Mata’s first day (sidebranch)

Mata stood outside the imposing building. Arthur had given her an address, and she had given her resignation, her old job was shit anyways. The pay was crap, her boss was a bitch and nobody there appreciated her there anyways. She was dressed professionally in a loose fitting white blouse that contrasted with her green skin and a short black skirt. She was excited to get to work closer with Arthur. She had a fantasy stuck in her brain of Arthur setting up her work station under his desk, and using her throat all day.

That’s all the encouragement she needed.

She stepped into the office lobby and walked over to a large reception desk. It was black and cold, made of marble with veins of white streaking through it. Everything in this lobby was sleek and modern, almost to the point of barrenness and hostility.

Behind the reception sat a half tabaxi, dressed in a light blue outfit, her hair pulled out of her face with a matching ribbon. She had to lean forward over the desk to look at Mata. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked in a dull, bored tone. “Uhm, no. I was supposed to be starting today. I’m going to be working under Arthur Penn.” The cat girl huffed and looked longingly at the clock. “Go to the elevators on the right, go up to the HR department for onboarding, seventh floor.” She dropped back into her seat, already done with the conversation. There wasn’t a name placard on the desk so Mata just offered a thank you and moved to follow instruction.

On the seventh floor she found row after row of cubes. Employees of every species flitted from box to box. Mata saw a fellow goblin standing in front of a copy machine and felt her knees weaken. I bet his cock is minuscule. Maybe when I’m camping under Arthur’s desk I should invite him to watch. She broke the line of thought. Focus. Let’s find HR and get through orientation and then I can go find Arthur.

She wandered down the line of offices, checking nameplates for someone in the right department. Eventually she found something.

And several hours later she was finally on her way, after watching mind numbing orientation videos and an instructor who talked like he clearly didn’t want to be there. The fact that he was a goblin absolutely helped nothing. Mata’s sole attention was on keeping her fingers from touching herself to the thought of forcing him to watch from a corner while she and Arthur gave him the best show of his pathetic life, his little dick at full attention but still only a fraction of Arthur’s. She kept her legs pressed together in a futile attempt to stop her pussy leaking and tried her best to avoid any movement. She was pretty sure that despite her best efforts she had left a wet spot on her chair.

Despite this distracted, perverted personal hell of her own making, she now had directions down to Arthur’s department. Riding the elevator down brought her to the basement. She walked down the hallway with a purpose, none of the doors had names, just numbers. Her panties were well past soaked and her juices had started dripping down her thighs. Frustrated she decided to just open a door nearly at random.

Behind the door sitting at a low desk was…