“Break” Room

“Oh, and Lisa,” you straighten your blouse as you prepare to end this morning’s small team call, “Make sure we have that ‘non competitive’ clause when we send over that merger.”

“On it, Liv, thanks.”

“Alright, see you later!” You click to leave the online meeting, breathing in a deep sigh — you much prefer the days when in-person meetings were the norm. Looking at the time on your work station, you realize that it’s just about time for your break. You hurriedly toss a couple of documents into the ‘X-Motion: Dallas Doves — Cheer Squad’ folder and push your chair away as you make your way towards the wellness hub.

Life at Preudholme & Barker was less of a ‘traditional law firm for video game companies’ experience, and more of a ‘two degrees away from fuck-frenzied-sorority-house-meets-devilishly-smart-bitches’ vibe — at least, that’s what the people in the office seemed to think so. To your average client, you and your team are — and act the parts of — polished, informed individuals who tackle legal settlements and handle disputes like no other. To further your firm’s portfolio, mergers between major companies and the handling of mediation has brought in more than enough revenue to generate the headline “P&B Top 100 Nationwide Law Firms — And It’s All Women-Operated”.

Has a nice ring to it. As you pop open the fridge to pull out a prepackaged açaí bowl, you take in the surroundings — elegant design and ample space, also allowed by said revenue. Though you’d have to contest ‘Women-Operated’ by one metric, if you really cared. At least half of the team in this firm are futanari, all of them real go-getter, male replacements that help bring the fire to the fight. It’s been nice, working with the team, especially since there’s no measurable stress among the group.

You swivel your head to a door that unlatches, the plaque next to it reading ‘Relaxation Room 04’ as a couple of girls stumble out, slightly disheveled outfits telling of their escapades in that room being anything but ‘relaxing’. One of them tucks a tight bulge away beneath her work skirt, while the other straightens out what she can before heading onto the laundry room to get things sorted out. Speaking of… you’ve been eying a few of the girls around the office — either a fling or a commitment, you’re not picky — since it’s been a while and been on your mind.

Lucy, one of the longer-standing partners in the firm, has always been a sort of mentor to you, despite being only a couple years your senior. She was actually one of the spearheads of fully incorporating futanari into the company — makes enough sense, as she is one. But since you two have parted ways to do your own things in the firm, maybe paying her a visit wouldn’t hurt…

Another option is one of your secretaries, Rosario. As dedicated as she is to helping you with your work, you’ve made it extremely clear to your subordinates that they’re considered equal in your eyes while working with you. Power dynamic crisis averted, you can’t really deny that, along with her impressive skills that cleared the hiring board, your eyes were technically fixated on her curves and equipment for far too long for her not to notice. She’s already brushed her bulge past your shoulder more than once while handing you reports…

And then there’s your direct colleague — Aileen. Though you butted heads for the first couple of weeks of working together, no one would realize that now. If someone had to guess, they’d probably assume that you two were sisters from different misters — you don’t know how many thousands of photos are of you and Aileen doing anything and everything together — clubbing, beach vacations, country bars, brunches, Pilates… god, and you can’t get out of your head that one time the waves were so strong, Aileen’s bottoms came loose, revealing that juicy horsecock of hers… and it was flaccid, too. You consider going to see her after your break.

With the options laid out before you, who do you choose? Or do you pick someone wholly different?