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Inaccurate Assumptions

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Debbie waited in the outer office, tapping her foot as she waited to be called in to Mr. Lee's office. It had been surprising to learn that her interview would be with the company CEO, particularly considering how large K. L. Inc. was in this city, but she supposed that the snow leopard had heard that there was a pretty girl in the office waiting for a job. The tigress looked down at her claws, flexing them idly as she imagined what would happen when she walked through the doors.

Eyes on her breasts, probably. She had a big pair, and she'd deliberately worn her shirt a bit open, showing off more of her tit flesh than she really had to. The humidity outside had encouraged that, and it meant that the blue jacket and white blouse she wore pulled tight to her flesh, a bit sweaty in some places and a bit clinging in others. Her skirt, barely more than a mini-skirt that barely reached a tentative mid-thigh, was all but inviting someone to stare at her.

That was the plan, at least. Either he'd hire her as an office-toy, as all the schmucks that had interviewed her before had, or he'd turn her out and she'd complain about harassment. Considering the reputation that this place had for a rather controlling boss, she doubted that anyone would really question it.

A job that I can collect on later, or a threat I can collect on now, she thought, flexing her fingers again, feeling her claws tapping against her palms. Either way, I win.

The door beside her opened, and the latest applicant walked out. The lion looked dazed, almost shocked and dizzy, and stumbled toward the elevator door. Debbie had just enough time to wonder what happened to him when a calm, almost too-quiet voice called.

"Next."

Showtime.

The tigress collected herself, adjusted her skirt slightly so that it would have the possibility of rolling up her thighs a little as she walked up to the boss, and rounded the corner. The office doors opened, revealing a chamber that was walled on the three sides in front of her with glass, separated only by steel pillars that ran up at just-off-straight lines, and with a desk at the far end. At that desk, with nothing on it but a red pad over the steel, sat the boss of the company.

Debbie had intended to strut and sway her way across the room, showing off her curves and everything else. The snow leopard sitting over there didn't look like the old males that she had seduced before, but she had no doubts that she could take care of things. But then...then he stared at her.

Those eyes, black as pitch, held her in place. She stopped with one leg half-extended, unable to look away. She tried to take a step forward, couldn't. Tried to take a step back, couldn't do that either.

All she could do was stare.

His eyes seemed to...pull, turning slightly, almost like they were spinning, but that was impossible. Yet, at the same time, that spinning feeling dragged her...dragged her mind...

"Leave your shoes at the door."

His voice, again, quiet. She stopped where she stood, slowly pulling off her high heels. She put them at her side -

"And your stockings, as well."

Of course. They were pointless without the shoes. She reached up her leg, barely having a moment of hesitation before she found herself looking him in the eye again. Her claws found the end of the leggings, pulling them down, letting them hit the floor. Stepping out of them with a little wobble that sent her skirt higher, she half-considered pulling it up the rest of the way -

"Stop. Come forward."

Yes. Forward. She did as she was told, almost like there was some invisible finger hooked into her skull pulling her forward. Debbie wondered if she should be afraid.

"Stop."

She did, her toes on the verge of bumping into his desk. The snow leopard - Mr. Lee, Kai Lee, the head of K. L. Incorporated - sat with his hands folded, white gloves threading against one another as he looked up at her. There had to be some sort of spinning going on with his eyes, something to explain that odd speck in them spinning around, but...but that was impossible. No eyes did that. It would -

"Ms. Debbie Teller. Applying for the post of personal assistant. Experience: none. Certifications: none. Local residence: none. Legal representation: minimal." The snow leopard's voice never rose above that odd, almost robotic whisper. "Tell me. What brings you to Kusan City, and my company, with so little to recommend you?"

The tigress had every intention of lying. After all, there were a hundred ways to spin that, but her mouth was already moving. By the time that her mind caught up with her tongue, she had already spilled her plan of either seducing or blackmailing him, and he had held up his hand to stop the flood of words spilling from her mouth.

"Stop."

