A day at the office

As much as you hate to admit it, Rasa is right; though it's been ages since you've felt this intimate with a woman, you still have to pay the bills, which means heading to work. "All right. I guess I'll head in today. What will you do while I'm gone?"

Rasa gives you a wry grin. "No offense, Master, but I can sort of tell that you haven't had a woman around here for a while. I think I'm going to get a little cleaning done."

"Thanks a lot," you reply. "Of course, feel free to help yourself to some food, and I've got some DVD's in that cabinet over by the home theater system. If you want to take a break and relax for a while, go ahead."

Rasa's hair turns a gentle sky-blue as she hugs you, planting a tender kiss on your lips. "Thanks," she says. "You really are the nicest person I've ever met."

Afew minutes later, you reluctantly grab your briefcase and head out the door, sharing one last embrace with Rasa before climbing into the car.

At the office, time seems to crawl by. Even as you try to concentrate on work, your thoughts keep drifting back to Rasa. Though her body is constantly changing shape, her personality is always warm and affectionate. You wonder what she looks like now; in your mind's eye, you imagine her reaching up to dust bookshelves, her plush ass probably covered with downy fur in some exotic animal pattern, three or four breasts jutting from her upper body, just begging to be touched....

"Doe! What do you think you're doing?"

Jolted suddenly back to reality, you realize that your boss, Miss Devonshire, is standing in the door - well, more like the gap in your cubicle wall. No doubt she noticed you staring dreamy-eyed into thin air, your hands not even near the keyboard. Then, to your embarassment, you realize that the crotch of your slacks is straining to hold in a massive erection!

"Um, sorry, Ma'am! I was just thinking. I'm getting right back on the Murrow account now...."

She looks at you through narrowed eyes behind her glasses. "Not just yet, you're not. Come with me."

A lump in your throat, you follow Miss Devonshire out of your cubicle. Walking behind her, you can't help but notice the way her fantastically curved ass wiggles as she walks, one foot in front of the other. Her long black ponytail swishes behind her, keeping time with her smooth but deliberate pace. You remember how you used to fantasize about that magnificent ass when you were first transferred to this department, but Miss Devonshire's icy demeanor clearly marks her as off-limits.

Besides, you think with a smile, with Rasa waiting for you at home, why fantasize about anyone else?

In the boss's office, she motions for you to sit down. "John," she says, "what I'm about to tell you is very important, and must never leave this room. Understood?"

"Of course," you reply.

"Good. Now, then, the reason I called you here is..."