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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

With bad news and stress around every corner lately, I'm dealing with it the only non-destructive way I know how. Yes, it's another random Christmas themed idea, so sue me. My mind is all over the damned place lately.

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Carol Smythe was a self-made woman, a strong and independent woman whom didn't need anyone or anything but herself to make it in this world. She had built her company from the ground up, sacrificing many hours and relationships to ensure her company grew and prospered. While she saw herself as focused and driven, most others just saw her as a bitch.

"But Carol, it's Christmas Eve and my little girl is sick..." Jones pleaded of his boss and mentor. His little girl had been running a fever all night, meaning he and his wife had not gotten any sleep. Even still, Jones was as dedicated as ever and had put in a full day's work, but when it came time to leave, Carol had lumped him with some last minute reports she wanted done by the morning...or else.

"You're welcome to go home to your wife and little brat, just don't bother coming back in the morning..." The black furred feline offered with a glare at Jones, her golden hued gaze boring through him as she brushed her curly haired fringe back behind an ear. Despite being almost double her size, the large mutt was cowering under the ebony felines scathing gaze.

"Yes...yes ma'am, right away ma'am" He finally relented, sitting back down at his desk with a sigh as the last of the other employees vanished into the elevators, heading for home.

"Good boy" Carol leaned over to grin at the large dog, petting him on the head mockingly. "Sit, stay!" she laughed before heading towards her private elevator to take the short trip up to the penthouse of her building, leaving Jones all alone in the office to complete his work.

"Only thing blacker than your ass is your soul; cold hearted bitch..." Jones mumbled under his breath, glaring daggers at the back of Carol's head as she sauntered away, just before the elevator dinged and the doors hissed softly open.

"What was that?" Carol paused to turn and glare at the big dog once more.

"I...uhm...I'll have the reports on your desk first thing in the morning!" he yelped, quickly ducking his head down and beginning to type at a dizzying speed.

"That's what I thought" Carol scoffed before closing the elevator doors and heading up to her big comfy and empty bed.

She would not find sleep very easily that night, tossing and turning in her one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. Her dreams were plagued with haunting images, images of her past and a life she had forsaken. Sitting up in bed with a start at the sound of chains rattling in the darkness, Carol reached for her bedside lamp to turn it on, but even as she clicked the button a few times, there was no light to be had.

An eerie green glow began to pulse and grow at the foot of her bed, a large figure starting to rise up into the air with an outstretched hand as if pointing at her accusingly. Carol felt her blood run cold, she wanted to run and scream, but her body wouldn't listen to her mind as she sat frozen in fear at the sight before her, at least until she peered past the pointing finger at the figure behind it.

"Jones? What kind of sick joke is this, get back to work you lazy mutt!" Carol hissed at the sight of the large dopey eyed St. Bernard. Jones didn't say anything however, he just kept on pointing right at her with sadness in his eyes as he floated weightlessly before her, his chains clinking softly. It was then she noticed his feet were not even touching the ground, he was completely nude and suspended in the air by the rattling and clinking chains wrapped about his arms and legs, along with a thicker chain about his middle. "Oh shit..." Carol mumbled, just as the chains suddenly shot forwards to wrap about her wrists and ankles, lifting her bodily from her bed.

"If you don't let me go and put me down this instant, you're fired!" Carol hissed as the chains pulled her arms and legs out spread-eagled style. The big mutt ignored her idle threat, his hands reaching out to undo the sash of her nightgown before pushing it open to reveal her slender nude form beneath. "Dammit Jones, stop this at once!" the ebony furred feline yelled, struggling against the chains holding her aloft and spread so vulnerably.

The St. Bernard ignored her demands again, instead he began to caress and explore her, brushing his cold hands up along her outer thighs and waist, his touch travelling across her ribs and up, before cupping under her bust with a firm squeeze. Carol huffed and growled as his thumbs teased at her nipples, causing her to blush faintly as his touch perked them instantly under his almost freezing touch. The way Jones was looking at her was unnerving, a mixture of sorrow and lust, as if he regretted wanting her like this. Again, Carol gasped as a cold hand relented groping at her breast, instead moving down across her belly and to cup between her thighs. As she stared into the blank pools of the large canines' eyes, her lips would part in a silent cry when two thick fingers suddenly curled up and inside her to begin pumping in and out of her.

