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Kuroko was actually sitting behind his desk, and Janice was relatively sure that was the first time she'd seen him there. Usually he perched on a corner or sat in one of the chairs along the wall. The more formal posture was a little unnerving.

There were many rumors about the desk, fitting for something as old as it clearly was. Salvaged from a shipwreck was pretty unlikely, but she wouldn't put it past him to have snatched it from an estate sale somewhere. Since no one actually knew how old he was, and rumors flew about that as well, it could have been a long, long time ago.

Many rumors about her boss, and he seemed content to let them percolate. He'd never confirmed or outright denied any of them, that she knew of.

The black fox let her wait in the chair he'd had placed in front of his desk as he flipped through a file. Not even an electronic one, a hard copy on what looked like actual paper, in a folder. She caught a glimpse of the label. Penn, Janice T. She hadn't even been aware that she had a file like that.

Finally, Kuroko twitched his one remaining ear, looked up, and gave a smile that certainly didn't feel warm or welcoming. "I'm sure you've had some time to think about why I might have called you here, Miss Penn. We don't often do any sort of formal performance review but in this case, I fear it may be necessary."

Janice was suddenly pretty sure she should have worn something else to this meeting, but she'd been expecting something less formal. No one ever complained about the bare minimal denim shorts and halter top, not when it left a lot of pudgy doberman, piercings and enthusiasm on display. She had a lot of curves, a lot of metal, and a lot of fun.

But something a little more business casual would have felt more appropriate for this. Performance review? She couldn't recall anything like that, not since her training years ago, and even those had been mostly informal, and with her department supervisor, Madame Finch. Not the big boss, the company president.

"I'm going to guess that something has, um. Been reported?" She couldn't imagine what, her usual customer left so drained and marinated in euphoria that they practically had to be poured into their car. No complaints had ever been made, that she was aware of.

"You could say that. Come here, stand in front of the desk, please." The please did not mean that it was actually a request. So she stood up and pushed up against the desk. Top of her thighs, it had seemed taller while she was sitting. Kuroko turned the folder around so she could see, and realization hit almost immediately.

She was an actress, or at least enough of one to have a decent poker face, but the first line on the sheet, keep playing along, you'll love the ending, was clear enough that she could have let out a sigh of relief. Although it raised more confusion as to what, exactly, was going on. She wasn't getting fired at least.

"I'm afraid the feedback from one of your recent jobs was disheartening." He stood up from the desk and walked around beside her, then pointed at a spot. "This section in particular was troublesome. Why don't you read these paragraphs closely. Let me know if you spot why I brought you in today."

He moved somewhere behind her, and she heard a cabinet open, but she was focused on the file. It did read like customer feedback, and she was pretty sure she knew which customer, too, or at least which recent job. She rather doubted that Samson Etoile was going to be displeased with his monthly visit. She certainly wasn't. He was fun.

Still, she was pretty sure she could pick out the bits that- out of context- could warrant a little counseling.

The fox touched the small of her back with one hand. "I trust you understand what I'm talking about?" She nodded. "Excellent. Remove your shorts and bend over. You're going to read it aloud. You know what I'm going to be doing." Did she? She glanced over at him, and saw the paddle. Oh dear.

Everyone knew the paddle. It was largely a joke, because anyone that would be on the receiving end was very likely to be there by choice, and the idea of Kuroko using it for any actual discipline was silly. But it looked as old as the desk, wood worn and old, but well cared for. Of course she dropped her shorts, she was incredibly eager to find out what that paddle felt like. But he set it on the desk where she could see it clearly, and put his hand on the small of her back again. "Read."

She started to read the review, and about every third word or so, her boss slapped her ass. Varying his targets, spreading the sting around, slowly turning up the heat. The first paragraph was pretty normal stuff, but the second had more potential.

