House Call

You opened the door to see your boss dressed casually on your stoop.

She wore a beige jacket over a white turtleneck. The top didn’t show off any cleavage, but there was no hiding the massive chest underneath. The threads stretched with the task of encompassing her breasts. Matched with the top was a pair of tight denim pants.

The way they clung to Lisbeth’s figure made all her lower assets stick out. Her hips and ass popped at the sides, and you could see the muscles of her thick thighs. The sight was truly beautiful to behold. It contrasted with her typical rough work wear.

If Lisbeth noticed your reaction, she didn’t let on. Instead she looked you up and down inquisitively.

“Hi, Jim. Can I come in for a moment?”, Lisbeth said in a cool tone.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to risk Morgana being discovered and didn’t think you’d be able to deal with your boss right now.

“I-I don’t think that’s a great idea right now.”, you stammered. “I’m not feeling very well, and my apartment isn’t really in a good place for a visitor. Thanks for stopping by though.”

You started to close the door, desperately hoping you could clear her off quickly, but Lisbeth caught the door with one hand and took a step forward.

“You’re not going to brush me off, Jim. I’m coming inside.” At once, Lisbeth pushed her way through the doorway. Your strength was no match for a minotaur on a mission.

“R-really. It’s not a great time.”, you tried to plead with her, but she ignored you and looked around. You noticed a slight frown appear on her freckled face as she saw just how poor your current living conditions were. Her tail swished with apparent frustration. Seven months of built up depression had left little desire to clean or keep up a proper home. Having Lisbeth see your current level of squaller made you embarrassed.

“Jim…”, Lisbeth sighed in a sympathetic tone. “I knew things were going bad for you lately, but this?” She looked at you with her big brown eyes with a tender and sad expression. Her concerned gaze increased your embarrassment, and you were having a hard time meeting it.

“Sorry. I told you it wasn’t a good time for you to be here.”, you said in a soft tone. Shame welled up in you. It was one thing to live like this on your own but having someone point out how poorly you had been living **** you to confront your issues.

Lisbeth moved toward you resolutely and held you in a firm and comforting embrace. The height difference caused your face to be mashed into her chest. At first you couldn’t breathe, but you managed to get enough space to get your nose out of Lisbeth’s large breasts. She held you there for sometime while resting her chin on your head and stroking your hair. You could smell a faint hint of lavender and vanilla perfume as she held you. It was soothing to take in. What the heck was going on? Since when had Lisbeth been so…compassionate? You felt your desire building amidst her onslaught. Thoughts of ravishing Lisbeth crossed your mind, and your cock began to throb. Worried she might notice, you pushed away from your boss. Lisbeth seemed **** to let you out of her embrace.

“What are you doing here, Lisbeth?”

“You never showed up for work. You didn’t even call out. I was worried about you. Between the stuff you’ve been going through, and…”, she hesitated. “...how I acted yesterday, I thought you were upset with me.” Lisbeth shuffled sheepishly at that.

You realized with relief that this was a wellness check and not an interrogation. Lisbeth had somehow thought you were mad at her for her strange behavior.

“No. It was a bit startling yesterday, but I’m not upset with you at all. I just wasn’t feeling well today.”, you said with your best manufactured smile, hoping Lisbeth would just accept your answer.

Lisbeth’s face brightened. “Oh thank the gods! I thought I had driven you off. I know I can get a bit intense.” The minotaur girl seemed back to normal now. She looked around your apartment again and her relief changed to concern once more.

“You can’t live like this, Jim. This place is a mess. No wonder you got sick.”, Lisbeth stated in the firm tone you were used to her having. She was all business now. “I’m going to help you clean this mess up so you can rest appropriately.”

You looked around nervously. You appreciated the gesture, but the last thing you needed was your boss sniffing around your apartment, especially with Morgana currently in the closet.

“N-no!”, you stated louder than you had intended. “You don’t need to do that. I can do it myself.”

“Nonsense!” Lisbeth huffed. “You’re not feeling well. As your boss, I can’t let you make your condition worse by letting you live in this filth. Bring me what you have for cleaning supplies, and I will take care of it.”

“Wait. Like I said…”, you started to say before Lisbeth waved off your protests.

“I won’t hear it, Jim! Show me your cleaning supplies and get in bed!” She stomped her foot loudly, her typical signal that her patience was over.

“Fine.”, you relented but needed to come up with a plan to protect Morgana. “Can you just stay out of the closet? I have a lot of stuff from when Stephanie and I were still together. I’m not ready to get into that right now.” Lisbeth gave you a nod, her eyes shone with deep sympathy.

“Okay. Let me show you what I have for cleaning stuff.”, you said as you walked to where your supplies were stored.

Lisbeth moved swiftly through your apartment, and you found yourself amazed at the speed and efficacy of her cleaning.

“Not to pry or anything, but she really did a number on you, huh?” Lisbeth asked while focused on cleaning.

“Who?” You asked, having been distracted by Lisbeth’s striking features.

“You ex-wife. I heard some things, but I’ve always been afraid to ask.” The minotaur girl looked at you with sympathetic eyes.

“Uh…yeah. We’d been together for 10 years…since college.” You felt a pang of sadness.

“Can I ask what exactly happened?”

“It’s kind of a long story, as cliche as that sounds.” You said with a shrug.

“I have time…if you want to talk that is.” She said with a smile that flustered you.

“The abridged version is that she met someone else. He was younger, wealthier, and more ambitious than I was. Objectively, he was better looking too.” Recalling Derek made you equal parts angry and sad. The urge to have a drink rose in you, but you decided not to.

“I think you’re selling yourself short, Jim. You’re a good looking guy. You’ve got that mature rugged feel to you that a lot of women would appreciate.” A subtle blush came to her face as the words came out.

“I appreciate that. I think the biggest problem was that we had different goals. Stephanie looked ahead and wanted trips and stuff. I looked ahead and saw kids and a home together. Our desires didn’t seem to match up I guess.” You realized you had begun to slump and your chest was getting tight. You felt the tears starting to come, but held them back. No woman wanted to see a guy cry.

“It sounds like you weren’t on the same page. I like your dream of the future though. I want to get sponsored by a good man and start a family and kids too. Maybe it’s a bit dated, but I like the idea of keeping a home and being a mom. Sometimes I think about greeting my husband when he gets home from work and getting that kiss in the doorway…watching his face light up as he eats my cooking…watching him rough house with the kids…That’s the life I want.”

You could hear in Lisbeth’s voice the joy she felt just imagining her dream. It was nice, and you could see her beaming.

“That sounds nice. I don’t blame Stephanie for wanting something else, though. I just would have appreciated honesty instead of the lies and sneaking around, you know? The cheating, the stealing, the way she just became cold so quickly. Even if divorce was inevitable, I wish it could have ended differently, rather than just getting blindsided over and over again. It was so sudden, as if ten years of work and sacrifice meant nothing to her.”

No you couldn’t hold it back any more. The tears just started to roll down your cheeks. Lisbeth noticed, but rather than recoil or avoid acknowledging your pain, she came and embraced you. It was sudden and surprising, but you melted against her, most definitely getting her shirt wet as she mashed you into her chest. She stroked your hair and was quiet as you let it out.

“It’s going to be okay, Jim. You’re a good man, and you will find someone worthy of you.”

She separated from you and lifted your chin to look into your eyes. “You will get what you want from life, just work hard through this low point. I’ll help if I can.”

You couldn’t help but be in awe of this woman. “Thank you, Lisbeth.”

“You’re welcome. Now, let me finish this up, and I’ll get started on some food.”