Leave. Something's wrong

You begin to turn towards the door.

Sophie: "Uhh excuse me but I st-"

Stacy yanks your hair with her one hand, painfully dragging you back into her lap. As her other hand casually strokes the side of your head, you begin to see madness whelling up in her eyes.

Her voice now cold as tundra, she murmurs to your ear:

Stacy: "I'm not gonna let you go, sweet cheeks. You'll be my very own little pet from now on..."

Sophie: "No, no!"

You struggle steadfastly against the clinging embrace of your boss. While her iron grip seems only strengthened by this sudden onset of nymphomania, your enhanced feline limbs are limber enough to overpower her. With one glorious slam of your tail you throw her over the office table and panickedly stumble out of the dark room.

Outside in the general office area, the eyes of your coworkers seem to be enraptured by the same glint of delirium. Everyone's gaze is focused on you as you bolt along the corridor. You feel nude; encased in a feverish dream or a nightmare.

As you run, you can see men and women alike pleasuring themselves to your image. Upon realizing that you aren't here to stay, people begin to follow you. A choir of **** pleads and 'ah's and 'ooh's right behind, you parkour down the seemingly endless halls and stairways all the way downstairs.