"I was especially pleased to see that, as per instructions, she was wearing the remote controlled plug that I had sent, but was surprised that she had already run it out of charge before arriving at my office. As a result, I felt it necessary to discipline her. Midway through an over the knee spanking, she decided to comment, and I quote, 'you hit like a bitch'. I-" Kuroko stopped her.

"Very well, since you're dissatisfied with the current avenue of discipline, we'll augment the intensity." She was already warmed up pretty good, ass hot and stinging. He again put his hand on the small of her back. "Keep reading."

The paddle hurt a great deal more. Unlike spanking by hand, he wasn't dealing with the same sting in his hand, and he had leverage, amplification. It only took three swats to break her focus and interrupt her reading.

"It doesn't end until you finish the page, Janice. If you want to be able to sit this week, push through and keep going."

She was way past sitting again today, at least not comfortably, and well on her way to never sitting again. It hurt! And not just the hot, stinging wash that generally got her so wet she couldn't keep still. That was there too, but there was also the heavier pain laying over it, mounting as she read in bursts and stumbles. The last paragraph came out in sobs, through tears, gripping the desk with claws as she struggled to hold mostly still. The last word was met with one last strike of the paddle, then a hand on her backside.

"Go ahead, stand up. Turn around." She was shaky as she did so, then yelped when her ass touched the desk. "Come here." Roles momentarily muddied as he pulled her against him, burying her muzzle in his shoulder, and held her while she cried it out. Company policy, aftercare trumps roleplay.

Ten minutes or so he held her, waited for her to recover, then chuckled. "Okay, back over the desk, we'll get one of the nerds to blur the cuts so it looks like there's no transition." She grinned a little, then bent back over the desk. His hand went to her ass again, and that still stung a lot, but not nearly as bad as it had been.

"Well done, Miss Penn, but you're not out of the woods yet. You have a choice for the remainder of your punishment. The chair, or the box?"

She knew that choice. And she knew that he knew which she'd choose. "The box."

"Very well! Three hours in the box. Leave your pants there on the floor. Toss your top as well, you're being punished, and you might as well serve as advertisment for it." A couple of camera drones buzzed off of shelves and detached from ceiling panels and the edge of the desk, to follow them at several angles as she was paraded through a few of the office spaces, and the employee break rooms, before going to the third floor atrium.

Basically the same as the first floor, but not general public access. Adults only, for starters, mostly staff but also some clients and contractors.

The box was already set up on its pedestal. Clear one this time, of course. The cameras would want to be able to see her "suffer" as she was "punished". Huge mental air quotes there. The bottom of the box was padded pretty well, letting her kneel comfortably on it. Cuffs for her wrists, a collar loose on her throat, and she yelped when the back door closed and pushed her ass into place. A hole in front of her just big enough to get her muzzle out, and a slot at the back. Room for her nub tail to stick up out of the box, and for her punishers to pick which hole they wanted to use.

And she was going to get used, the line was already starting to accumulate. She felt something set down on the box behind her, then another thing. One she wasn't sure about, but the other one was probably a bottle of lube. She was likely going to need it, at least for the first couple of guys who'd stuff under her tail. And that would be popular. She knew at least part of the lines were going to be other actors and what would euphemistically be called service staff, like her. But probably more of it would simply be volunteers, legit office staff and contractors, a few clients getting a free sample.

She really didn't care, that wasn't the point. She didn't need to know who was doing her, just that it was going to be good. The first cock poked at her mouth, and she opened wide, angling so he could rub along her tongue, miss her teeth, and go to town. Otter, looked like. Hadn't taken his pants off, just opened the fly. She felt lube pouring on her ass, fingers rubbing her pucker. Of course the first guy in the back wanted her ass.

At least he was patient about it, didn't just shove in. Some time to adjust and stretch. And stretch. Holy shit, and stretch? Had to be a horse or something back there. She was going to be sore in more than a few ways and places, but it was part of her punishment. She knew the little camera drones were finding angles and getting the action. She'd love to see the footage later, but for now?