"Dammit, I said no!" Carol mewled and strained against her bonds, but it was no use, she couldn't even budge them half an inch either way. She could do nothing but be held aloft as Jones pumped his fat fingers inside her; she'd seen them before, perhaps she'd wondered what they'd feel like. But not like this...okay, maybe a little like this. The big dumb dog was so handsome and kind too, she just wanted to ruin his happy little life, but he was so inept that he'd never caught onto her flirting with him. He was so damned devoted to his precious little wife and their snot nosed brat, oh what she wouldn't give for just one night of....

The fingers had been replaced by something far more filling, Carol opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them as the pleasure was mounting, finding she was now being held facing away from Jones as if he were bending her over her desk how she'd always fantasized it would happen. Just there was no desk, only her bed a few feet below as the large canine sheathed a wonderfully thick cock in her. It'd been so long since she'd felt it thanks to her hectic work schedule, she almost forgot how great it felt. He felt more filling and real than the escorts she usually hired too, stretching her almost to the point of feeling like she was going to break, but not quite.

"Wait..." She begged, but he didn't wait, didn't give her even a moment to adjust. No sooner had his thick knot kissed against her folds did Jones begin to rut her hard and fast. "Fuuuck!" Carol groaned aloud, she had always pictured him as meek and mild, someone she could use as a fucktoy for her own selfish pleasure. But here he was, giving her a good hard dicking and she was loving every second of it. Her small dark furred form bouncing under the onslaught of rapid thrusts, her long tail flicking about angrily behind her, only to be caught within the St. Bernard's slobbering jaws. Something pressed and rubbed under the root of her tail, rather insistently too. "Don't you dare..." Carol hissed a warning as she felt Jones playing with her little pink asshole with threatening intent.

"Jones!" She mewled and whined a moment later as his thick thumb pushed past her pucker and into her tight clenching behind. How did he know her weakness? Carol shuddered and moaned through her climax as the big mutt thumb-fucked her ass while his thick knot battered her cunt into submission. The pleasure was too much, blood rushed to her head and her vision when a brilliant white light while every last muscle in her body tensed over and over again in explosions of pure ecstasy. The last thing Carol would remember was the feeling of being stretched as the large dog forced his knot inside her, the hot spurts of his seed filling her womb to the point of almost being overfilled before darkness claimed her mind once again in a fitful slumber.

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"What the fuck was that?" Carol groaned to herself, bolting upright in her bed to turn on her bedside lamp as she looked around her room nervously, but everything looked normal. Curiously she snuck a hand down under her covers and beneath her robe, withdrawing her fingers a moment later. As she parted her digits, she saw the gossamer strands of her arousal forming webs between her claws. "Goddamn, that was some dream..." She mumbled to herself as she felt a peculiar ache between her thighs.

Slipping out of bed and making her way through to her kitchen, Carol grabbed a glass and held it under the faucet as she poured herself some water to take a sleeping pill; it seemed that was the only way she was going to get any rest tonight. As she leaned over the sink, familiar dark furred hands slipped about her waist as the scent of scotch and cigars filled her nose. Carol yelped as she spun around to face the person holding her; dropping her glass in surprise, sending water and shards of broken glass all around. "Dad!?"

Sure enough, Mr. Smythe was standing before her in all his glory, grinning at his little girl. But that was impossible, he and her mother were meant to be in Japan on a business trip! A hand slipped under her silken robe to grope at her breast as he leaned in to force a kiss to her lips. His other hand undoing the sash of her robe as he began to guide it off of her shoulders. With almost loving care, he lifted Carol up off the floor and carried her away from the broken glass to another kitchen counter before setting her down at the edge. "Dad...what're you doing here?" She huffed the question as he continued to kiss down her throat and across her collarbone, moving ever lower and even pausing briefly to suckle at each nipple tenderly. She had always thought her father was handsome, a real man's man, someone she measured all her potential partners against but no one ever quite measured up to him. Perhaps she had some unresolved desires towards her father, but that was normal, wasn't it? Those fantasies of him finding her in her parents bed, mistaking her for her mother in the dark and making passionate love to her, those were the best climaxes she'd given herself in her young adult life.

But now here he was, on his knees between hers as he guided them apart. His lips kissing along her inner thigh towards her womanhood until finally he kissed and licked across every bare millimeter of her. Carol leaned back on the counter, hooking her knees over his shoulders as she rolled and ground herself against his lips encouragingly. He was only too eager to accept the invitation as he suckled first one and then the other outer labia, then tracing the tip of his tongue playfully against her inner petals before catching her clit between his lips with a firm suckle. Carol soon had her fingers in his long silky silver hair, gripping tightly as she shuddered against her father's muzzle in ecstasy, letting him taste deeply and intimately of her while he made her toes curl and tail flick erratically behind her.

