Epilogue - Saturday

“Hello? I’m terribly sorry to disturb your breakfast, but I have an appointment.”

Zoey looked up blearily from the reception desk, chewing on her fourth double bacon cheeseburger of the morning, and squinted at the newcomer.

Shining waves of autumn-streaked hair framed a feminine face so glamorous it belonged on a billboard. Succulent lips, sharp cheekbones, perfectly plucked brows, and impossibly stunning amber eyes with dense lashes stared back at her with a kindly, patient expression.

“Whaaa–” She gulped down her greasy mouthful before trying again. “Sorry, under what name?”

“Miss Tanner. Deborah Tanner. My friends call me Debbie.”

Zoey fumbled at the diary lying open beside a bulging paper bag with a stylized yellow logo in the shape of the letter ‘M’ on the side. She tried to ignore the tantalizing scent of flame-grilled goodness wafting from it as she ran a finger down the page of badly scrawled handwriting and then checked the time on her phone.

“Umm… is today Saturday?” She blinked in bewilderment. “I didn’t know we worked on the weekend.”

“You must if you are here, right? Please, be a doll and let your manager know I have arrived.”

Deborah held herself tall, radiating polished poise from her ladylike posture like a brilliant gemstone. A pale lavender business jacket snuggled her thin, modelesque figure--no blouse of shirt beneath--held closed by a single button at her navel, revealing an extraordinarily well-endowed chest and a lace choker at her neck. A shiny pink miniskirt snuggled her sumptuous hips, exposing miles of smooth, silky legs wrapped in latex thigh-high stockings and capped in glossy black slingback heels.

A wealth of jewelry sparkled on her dainty fingers, wrists, and throat. Glittering carats of diamonds dangled into her ivory cleavage in an eye-catching display of shimmering affluence. She tapped meaningfully at a designer watch on her wrist that probably cost more than most people made in a financial quarter.

“Nah, I’ll just show you in. They’re, like, always going at it, and Mistress told me to mind the front desk after I got my morning fix.” Zoey said, rising to her complete seven feet in height. “She’ll know if you’re meant to be here or not. She’s super smart like that. Love the flashy bling, by the way.”

She wore a blue hockey jersey that now acted as an undersized crop top–clinging like a second skin to her gigantified knockers–and a pair of tiny red running shorts that flossed her thick buttcrack like a thong. Otherwise, the rest of her stunning, muscular physique was on show under the fluorescent lighting.

“Bless you for noticing, dear one. I’ve had a recent windfall in the form of a lucrative divorce settlement.” Debbie swept her curtain of chestnut hair back with a sunny smile. “Sucked the cheating bastard’s fortune straight out of his puny dick. Passed out seconds after signing the papers, the faithless simp. I should have done it years ago, then found myself a proper man. Can’t fathom why I didn’t do it sooner.”

“Sounds terrible. You’re totally hot and deserve better.” Zoey empathized, leading the way back to Sadie’s office. “I’m supposed to ask, like, how you heard of our elite services for marketing and stuff. It’s complicated, and I don’t really get it anymore, but that’s the job. I’m only in it for the fun parts.”

“A girl’s got to eat.” Debbie agreed and looped a slender arm through the lumbering Amazon’s elbow in sisterly solidarity. “I was actually looking for someone I met in passing earlier this week. A striking young man who got off those dreadfully slow elevators on this very floor. Very earnest and polite. A true Southern gentleman.

“When I discovered there was an accounting firm here, it was like a moment of purest serendipity. Just what I needed, given my sudden change in financial circumstances and the possibility of getting reacquainted besides. Tell me, dear one, do you believe in fate?”

“Dunno, is it vegan?” Zoey shrugged and had to bend down to reach the doorknob. The muffled sounds of excited voices and aerobic activity came from the other side. “But I reckon you’re talking about Sam. He’s the best. Knows how to treat a girl right and cums like a total jizz-cannon.”

“Beg pardon?!”

Deborah’s indignant squeak was drowned out by a chorus of lewd moans and wet slapping noises as the towering brunette swung the door open.

“Give me another, Sammy! Blast another baby into your bimbo fuckslut’s belly and turn me into your personal cocksleeve!”

“Goddamn it, Claire, you insatiable whore. Hold onto your fat titties because I’m about to cum again!”

“YesYesYesYesYes!!”

The scene inside the office was shockingly loud and explicit.

Sam was behind the large mahogany desk, naked but for the powder blue sweater vest stretched across his barrel chest, pounding mercilessly into Claire. The voluptuous blonde was decked out in frilly, baby-pink lingerie and a flurry pair of bunny ears she had dug up from god-knows-where. She lay flat on her back, ankles locked behind his pistoning hips, drawing him in deeper as her gargantuan, globular breasts careened madly on her chest with each violent plunge.