The otter blew his load, most of it in her maw and a little on her chin. She gave him a few cleaning licks, but he was aside in no time. She recognized this one, Jack, the way-too-innocent-looking little red panda fluff. She knew quite well he wasn't even a little innocent. Good to suck on, he let her do the work, get moans out of him, rocking back and forth in the little space she had while the horse or whatever plowed her from behind. He took a little while, Jack had already frosted the top of her muzzle before the horse had pumped a hell of a lot of spunk into her ass.

Whoever he was didn't waste any time pulling out and stepping aside, because she was almost instantly stuffed again. Pussy this time, and oh, she was pretty sure she knew who that was. Wolfgang was a frequent indulgence. Big wolf boy knew how to stuff her up right.

Kuroko piped up over the general bustle of huffing and panting and moaning. "No knots, gentlemen. You know how to pop it off by hand, we don't want to give her any twenty minute breaks while you make awkward conversation with the guys fucking her mouth." There was a mix of laughter and protests, but none of those had any seriousness to them. She heard a clink or two above, and the second object on top of her box was cleared up. Tip jar. Of course.

That just made it dirtier, being effectively whored out for tips. No one was under the impression she wasn't enthusiastically in to all of this, not the way she wiggled and squirmed and arched her back. She knew she barked when she came, and she was already barking on the second guy to stuff her pussy. Or third? She was losing track, and had gotten one eye with a jet of cum, so she couldn't really open it. Hands couldn't get up to wipe it off, either.

Not like she cared even a little. This wasn't about a particular user. It wasn't even actually about the number of them, or the time limit. She was pretty sure no one was watching a clock. It was all about making sure the cameras caught her doing her penance. Punishment wasn't even close to the right word, and no one could possibly be fooled, but this was porn! Paper thin excuses to do things that she wanted to do anyway, and get paid for it. Best job ever.

The next cock that pushed at her muzzle was going to be a bigger challenge. Her one useful eye glanced up and saw Andy, one of the security guards. Big paint stallion. He'd shut her up a few times in the past the same way he was about to. She could open as wide as possible and let him do what he was going to. The cameras and audience would love this, surely, and it wasn't like she had to overact the choking, coughing, gagging noises while he fucked her throat. He was huge, she couldn't breathe with him inside, and he couldn't even really get all the way in. Far enough for both of them, and she was struggling with it when someone else came up behind, another horse, and went straight into her ass. She'd had more than enough users and lube and stretching that it wasn't even particularly hard for him, either, and suddenly she was spitroasted, two stallions giving her a rough ride.

It ended with a double pull out. Lots of cum, most of it in the box, on her. All over her face and ass. She was having the time of her life as she coughed and swallowed, not really given enough time to recover her bearings before someone else stepped up and stuffed her pussy full. Hard to bark her pleasure with her mouth full, but it was happening anyway. There was some laughter, a couple more clinks in the tip jar, and another "customer". And another, and another. She stopped trying to keep track and just settled into the flow of it. She couldn't do anything to stop it, couldn't resist, couldn't fight. Not that she had any desire to, really, this was exactly where she wanted to be right now. Hell, it was practically a gift from her boss, this set up.

She lost track of time, she was sore, hoarse, aching in so many places and just... dripping cum. And then there were no more dicks. "That's all fellows," that was Kuroko again. "She's due a break, and I'm sure she'll appreciate the tips. If you're too hard up to walk it off, assistance is available on the eleventh floor. We have some trainees needing to polish up their skills, if you know what I mean."

The box unlocked, and she felt hands undoing the loose collar, undoing her cuffs. "Easy, puppy. Don't try to stand yet. Just up on your knees, there's a good girl. Smile for the camera, you sloppy bitch."

"Okay, but seriously, can I get this one framed?"

"Of course. I was thinking of making it your business card. Janice Penn, professional cum dumpster."

"Excuse you, it's professional cum dumpster and brat, thank you very much."

"Remind me to spank the sass out of you later."

"Good luck, but thanks for trying."