Even before her climax ebbed, Mr. Smythe had stood up and collected his daughter from the kitchen counter once more. Grinning at his little girl as he lowered her down onto his eager and waiting turgid length, Carol's eyes going wide briefly as she felt her fathers blunt tip wedge between her now slick folds and slowly stretch her as she was lowered down onto it. Her father was even bigger than she'd fantasized, not as big as the spirit of Jones, but not far off either. She felt well and truly secured on his prick while he carried her, impaled on his cock, into her living room to take a seat on a large plush sofa. With his lips tenderly kissing hers, his hands cupped under her pert behind with his strong arms guiding her up and down to ride him at a lazy pace. Carol couldn't think of a single place she'd rather be right then, than sitting in her father's lap and kissing him passionately while he helped her ride him to another quarter dozen exquisite climaxes as the night seemed to fade away around them.

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Carol awoke sometime later, curled up on her sofa under a comfortable blanket. She felt oddly happy and fulfilled like never before. With an odd sort of tingling energy, she felt more awake now than ever; with a sigh she reached over to grab the remote to her seventy-inch ultra-high-definition screen. Flipping through the channels, she paused as something caught her eye. They were doing a story on her, though from what the news anchor was saying, it was not a flattering piece at all. Talking about rumors of her ill treatment of her staff and possible labor law violations. They even displayed a suitably picked image of her from last Halloween when she'd dressed like the Devil in red latex, replete with the horns and tail too.

"Someone's been a naughty kitty!" The image of herself on the television suddenly said.

"What? I'd never say that..." Carol grumbled at the news channels poor attempt to make her seem worse than she really was. With an annoyed growl she tried to change the channel, but the image remained on her Red Devilled self, grinning mockingly at her.

"Oh, but you did...and you are a very naughty kitty" The Devil Carol on the television smirked, licking her ruby red lips in a sultry manner. Carol frowned at her television, angrily pressing the power button to turn it off, but the image remained on the screen regardless.

"What the fuck...." Carol frowned as she watched herself on television saunter seductively towards the camera, only she didn't stop or pass behind the camera's field of view. Instead, the Devil Carol began to climb through the screen and into her reality like a spoof of a horror movie, all while the real Carol stared on dumbfounded. Suddenly her survival instincts kicked in and Carol turned and tried to climb over the back of her sofa in an attempt to get to safety, but the Devil Carol was too fast and quickly grabbed her by the tail to halt her forward momentum, leaving the real Carol hanging with her head a couple inches above the black marble floor tiles and her rump up in the air with her short silk robe up about her waist, leaving her exposed.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?" The Devil Carol growled, firmly holding and lifting her real self's twitching tail to expose her bare backside. Her other hand raising high before coming down with a firm crack to Carol's left buttock, making the feline yelp more in surprise than pain. "Answer me, cunt!" the Devil hissed, raising her hand again, this time bringing it down on Carol's right buttock.

"Away from you, you psycho!" Carol hissed and growled, trying to kick back at the Devil behind her ineffectually.

"If I'm a psycho, then so are you, sweetheart. After all, I'm you!" The Devil laughed, giving her behind a series of quick little swats to her pert behind while almost painfully tugging back on her tail to keep Carol firmly in place.

"You're not me, you're some sick delusional fever dream, an imposter!" Carol growled and struggled, clawing uselessly at her marble tiled floors to try crawl away from the spankings.

"Oh, I am very much you, kitty. That's why I know you'll enjoy this..." The voice behind her said, getting softer and slower as it seemed to be lowering down behind Carol. Then she felt it, warm breath tickling the underside of her tail. No, surely the Devil couldn't know that about her.

"Aahngoddamnit!" Carol whimpered almost pathetically as a rough feline tongue rasped against the exposed and sensitive flesh of her snug pink asshole. The first time she'd felt it was from a rather handsome young domino patterned rabbit escort whom she'd actually let tie her up and experiment one night while she was feeling adventurous. Before that night, the mere thought would've been enough to make her ill. But the young handsome rabbit had shown her new pleasures like she'd never known before, his tongue quick and agile as he lavished her forbidden flesh with attention that had her groaning and straining against her bonds in mere seconds. He'd been the first to also sample the pleasures beneath her tail, teaching her how much fun and pleasure could be had with such things. He'd been so good in fact that he had gotten her addicted to the taboo act and subsequently become a frequent request of hers whenever she contacted the agency.

