Getting to Work

You showed up to the AWIO Arrival Center later than you meant to. This morning was one of the harder ones, and you had been feeling sluggish. The whole concept of getting out of bed was feeling more and more pointless. You gazed at the Arrival Center. The front of the building was a marvel of modern architecture with its glass arches and marble work. You watched as people shuffled into the massive structure. Happy and excited people were going in to find partners and live their happily-ever-afters.

“Pfft.” You spat on the ground. “Screw your happiness.”, you muttered, and made your way to a side maintenance entrance. The maintenance entrance was near the loading docks where food and supplies were dropped off for the care of the monster girls living within.

Through a narrow doorway, you entered what was essentially a warehouse. You passed by the hustle and bustle of workers and heavy machinery noticing something was off today. People seemed…frantic. Glancing around, you realized just how isolated you felt here. Most of the workers were monster girls being employed by AWIO until they were matched. The workers varied from centaur hauling palettes to orcs working machinery. Some gave you heated glances, but most just kept working.

You’d gotten used to occasional advances. It felt like the more physically strong the race was, the more inclined they were to being blunt with their intentions. Perhaps in the “old world” they were used to just grabbing a mate they fancied. In a way, it made work more interesting. It was flattering and different from how human society usually functioned. Honestly, it was one of the few things in your life right now that gave you some semblance of positive self-esteem.

You made your way to a small office area jutting out in the warehouse. There, you saw your supervisor standing near the doorway, looking at you with frustration. It wasn’t hard to see it on her face as she practically had steam coming out of her nose.

“Hey Lisbeth.”, you nonchalantly let out, hoping your indifferent tone might ward off a lecture.

“You’re late again, Jim.”, Lisbeth responded with a stern and commanding tone.

You couldn’t help but stare at her. She was, after all, a minotaur girl who commanded attention. Lisbeth stood over seven feet tall. She had a large muscular frame and cloven feet. Her hair was a ruddy brown and styled short. It was a practical hairdo for her job, but didn’t look bad on her by any means. Despite her olympian build, she was still quite feminine and beautiful.

Her face was pretty, with freckles on her nose and cheek bones, plump lips, and gorgeous large brown eyes. Two ivory-colored horns jutted out from her head.

She wore denim overalls that hugged her wide hips and accentuated her firm ass. A hole was tailored in the back for her tail to hang out. It swished back and forth as if swatting away invisible pests. She wore a white sleeveless tube top under the overalls. The shirt was cut short, revealing visual hints of Lisbeth’s toned abs. The shirt itself was having one hell of a time trying to keep her massive chest contained.

The thing that stood out the most, even more than her height was her incredible chest. She had to have some of the largest tits you had ever seen, a testament to her bovine heritage. In a way, you sympathized with Lisbeth as it must’ve been hard for her to find clothes that fit right. Sweat was glistening off her bare neck and collarbone, and you gazed as a solitary drop ran down into her profound cleavage.

Lisbeth gave a warning snort. It seemed like she was trying to cover her chest with her crossed arms but ended up merely lifting and emphasizing her great assets. She stomped a hoof menacingly.

“Shit!”, you thought, startled, realizing your gaze had lingered far longer than you intended. You weren’t trying to be a creep, but how could any red-blooded man not be captivated? Actually, that rationale did sound like a creep’s excuse.

“Self control, Jim.” you thought.

Attempting to divert the freight train that would likely be hitting you, you manage to squeak out, “Sorry, boss. It won’t happen again.” Your blue eyes pleaded with her brown ones for forgiveness.

Her face flushed slightly from the heavy eye contact. You noticed, and pressed your advantage.

“Let me go clock in and put my stuff in my locker.”, you said in your most respectful and soothing tone. You really tried to let the gruff baritone of your voice come out knowing she was a little weak to it.

You and Lisbeth had been working together for several months now. Actually, it was her who got the final say about your employment. She had sized you up back then and had given you a shot.

You had learned quite a bit about her since then. She was kind, diligent, and had a low tolerance level for laziness. Her temper was legendary, and she was quite intimidating as big and strong as she was. It seemed like she had taken a special interest in you and seemed to get on your case way more than she did with anyone else.

You had learned some techniques to avoid her fury. She was humorously weak to assertive men. The phrase “grab the bull by the horns” had a whole new meaning for you after tangling with your bovine boss. The direct approach was always best when it came to calming Lisbeth.

Lisbeth’s face flushed following your manipulations. You felt bad, but this was about survival. She let out a frustrated but cute sigh, “Don’t let it happen again, or I’m docking your pay. Also, you’ve probably noticed we are all hands on deck right now. We had an illegal entry followed by a portal malfunction. I need you over at the gate to make sure there’s no issues on our end.”

“You got it, boss.”, you purred and quickly continued past Lisbeth with all haste thinking you had securely avoided the storm. Before you managed to get in the clear though, her strong hand gripped the collar of your shirt, holding you in place. Her strength sent a cold shiver down your spine.

Had you pushed your luck too far? This woman could literally snap you in half if she was so inclined.

Lisbeth’s face dipped low behind you and came dangerously close to your ear. With a whisper that was equal parts threatening and sultry she said, “Continue to stare like that without permission, and I’ll be **** to punish you.”

Her hot breath was on your ear and neck and it felt like she was taking in your scent, causing you to flinch unintentionally.

Did minotaur run hotter than humans? You could feel the heat coming off her body as her chest mashed itself into your back. It seemed to be both intentional and unavoidable at the same time. She held you for another brief moment, seemingly savoring the effect she was having on you.

“Do you understand me, Jim?”, she cooed into your ear, causing another flinch and stirring something lower down on your body.

You gulped audibly hoping she didn’t notice just how flustered you had become and managed an affirmative nod.

“Y-yes, b-boss.”, you let out in a voice far more squeaky than you would have liked.

She then let go of you with what you assume was meant to be a playful push. With her titanic might, it instead caused you to stumble forward. She giggled with her hand in front of her mouth, apparently much more chipper now that she had paid you back for your manipulative flirtation.

“Get to work!”, she called out with a wink.

Like a frightened prey animal escaping a predator, you quickly headed to the staff locker room. Once inside, you let out a breathy sigh. You were happy she hadn’t noticed what that little encounter had done to your friend down below. You weren’t quite sure if Lisbeth would have crushed you or mounted you with the way her mood changed. Both prospects seemed terrifying.

Shaking your head to get those images out, you changed into your coveralls and placed your change of clothes inside the locker along with your lunch. The clothes weren't clean, but they were the cleanest you had at home. Still, they barely passed the smell test.

“Laundry soon.”, you muttered and closed the door. You then headed toward the gate as Lisbeth had instructed.