The Phone Call

The milk had a calming effect. Mata felt so warm and tired from her activities with the beautiful Becksdale. She sat in Becky’s lap, still nursing, before she detached with a soft “plop.” Becksdale smiled down at her. “Well, you are just an absolute delight. Thanks so much for your help!” She sighed. “Listen, I need to get back to this report but come find me in a few hours m’kay. We’ll fill that tummy of yours right up.” She beamed at Mata.

Almost drunkenly Mata slipped off of the Holstaur’s furred legs and wavered on her feet for a few moments. Given the potency of the Holstaur’s milk, Becky wondered belatedly if Mata’s compact stature would compound the effects. “Wait, do you know what office I can take?” She slurred. Becky thought about it. “The one across from me is free. You and I can get familiar.” Why did that sound threatening? Mata flushed at the thought of being filled with equal parts cow milk and Arthur’s milk.

Mata collected her stuff, thrown to the floor in the initial excitement and escaped the Holstaur’s lair.

Across the hall she shoved the cardboard box with all of her personal stuff onto the desk that was too tall for her, and scrambled up onto the wheeled office chair. She needed a nap to sleep off all that milk. She hadn’t been assigned any real work yet, and she was just waiting around for Arthur anyway so fuck it, she thought with an exhausted sigh as she began to nod off, leaning back in the cheap, over large office chair.

She was awakened minutes later by her phone ringing. She slapped at it ending the call and trying to roll back to sleep. It began ringing again. She checked the caller ID. “Gleenick, fuck- I don’t want to talk to that little prick-“ she cut off her own statement mid thought. Gleenick or Nick as he preferred to be called, was an unfortunate romantic partner. He was the son of some friends of her parents and had, after some gentle ****, agreed to a single date. That date had turned into a relationship that had lasted for two years, and ended with him sloppily making out with Mata’s younger sister. Mata didn’t know what she wanted to do to him yet but the wheels started spinning in her devious little, still milk drunk, brain.

Maybe she could finally get some vengeance on the slimy little weasel.