"I'm not like that!" Carol proclaimed with a huff, trying to ignore the sensations the Devil was stirring up beneath her tail with that rough tongue. She could damned well feel her other self laughing and smirking too, those added little vibrations while demeaning, also felt like Heaven.

"Stop lying to yourself, you love this" The Devil Carol mocked, finally relenting with her lewd kiss. Instead, Carol felt two slick fingers begin to trace around and tease over her pucker, starting to gently press in against the center of her opening with steadily growing pressure. "There you go, see...look at your toes curl and your tail lift like the little butt-slut you are" The Devil continued to tease as she began pumping her two slick digits in and out under Carol's raised and flicking tail.

"I'm not..." Carol tried to deny, but it was useless. She just couldn't keep the groan from her voice or even stop her toes from spreading and curling tight enough to audibly click in pleasure. The Devil's fingers kept the perfect pace too, not too fast and not too slow, but always with that same little twist and curl that added just the right amount of stretch she loved.

"Admit it, admit you're a filthy little butt-slut and I'll give you what you want" The Devil leaned over to grin and purr down at Carol. Her fingers starting to build up speed now, just as Carol felt her climax starting to grow. With no escape possible, she knew she was at the Devil's mercy, but somehow that just made this seem even more intense and pleasurable for the trapped obsidian furred feline.

"I'm...I'm a filthy little butt-slut!" Carol eventually cracked, she needed to cum so bad and the fingers under her tail were making sure not to take her there, not yet anyway. "No, wait...put them back in!" Carol groaned plaintively a moment later when the fingers suddenly withdrew from her, "I'm so close!"

The Devil simply smirked, lifting the front of her short latex skirt to reveal something the real Carol did not have. The trapped and helpless feline gasped and tried to turn back at the feeling of something hot and heavy slapping down between her buttocks. She knew it wasn't a toy as she could feel it pulse and throb with need, right between her cheeks and up against her vulnerable asshole. The other Carol began to stir her hips, slowly dragging the thick heavy length back and forth over her backdoor, lewdly grinding and hotdogging her real self until finally, with a firm press down at her tip, it caught and began to sink within Carol. The ebony furred feline groaned and growled as the unseen thickness began to enter her slowly, stretching her gradually wider and wider as she felt every hot and throbbing inch slide home under her tail.

"Too big!" Carol mewled; feeling like her once tight little pink asshole had been stretched paper thin and would tear at any moment. The only response she got was a mocking laugh from above and a gentle caress of a thumb along her stretched opening that sent jolts of unexpected pleasure coursing through her. By the time the Devil's hips met her shapely rump, Carol swore she could feel the cock touching her tonsils she was so full. Her torture was far from over however, soon the Devil Carol began to move. At first, she just ground and stirred her hips up against Carol's behind until she had the feline below groaning and squirming. As soon as Carol seemed to be enjoying the persistent and insistent grinding, the Devil Carol began to withdraw and inch or two, only to let her hips buck down with a firm clap of flesh against flesh. "Uhn...not...umf...so...aah...hard..." Carol tried to complain, but it only resulted in the Devil pulling further back and bucking harder and harder beneath her tail.

"Little butt-sluts like you don't like it soft and tender, do they?" The Devil asked rhetorically, giving an extra hard and deep stroke that made Carol whimper pathetically. The pained mewling cry only made the Devil Carol laugh and pick up her pace a little more, the room starting to be filled with the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh in a staccato pace.

She should be hating this, Carol thought, not only was she being fucked by herself quite literally. But being roughly fucked in the ass by a thick cock, it should disgust her, or at least feel uncomfortable. But, it didn't, it just felt better and more intense with every rough buck and thrust under her willingly raised tail. Even worse was the fact Carol could feel a really intense climax starting to build, starting with only a little spot of heat in her very core which quickly grew into a raging fire inside her until it burst like a supernova within. Again, the pleasure was too intense; her body almost went rigid in ecstasy, her mind went blank and darkness began to seep in at the corners of her vision until it consumed her. The last thing she remembered before blacking out again was the Devil laughing and pulling back painfully on her hair while she mockingly said "Goodnight my little filthy butt-slut!"