Off to one side, Sadie reclined on the sofa in a sheer scarlet lace-top chemise with Tammy’s petite yet energetic form kneeling on the carpet, munching face buried between her widespread thighs. The moaning redhead wore nothing but a minuscule g-string, strappy black heels, and an onyx-studded collar, which the burgundy-haired harem queen gripped like a rein to steer her slippery tongue.

"Sorry to intrude, Mistress, but your first appointment is here." Zoey indicated the gawking beauty beside her.

Debbie tottered forward on stumbling feet, her small hands clasped together under her spectacular bosom as though in prayer, wide amber eyes fixed on the muscle-bound hunk plowing his blonde co-worker into a wailing fuck-puddle.

“My goodness, is that Sam? I recognize the parted hair and sweater vest. He is… magnificent.” She breathed out the final word in hushed reverence, knees trembling as her captivating face flushed. “Utterly resplendent.”

“Thank you, Zoey, and welcome, Miss Tanner.” Sadie said, releasing Tammy’s collar and straightening herself on the couch. Her tone and posture were completely professional as though rampant office fornication were simply part of an average workday.“May I offer you a tea or coffee? Please make yourself comfortable wherever you like.”

She had to speak up to be heard over the grunting and squealing. Debbie didn’t reply at first, seemingly mesmerized by the pornographic showing, before eventually shaking her head and turning to face Sadie.

“Heavens, but I am glad I arrived early. How long can he maintain that level of… performance?” She asked with an astonished expression. “Once word gets out–”

“Ah, I see we have you penciled in for a bookkeeping consultation.” Sadie had her phone in hand and adjusted her glasses as she checked the device. “Chandler Accounting would, of course, be happy to help organize your finances, unless there are… other, more personalized services you are interested in engaging?” She quirked a suggestive eyebrow.” And to answer your question: endlessly. We are yet to discover the limit of Samuel’s stamina and, shall we say… fortitude.”

“Oh gawd, Sammy! Don’t stop fucking me like that!” Claire howled, jerking and clawing at her ricochetting tits. “I need to feel you explode inside me again. Breed your bimbo fuckdoll on that huge, hunky dick!”

“Here it comes, you amazing whore!”

Debbie collapsed on the cushions beside Sadie with a damp squish, her delicate fingers immediately sliding under her tiny lilac skirt to sink into moist, thrumming flesh and leaning against the burgundy-haired businesswoman for support.

Sam’s prodigious physique seized in a full-body spasm as he roared, visibly cumming in the gravid blonde’s shuddering body. The smell of their pungent sex fumigated the room, making Debbie twitch and moan. Then a small hand pressed over her own, pushing deep into her clenching pussy.

“Could I tempt you with our latest range of new services, Miss Tanner?” Sadie purred into her ear, nimble digits delving and teasing. “Our Samuel has a few… openings he is available to fill at the moment, though I anticipate those will be in high demand very soon. Best to stake a claim earlier rather than later, don’t you think?”

“Ye-Yes… Oh my!”

Zoey smiled happily as Debbie panted and shivered next to her Mistress. She looked over to where Sam was blowing the last of his load onto Claire’s cum-stuffed tummy and immense chest. Tammy was already crawling onto the desk to lick and slurp her girlfriend clean. Her tight butt waved invitingly at the permanently primed stud.

It was so nice to see them getting along so well.

“You alright there, Zee?” He asked, sounding sincere and giving the proffered ass a crisp smack, earning a giggle from the sex-addled couple. “Not getting too bored manning the front desk? I could send one of these two out to keep you company if you are.”

“Boo!”

“No fair, Sammy.”

“Nah, It’s okay, Sam.” Zoey grinned and played with her long chocolate tresses. “I like to sit out there and diddle myself while listening to you guys. That’s more my speed, and umm… I’ve never been one for crowds. Just save some for my lunch, ‘kay?”

“I can definitely do that for my favorite little slut.”

Zoey blushed and quickly nodded. Debbie was moaning on Sadie’s fingers and trying to sign a document at the same time when she turned to leave.

“--and we’re done. Congratulations, Miss Tanner, on becoming the first client of Chandler Breeding Enterprises. Come here, Samuel. Momma’s got her all warmed up for you.”

“Thanks, Sadie. It was Deborah, right? We met in the elevator a few days back…”

The conversation was soon muted when Zoey closed the door and skipped back to her post at reception. Kicking her bare, size eleven feet up on the desk, the voluptuous Amazon spread her powerful thighs and cocked an ear back towards the office.

It wouldn’t be long before the sordid clamor of raucous sex filled the air. Zoey sighed in contentment, running a hand down her washboard abdominals into her undersized running shorts and gently began to strum.

She had a busy day ahead of her, but like their harem Mistress always said, when you love your job, it doesn’t feel like working.

…and with a totally delicious super-stud like Sam to attract rich, sexy clients. Zoey suspected they were all going to be very busy indeed.

THE END

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