She did, her eyes widening. What - how had this happened? He was - she was unable to do anything. She couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop doing what he told her. The snow leopard looked down, and she wondered if he could see her pussy. She wondered if he could just make it out, if it was -

"You came here with a very ill-conceived plan, Ms. Teller. I have little interest in young women or young men that believe that I can be distracted or otherwise 'handled' that way. I have very little interest, save for academically, in sex at all. But in that academic range, I suppose that my interest could have been piqued.

"But you, unfortunately, came here and went about it in entirely the wrong way." Mr. Lee stood up, and he never stopped looking her in the eye. Every second that went by felt like that dark stare was pulling more of her out, more of her mind into his. "But if you are insistent upon being a corporate sexual plaything, then there is sufficient discretionary funds in the budget to make that happen."

"I...I..."

"Yes, Ms. Teller?"

Her heart was in her throat, but it was beating slow. It was a lie of calm, something that defied the panic running in the back of her mind. She was being controlled by someone, forced to say, do, admit to things that she'd never do normally. This wasn't just a snow leopard, not just a CEO. He was -

"You are emitting pheromones, Ms. Teller. Whatever you had plans for, clearly, there is something else you want at the moment."

He wasn't even taking advantage of her. He could have told her to go to her knees, forced her to start blowing him, or worse, and there was nothing that she could do to stop him. And he wasn't. He just stood there, his hands folded behind his back, watching her. Her forced-slow heart beat hard against her ribs, and she could feel...

Yes. There was arousal. She didn't know why, didn't understand it, but it was there, burning right under and behind her clit, making her clench tighter than she had before. Her breath caught in her throat as the snow leopard leaned in. Another man might have looked at her with a teasing desire, or with that condescending sneer telling her that she'd been caught out, that she would be nothing but a plaything.

He didn't do either. Instead, he just...looked at her. Studying her. His head cocked to the side, nostrils flared, her scent doing little to him. If anything, he seemed bemused, and that only mildly so.

"Hmm. You enjoy this."

"Yes," she whispered.

"That was a statement of fact, not a question." He shook his head. "If you want a contract for that, then I suppose one can be made. You came here on a whim, having pulled this before, I assume?"

Debbie nodded, almost wishing at that point that he'd take it further, that he'd pull her skirt up. This power, this...this insane ability that he had to just...take over had struck her right to the core. If he could force this -

The snow leopard looked away, and she stumbled, falling forward with her hands splayed out on his desk. She fought to catch her breath as he rooted through the drawers, pulling out a sheet of paper a few seconds later.

"Take this down to accounting, 22nd floor. Ask for Mrs. Gani. She will fill out the paperwork for you."

"This...how..."

"You have further questions?"

Again, another man might have used that as a threat or a tease. He just...asked. What was this Mr. Lee?

He looked her in the eye, and this time, there was...there was still that pull, but it was less now, no longer that overpowering thing that had made it impossible to think, impossible to do anything that she wasn't ordered to do. She could still act, still do something. Her fingers wandered down to the edge of her skirt, half-wanting to pull it up, half-wishing that he would order it.

He didn't. Instead, he just waited, and she realized that it was her 'turn', so to speak, to speak.

"I don't have any more questions."

"That is a lie."

"...I don't have any more questions that I think you'll answer," she admitted.

"That is correct, Ms. Teller." He offered her the paper again, and she took it. "But I imagine that I will see you around. And gossip is a thing. You will likely hear theories from the other employees."

"...May I put my shoes back on?" she asked in a whisper.

"No. I am indulging myself in an experiment. You may take them away, however. A company-wide announcement will be made when employees are allowed to go with footwear once more."

She nodded, waited for a command that didn't come, and turned around. It was only after she left the office that she was able to breathe normally again, wondering just what the hell she had gotten herself into.

The End

Summary: A tigress plans to blackmail Kai Lee for funds. She ends up getting put through the wringer, instead.

Tags: F/solo, Non-Aroused, Neurodivergent, Snow Leopard, Tigress, Tiger, Feline, Business, Hypnosis, Foot Fetish, Wet, Needy, Blackmail,