No, you're a virgin

The nervousness you were feeling before exploded by the prodding of such an accusatory question. It was one thing to review and be critical of your schoolwork. You were used to that, and normal for someone to consider hiring someone. It was entirely something else to talk about your sexuality or relationships. It's been completely awkward for you, largely because of the beast hiding under your legs. That, and even without the male anatomy, your orcish figure didn't fit within typical human standards.

"No, that wasn't me" you can't quite meet her eyes as you speak, giving away more than was actually asked for "I didn't really have relationships with anyone in the academy"

"Aw, poor thing" Oddly, she seemed genuinely sympathetic, at least first "That must been terribly lonely. What happened? No cute single guys for you to ask out?" She paused for a second "No cute girls?"

Your mouth opened in the blatantness of this conversation. As much as you want to resist, the conversation is starting to get you hard, and you start praying to the Gods that it doesn't become noticeable. There were a number of both genders that you found attractive, beautiful even. Many a night was spent alone stroking out your desire, imagining relationships you could never have.

"Miss Fracila!" you almost shout in your surprise "That's a really personal question, and one I'm not comfortable with. Can we please drop this?"

"I'm sorry" She said as she walked towards you, close enough to touch, looking up at you "we won't talk about anything you don't want to, but I want you to feel comfortable here. For what it's worth, I wouldn't care either way. You're a grown woman. A very large grown woman" she laughs a little bit "who is more than able of handling herself. We're our own little world here, and work closely with one another. That goes better when we see each other as friends, and not as boss and subordinate, okay?"

You nod "Ya. That sounds great." You move down, both in your emotions and your arousal "I uh, still don't know really what it is we'll be doing".

"We'll get there. Don't worry." She gently pats your shoulder "the past isn't going anywhere. I'll give you the tour, make sure you know your way around the area. Once you're comfortable, we'll get you to help out with preparation for our next project. I hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty"

"I'm used to it, actually" you say with a smile as she leads you out of her office "I grew up on a pig farm. Doesn't get much dirtier than that."

"Wonderful" she smiled "than sand and mud should be nothing. Come on"