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Fuck Mondays. Just fuck them. These were the thoughts that were running through a zebra's mind as he stood near the elevators of the office building that he worked at. Despite downing an energy drink on his way there, he was still barely able to keep his eyes open. He gave a shake of his head and sighed. He was tall and somewhat handsome, though most might consider him to be rather average. He was fit and carried an air of professionalism with him everywhere he went. Of course, being that he was one of the ranking senior managers at this place, he had to be.

Andrew hadn't pressed any buttons yet, he simply stood just enough to the side of the elevator so that others wouldn't be deterred from using it. He checked his watch again and gave a slight grumble. She was late, he thought and sighed again, this time out of irritation. She was always late, but today was important, or at least slightly more important than most days. He was meant to be at a meeting with the other managers of his equal, but before then he needed to go over some quick things with his secretary.

Just as he glanced at his watch for the tenth time, she finally appeared. Wearing a skirt that went down to her knees and a dark red blouse, she came quickly walking into the front lobby. He gave a slight grimace as she didn't seem to be the slightest bit perturbed by her own tardiness.

She was a rather voluptuous raccoon woman, her long brown hair pulled back and fastened into a bun with two hair sticks sticking out just above her head. Her breasts were large and would bounce every time she would take a step, her wide hips swinging as well. While a lot of people in the building thought that Andrew might have hired her for her looks, in all honesty he never quite saw them. She was hired purely on the basis of her credentials, which was sad in some aspect, because she did often dress to impress him. Even now as she put a bit more swing into her stride to catch his attention, his strong eyes were fixed securely to her face.

"You're late, Rey," he grumbled as she came up to him. The woman frowned and came to a halt.

"Sorry, sir, traffic was a bitch," she explained.

"Hmpf," he sounded, "We have a lot to do today and I want to make sure everything is going smoothly while I'm in my meeting. God, do I hate these meeting," he lamented and stroked a hand over the black and white mane behind his head. Rey could tell right away of how stressed her boss was. His back was always straight, his hands clenched into fists, heels together. It was like he was a statue, and she knew just how to make him unwind.

Andrew jabbed the button to go up as he continued to speak. "I need you to review and screen the new applicants. Make sure the contact information for the new distributors is on my desk for when I get back."

"Yes, sir."

"I've left a contact list for you, I need you to check those clients if they are interested in some of our new environmentally safe textiles rather than the traditional ones. I need you to call Mr. Thorton and schedule for me to have a meeting with him sometime this week."

"Yes, sir,"

"And last of all, I need you to get a gift for my sister's birthday. What you got her last year was great, do something like that again."

"Yes, sir." The elevator dinged and its metallic doors opened. The two stepped in and Andrew quickly punched the button for the top floor. As the doors slid shut, the raccoon woman couldn't help but smirk as she glanced at the high strung zebra. He leaned his back against the wall of the elevator and gave another exasperated sigh. "I fucking hate, Mondays. Why did we have to have a meeting today?" he groaned.

It was then that his secretary reached out and quickly jabbed the button to stop the cart. Somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floor, they came to a halt and Andrew flashed the woman a furious glare. "What the hell are you doing?" he snapped as she came over to him and suddenly dropped to her knees right at his front. His eyes went wide and he blinked in astonishment as she wore a broad grin on her face.

"There's no way I'm letting you go to your meeting as high strung as you are now," she explained and grabbed the front of his dress pants, undoing his belt "You need to get your cock sucked, and bad!" Andrew grimaced and flinched as he felt his pants and underwear get yanked down to his knees, exposing his entirely soft cock that swayed against the inside of his thighs.

He sighed in defeat and shook his head. "Can you make it quick?" he mumbled softly down at her.

"If you work with me I'm sure we can be speedy," she commented as she took a hold of his girth and lifted it up. "Gosh, your cock is gorgeous! I can't believe you've kept it from me for so long," she said with a giggle and stuck her tongue out to run it up over his length. A shiver ran up his spine and he gave a soft huff. "And these balls! They're just as lovely," she continued and leaned her face in. She affectionately nuzzled his big, black orbs and took a deep breath, enjoying his strong, manly musk. "It's down right criminal to keep all of this to yourself."

"Less talking, Rey," he said as a blush crossed over his cheeks. "We have an agenda to stick too remember?"

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