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Cream places her hands upon her hips, standing before the mysterious dominatrix rabbit, who sits with a perpetual smirk upon her lips. "Aren't you being a bit mysterious for a job interview?" the younger rabbit asks.

"And aren't you being a bit too eager for a woman who is doing this for a job? We haven't gone over the concern I have about the mental stability that you have yet. Aren't you worried that once you turn off all your limits, that you will find yourself becoming something you cannot recognize?"

Cream shrugs. "I figure if my momma likes this place, then there isn't anything I couldn't enjoy here either. Besides," she says, tilting her head, leaning in just a bit. "Sex is fun, and I'm old enough to enjoy it now."

"Well, fun is not all there is to it here," the dominatrix says. "You will have to put on a good show. If I'm not impressed, then it's out the door you go, with the legal system taking care of your debts to us. Understood?"

Cream runs her hands down her body, fluttering her eyes. "Alright, then. I'll show you a good show."

"Very good. Ripper?"

Cream blinks, staring upward. The shadow of the giant rat looms over her small form. For the first time, she truly appreciates the sheer enormity of the male. "W... well, hello, Mr. Ripper," the petite womans says. "I... I guess it's time to see what you got, right?"

The bouncer places a hand upon her head, a smirk spreading over his face, his whiskers twitching in delight.

Cream chuckles, feeling the thumb press against her skull. "M... my, what a strong grip you have. G-guess I should've noticed that earlier, huh?"

His hands slide down along her head, over her cheek, and down past her shoulder.

"Y-yeah, really," she says, gulping. "You, uh, work with clients my size all the time?"

The dominatrix taps her cheek, crossing the other leg over the other. "We cater to all shapes and sizes around here. After all, we are in Station Square. The population here is still mostly human. It's only been a decade or so since Mobians were allowed here. You can't blame us if we want to see if our girls can handle larger men."

"A... and just how large are you, Mr. Ripper?" Cream asks, her hands fumbling at his belt, pulling it apart, rushing through, tugging down his pants and those polka-dot boxer briefs he wears.

Silence fills the room as Cream stares at Ripper. She looks up to him, her brows furrowing in a worried look, and then her lips curling up in a sweet smile. "Oh, uh, I... I think I can handle this."

Ripper snorts.

"N... no, Mister Ripper, I don't mean to shame you!" She slides her fingers up along his thigh, tickling gently at his balls. "It's about the same as others I've seen on Mobians, t-though I only ever saw Antoine's in person so far... Uh, you're the perfect size for a girl like me. Can't really please a lady if you're breaking her in half, right?"

She leans in, pressing her lips against the perfectly-adequate cock, her eyes bright and wide while glancing up at him. "How's this?" she asks in a whisper. "Maybe, you want to sit down?"

Ripper plops onto the bed, sighing and resting a hand on the mattress, the other still petting Cream through her carrot-colored hair. The rabbit moves both hands up along the shaft, sliding her fingers up and down in alternating motions along the rat's length. When she kisses the tip, she sucks gently, letting the smooching sound rise up and fill the room. Each press of those lips upon his shaft goes down along the front, tantalizing inch after inch.

"It seems the D'Coolettes have taught you well," her interviewer says, a giggle passing her lips. "Cool under pressure and eager to try new things. I suppose there is hope for the new generation after all. But, you said you pleased Antoine with those tits of yours. I can't possibly see how."

Cream breathes in and closes her eyes. "Make fun of my tits again, lady," she mutters, cupping her hands under her breasts, scooting up, and wrapping them around the rat's dick. She bounces over the shaft, never breaking eye contact with him. "You're such a big strong rat, Mr. Ripper, and you're a great bouncer. So intimidating. So powerful!"

Ripper's breaths become heavier and heavier. His grip on her head holds tighter, but not too tight.

The way you protected that butterfly from a scary rabbit like me realy shows that you care about the girls here. You have a heart of gold and balls of steel!"

Ripper's mouth opens, slim pants escaping his throat.

"You wouldn't hurt anyone trying to make you feel good. You want me to make you feel wonderful, yes?"

He licks his lips.

"Alright, then," Cream says, pulling her tits away.

Ripper gasps, his cock twitching, his fingers squeezing.

Cream holds onto his wrist with both hands, fluttering her eyes. "Let go of my head, okay, Mr. Ripper?"

The rat sighs, nods, and then complies, loosening his grip, resting upon her scalp.

A moment later, and Cream is upon him, sitting on his lap, her chest pressed against his trunk. She reaches down beneath of herself, pulling down her panties, tugging with a little difficulty on the whole thing.

Ripper's hand grabs the cloth and he tugs, an audible rip filling the room. He tosses the garments aside, leaving Cream bright red and frowning.

"I needed those" She grumbles, but lets her lips lick across his cock. "You owe me, ya big, strong, dummy!"

He shrugs, giving her a sheepish grin.

"You're just lucky I'm so fuckin' horny," the rabbit says, biting her lip and lowering herself, pressing that head against her waiting sex, which spreads with its glistening lubrication, ready to take a cock for the longest time.

All the while, the dominatrix watches, her lips twitching, tapping her cheek.