FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Whitney had always considered herself one of the more popular escorts of her business. Despite that, she could remember all the names of her regular customers and prided herself on knowing their particular kinks and mannerisms. But this one hermaphrodite gave her an experience that she had never had before. Which was saying quite a bit.

The mouse woman stood outside the same building she had first come across about a week ago. An encounter that she had thought would be like any other, except it had managed to turn a switch in her body like none other. She was getting hot and horny just remembering getting fucked so casually in front of so many other people, like she was just a toy to be used.

She bit her lip and stifled a sound of excitement that threatened to boil out from her mouth. She was going to be seeing Taylor again, and she was more than thrilled about that prospect. She trotted into the main lobby in a casual manner and stepped up to the receptionist desk with a smile.

"Hello, I'm here to see Taylor Johnson," Whitney said confidently.

The receptionist beamed and nodded. "Ah yes, Miss Johnson is waiting for you in her office. Do you remember the conference room you had gone to the first time you were here?" she asked. The mouse nodded. "Miss Johnson's office is right beside it, you can't miss it."

"Thank you," the escort said and walked quickly for the elevator. Despite her having only been there once, she was already confident with the lobby layout. Few others that she passed by took any notice of her and she felt the same thrill as before in that conference room. She was like a ghost. A fuckable ghost.

Whitney trotted to the elevator at the back of the lobby and jabbed the up arrow. The floor counter lit up and began to decrease as the lift came down to the first level. It was as she was waiting that she realized that she wasn't quite alone. A rather cute calico cat was standing beside her. He seemed to have come out of nowhere, she certainly didn't see him when she had come there.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was dressed in a pristine, dark-gray suit. There wasn't a single wrinkle on the entire ensemble and every article hugged his lithe frame perfectly. In his left paw was a briefcase and his right paw was fidgeting at his dark red tie. In fact he seemed to be very nervous.

What was his deal? Whitney asked herself and then it suddenly dawned on her that he must have been there for an interview. She smiled to herself and leaned towards him as her face fully turned in his direction. The feline felt her boring eyes and he turned to her as well.

"You look great," she said enthusiastically.

"Thanks," the calico sighed in relief and finally dropped his paw back to his side. "Are you here for an interview as well?" he asked after eyeing her up and down, noticing her tight fitting T-shirt and black skirt that ended at the middle of her thigh. In contrast, she was dressed very casually, if not a bit revealing.

"Not exactly," she giggled. The elevator dinged and opened, allowing the two to step in together. "What floor are you going to?" she asked and leveled her finger to the keypad.

"Uh, twelve," he said roboticly.

"Nice coincidence," she said and jabbed the glowing twelve key. The door closed and the cart began to ascend.

"So do you work here?" he continued.

"Not exactly," she said again and shrugged while stepping back until her butt pressed against the inner railing. She could see that he was still nervous and was still seeking some sort of information that might make the experience a bit less so unsure. A shame, she thought to herself. Had they both had the time she would have given him a courtesy blowjob to calm his nerves. "I'm actually here to see Miss Johnson about something."

"Yeah? I heard she was a real ball buster. Is that true?" he asked with a half smile.

Something like that, she thought to herself and giggled. "I honestly couldn't say. But I'm sure you'll do great. Just stay confidant, right?" she replied warmly.

"Right," he agreed with a nod. The elevator slowed as they came to their floor. It dinged and opened to reveal the familiar outlay that she remembered from her last visit. The two of them trotted out and walked side by side for the conference room and then the open office door that was nearby. It was the only one in the line of rooms that was open and had a light on. Not to mention that the plaque on the wall near it had "Taylor Johnson" embroidered on its surface.

Oh! He's being interviewed by Taylor, the mouse suddenly understood. Did that mean he was going to get to watch her get fucked? That thought alone made her grow even hotter. Her cheeks were flushing and she felt her pussy get exponentially more wet. Maybe he would join in. That thought almost made her groan with need.

The fact that they were both going towards the same room wasn't lost on the Calico, though he seemed very confused about the entire situation. Everything would be revealed with time, Whitney thought to herself and nodded.

The closer the two of them came to the mare herm's office the more visible they became to the person inside. Sitting at a large L shaped desk was Taylor, dressed in the same red shirt, black skirt, and transparent stockings that the mouse had seen her in when they had first met. The equine glanced up from her computer screen that she had been typing at and caught sight of the mouse and cat. She got up from her office chair and stepped around her desk to meet the two at the door.

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