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Carol awoke a short while later, feeling groggy and dizzy. Her head hurt from being upside down for so long, still laying over the backrest of her sofa. Was it all just another weird dream, she idly wondered to herself? The dark furred feline pushed her feat against the sofa and slipped the rest of the way over, going feet over head as she dropped heavily down onto her marble floor on her backside with a thud and groan. A moment later she blushed as she realized the pain in her backside was a little deeper than just her plush cheeks meeting the hard marble tiles, it did feel like she'd actually been fucked by a stallion. She tried to stand but found her legs felt like static, nothing but painful pins and needles, forcing her to crawl along the floor toward her bedroom as if she were in a drunken stupor, only she was keenly alert and sober.

With her head low, Carol slowly crawled on her hands and knees down the passage toward the safety of her bed. Only, as she got into her room and her bed was in sight, a pair of black latex heeled boots suddenly stepped out before her. Slowly her gaze raised up along the boots and thighs, over the bare sex of the woman before her and the latex corset which left the woman's breasts bared to finally see her face.

"Kate!?" Carol yelped out in surprise, standing before her in the skimpy dominatrix getup was the young white furred mouse girl whom she had interviewed for the position of her personal assistant. Carol had decided not to hire the girl, despite her being way over-qualified and experienced for the position, simply because she had seemed too meek and mild. But the ravishing creature stood before her now, idly tapping the leather strap of her riding crop in the palm of the opposite gloved hand, a look of determination and desire in her eyes.

"That's Mistress Kate to you, pussycat. Now, lick my boot" The mouse demanded with a saccharine tone, pointing the riding crop at her outstretched right foot.

"What? Who do you think you...ow, hey!" Carol yelped as Kate flicked the riding crop and zapped the corner of her sensitive ear with frightening speed and precision. "Ouch, dammit, stop!" the feline whined as her other ear received the same treatment a moment later when she didn't move. The next strike hit her square on her sensitive nose, bringing tears to her eyes as Carol clasped both hands over her snout protectively. "Okay, okay!" she whined and huffed, leaning down and reaching out with her tongue to begrudgingly lick along the front of the shiny black boot as commanded.

"I didn't say stop..." The domineering mousette smirked as Carol stopped just shy of her ankle. All Kate had to do was raise the riding crop a mere inch before the feline yelped and returned to licking along the black latex of the mouse's boot. Slowly she drew her tongue along the slick surface, across her ankle and up along her shin. Still Kate said nothing, the mouse merely continued to smirk self-righteously at Carol as she slowed down a little once she reached mid-thigh and close to the top of the latex boot. When Carol paused for a brief moment, Kate simply gave a threatening tap of the riding crop into her palm, indicating for Carol to continue.

Carol's hesitation was well warranted, with no underwear to speak of, Kate's bare cunt was only inches away and getting ever closer with every passing moment. Carol had tried to deny her attraction to other women all her life, she had convinced herself she was one hundred percent heterosexual even. But when Kate had entered her office that morning, there was a spark of something Carol didn't want to accept. Those big blue eyes, her soft pouting lips, she even smelled faintly of jasmine which happened to be Carol's favorite scent. Flashes of lips meeting in a passionate kiss, soft hands touching and exploring each other's bodies had come unbidden and unwanted to the feline. It would've been so easy to do it too, the mouse had seemed so meek and demure that Carol had no doubt in her mind she could and probably would bend Kate to her will. But she couldn't, she was the ball busting bitch and it wouldn't do to have a female lover, it would give all the other high powered dick swingers too much ammunition to use against her in their damned boys club!

"Do it, pussycat. Eat me" Kate commanded with an inviting smile down at Carol, her long silver locks cascading down over her shoulders and framing her face angelically. Carol felt a pang of regret in her heart as she stared up at the beautiful rodent, she knew this must be another dream, but that only made the reality of what she'd given up on that much more cruel and real.

Carol finally let go and dove in, hands gripping about the mouse's waist as she pressed her lips to Kate's womanhood. The soft cries of pleasure from above like music to her ears, the warm inviting softness against her lips drawing her in deeper. Soon Kate would even hook a knee over Carol's left shoulder, urging the obsidian coated cat in closer and deeper, which she was more than willing to be. Carol couldn't get enough, of the pleasured gasps and whimpers, the firm presence of being held in place, even from the taste of another woman against her lips. It all just felt so right and comforting, Carol truly felt complete and happy for the first time in her life.

