Of Course!

Sleep eludes you throughout the night. Too many questions for your brain to comprehend chatter around in between your ears. You finally fall asleep at a quarter 'til midnight, later than expected. You might not be as bright-eyed and bushy tailed as usual in the morning.

Waking up was a bit more difficult this morning due to the change in your sleep routine, but became exponentially easier once you realized that you'd be able to, at minimum, see a real life monster girl. With a quick shower and your morning routine out of the way, you grab your bag along with the necessary papers you'll need for sponsorship and heads towards your vehicle. After a short drive, you arrive at your first class at about your usual time. The day felt like it was moving at a snail's pace. Every class had a boring lecture that you wished you could skip over as if it were a redundant video game cutscene. Darting out of the school a mere minute after the last bell, you race to your vehicle. Although your mom raised you on the philosophy, "If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, then you're late", you didn't embrace it like your other family members did. That was until today. You were hell bent on making sure you gave a good impression to Melissa, your interviewer. You knew the reputation your beloved school had when it came to sponsorship, so you planning on making the best impression possible. You were NOT going to mess up this chance.

Parking right outside of the AWIO building, you arrive 25 minutes early for your meeting. Ignoring the traffic violations you may or may not have committed on the way there, you walk in into the large building and are stunned by what you see. Solid ten out of ten beauties fill the waiting area. From what you can make out, there are an average of about three girls grouped together by who you would assume to be their sponsor. Every sponsor you see looks older and more mature than yourself. The nervousness is starting to increase. Thoughts such as, "why would they allow someone as young as I am to be responsible for an Old World beauty?" swirl throughout your brain.

A nearby man is walking towards the doorway, stopping next to you when he sees the panicked expression upon your face. With a pat on the shoulder and a gentle smile, the man says three little words, "Just breath kid." The goblin girl he's with gives a little wave as they leave the building. With a soothing calmness upon you, you walk towards the reception desk. Sitting behind the desk is an absolutely attractive woman.

Sitting down it was difficult to gauge her height, but you'd guess about 5'5. With blonde and pink hair, paired with her ivory white skin and brown eyes, she easily could be a model on her face alone. Then your eyes betrayed you, staring at the glorious amount of cleavage in front of you. Catching yourself staring, your eyes shot upwards, meeting hers.

"Hey there. What can I help you with?", says the cowgirl, playing off what you just did as if it were nothing.

"Um, I'm looking for a woman named Melissa. I have a meeting today. My name is Jace Richardson", you say, trying to keep your eyes on hers.

"It says here that you're a bit early. Excited, are we?"

"Y-Yes ma'am"

With a slight crinkle in her brow, she responds, "Ma'am makes me sound old. Call me by my name, Millie."

"Okay then, Millie."

After Millie's computer pings with a notification she stands up quickly, breasts swinging as she does, and she excitedly says, "She's ready. I'll escort you."

As you walk, it's becoming more difficult to do so. With a luscious woman such as Millie next to you, it's hard to not be hard.

Cutely smiling, Millie says, "Melissa picked out a few good options for you. I wish I were among them, but life goes on."

"You're available for sponsorship?"

"Yep, although nobody seems to want me."

"I don't know why. You're really nice and you're body is s-"

"Sexy? Men have an interesting way of showing their attraction towards women." Glancing downwards she says, "I think little Jace wants to meet my girls."

She emphasizes the last word with a plentiful squeeze of her breasts.

With a slight blush on your face, you readjust your penis to your waistband and respond with, "Now you're just teasing me with something I can't have."

The conversation ends shortly after as you reach the stained oak door of Melissa's office. Avoiding to poke you with her horns , Millie gives you a tight hug, pressing her breasts against you. With a a slight sadness in her voice she says,

"I hope you have good luck and you become a sponsor. I wouldn't mind being your second girl."

After that, she struts away towards her desk. Every step she takes is mesmerizing you with her plump thighs and nice ass. "Hopefully I get a girl like that", you think to yourself as you enter the office.

After quick greetings, Melissa talks you through everything there is to know if you become a sponsor. From the ultra-fast bonding process to the fact that they prefer to be in a harem, your mind is blown in minutes. After a bit more talking she opens a folder on her desk and says,

"You seem like a good fit, even if you are on the young side. Goblins and elves tend to be the easiest to start a harem with, especially for people like you. There are a few of each here, waiting for you to make a choice. So Jace, do you have a preference?"

After some thinking, comparing the sexiness of goblins and elves, a third option pops into your head. clearing your throat you say,

"Is there any way that I could choose a different option?"

"Of course. I'll have to approve it, but most girls here would be happy to be sponsored by someone such as yourself."

"H-How about Millie?" you say, unsure of what her answer might be.

"If you sponsor her, you do realize that she'll want to stay working, right? She's become a valuable member of this team."

"Yes, of course," you say, almost coming out of your chair.

"I'm glad. That girl has been **** for a sponsor that'll let her work. Let me call her in." Within thirty second of Melissa setting down the phone, Millie is knocking at the door.

With a grand smile on her face, Melissa says, "Why don't I get that?"

Swiftly opening the door, Millie jumps into your lap, burying your face in her bosom.

Millie squeals happily as she says, "I knew you were different."

Melissa clears her throat, grabbing the attention of both of you, although you can't see her through a very happy cowgirl on your lap.

"Why don't I finish the paperwork while Millie takes the rest of the day off. I think you two deserve to enjoy each others company a bit."

Although reluctantly, Millie hops off of your lap, pulling you out of the chair by the hand. Between Melissa's office and the front door of the building, the only thing Millie said was thank you to Melissa, then you were off towards the door. Once in the car, you look to her, placing her cheek in your palm and giving her a very passionate kiss. A passionate kiss that she reciprocated without hesitation. Before you get too distracted, you begin to drive to your place. Arriving there after a short drive, you park your car in its designated parking spot and swing over to the other side of the car. Picking up a now startled cowgirl in a bridal carry, you walk towards your apartment. Practically kicked the door in, you enter your apartment and set Millie down on her feet. Walking to your couch you sit in the center and say, "Sit on my lap. I've got an idea"