting it a deep as possible…

It was pure bliss.

But eventually, bliss must end. The climaxes finally gave out and he slumped onto her, unable to even muster the strength to set them back down on the chair. Not that she cared really. This was absolutely perfect.

“Sawyer?” Danny drowsily asked between mutual purrs of satisfaction.

“Yes?” She managed to reply.

“Maybe we should get things tidied up, in case somebody actually arrives…” He said. He really didn’t want to get off of her, but she WAS on the job, and if anyone walked in-

“To hell with any visitors.” She suddenly declared. “Let them have a look if they want- if they even arrive.”

Anybody who dared to open the door despite the silence and saw the sight of those two slumped on the desk, looking quite like a pair of lovers who took out of pent-up stress on each other, they certainly never said anything about it. They could understand the circumstances for such an occurrence.

After all, doesn’t everybody want to be taken on the job?

THE END

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