Kate shuddered with a sharp little squeak as she climaxed, coating Carol's muzzle and whiskers with her pleasured spill while she roughly ground down against the feline's maw. The heel of her boot digging in painfully against Carol's back, but she didn't care at all, keeping her lips and tongue right where they were until finally being told to stop. The command came in the form of a tug to a leash and collar suddenly appearing about her neck, curiously the feline didn't fight it or question it, she simply accepted it. Carol found herself being tugged back like an unruly dog as Kate climbed onto her bed and pulled the feline up beside her. Laying face to face, Carol stared into the mouse's deep pools of sapphire, feeling at peace. Kate's lips brushed lightly against hers for a brief moment, giving her a tender kiss as she took Carol into her arms in a warm and loving embrace, letting the feline's eyes drift closed once again into a peaceful slumber.

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Carol awoke with a content smile, expecting to see Kate laying beside her. Instead, she was met with the usual empty space, just as she always was when she awoke. Only this time, she didn't feel alone or hopeless. With a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, Carol sat up in her bed and grabbed her mobile phone to begin typing out a message.

"I made a mistake, you're hired. You start on Monday, have a Merry Christmas!" Carol typed to Kate, smiling almost ear to ear when the mouse responded almost instantly with abundant enthusiasm. Looking at the time on her phone, she realized it was still Christmas Eve. Wrapping herself up in her silk robe, Carol dashed to the elevator and headed downstairs. Sure enough, Jones was still diligently hard at work at his desk. He hadn't heard the private elevator ding, allowing Carol to sneak up behind him unseen.

"Jones! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!?" Carol snarled at the big dog from over his shoulder. Jones yelped and jumped, knocking over his coffee mug and spilling the contents across the reports he'd been working on.

"Shit! I'm so so sorry Ms. Smythe, I'll start over on them for you right now!" The big dopey St. Bernard stammered as he tried to salvage what ever her could from the ruined paperwork. Only there was a sound he'd never heard before in the office which caused him to pause is frantic report recovery; slowly turning around he, was met by the curious sound of Carol laughing. His eyes going wide as her robe slipped open to reveal her taut tummy and the inner curve of her breasts, but that wasn't where his eyes were. The big mutt stared directly at her puffy little pink pussylips on full display.

"It's Christmas Eve Jonesy, why're you still here?" Carol teased with a smile, noticing his lingering stare and the less than subtle shifting of his paperwork to try cover his crotch unsuccessfully.

"Uhm, reports...for you..." Jones stammered, still unable to tear his gaze away from his rather nude boss's groin.

"Those can wait until Monday, go home to your wife and child. Unless there's something else you'd like to stick around for?" Carol purred softly, pressing herself up against the big dog invitingly.

"Wife...who...uh..." He mumbled with a heated pant as Carol's soft hand slipped between them to begin groping and rubbing at his bulge lightly through his trousers.

"Well Jonesy, are you going home, or does not so Tiny Tim want to come out and play?" The ebony feline growled playfully, giving his broad chest a little nip and ripping off a button from his shirt in the process.

"I...uh...fuck..." The St. Bernard whined in frustration; she had his zipper down and was now directly fondling his rapidly swelling sheath through the opening she'd created for herself.

"Yes, that is what your Christmas bonus will be this year, if you stay..." she continued with a soft purred tease mingling into her words, slowly lowering herself to her feet before the big handsome canine. Her snout pressing into the opening of his zipper as she took a hit of his deep, rich and musky scent. It made her tingle in primal ways that brought a delighted purr from deep within. Her rough tongue reaching out a little to swipe across the exposed red tapered tip of his flesh, suddenly snapping Jones out of his lust addled stupor.

"Shit...I...I can't..." He whined in frustration, suddenly darting for the elevator and struggling to do his zipper back up, but his bulge was so hefty it wouldn't close all the way. The look in his eyes said it all, he wanted nothing more than to bend her over his desk right now and plow her like a farmer getting ready for planting season. Even still, he was faithful to his wife, at least for now. The pitiful whine he gave when Carol gave her lips a sultry lick was priceless, the feline watching with a smirk as the big dog darted into the lift before looking back at her longingly, just as the doors closed on him.

"Next year I am so going to be on Santa's naughty list..." Carol laughed to herself, starting to walk toward her private lift when the sound of sleighbells jingled on the balcony behind her, a pair of glowing red eyes peering in at her from beyond the frosted glass window.