Eaten Out on a Work Call

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Her Boyfriend's Tease

"Yes, I heard about that. What I think we should do about the dropping sales is..."

Melanie's eyelids drooped, though the feline anthro didn't feel as if she was in any position to be falling asleep, not when there was so much going on in her company. In accounts rather than the sales team, she didn't understand why she'd had to be present remotely on the work meeting anyway, half of the office on site and half remote still. Koom call system had exploded while they'd been forced to be away from the office, even though the cat wasn't exactly all that sure that she enjoyed the system. There were only so many times, after all, that she could ask if someone could hear her or not, doubting her rather spotty internet connection.

Still, sales or bad sales were a concern and one that set her gut rumbling with discontent, wondering if the rather large meatball sub that she had devoured for lunch had been all that much of a good idea or not. Sat upon the uncomfortable chair in her home office, the guest bed was only just out of sight behind her, though she was glad, at least, that she had remembered to make it up again after her last guest had left. It had only been her brother, of course, visiting for the weekend, but the tabby cat could be a right slob when he wanted to be. Which, around her, was pretty much all the time, still expecting his big sister in her twenties to pick up after him. Still, she loved him as much as she seethed at him.

Melanie was the perfect likeness to her brother and she imagined that she bore the same bored expression on her face as she sat there, appearing attentive with some slight nods and general sounds of affirmation, just to show that she was listening. Her silver tabby coat gleamed with good health, though she had applied a little fur oil to her face just to make sure it looked bright enough for her work laptop's webcam. She didn't usually wear make-up, least of all when she was home, and loathed even that much and the tiny flicker of mascara and eyeliner she used to brighten up her eyes too. Everyone said she looked so tired on camera, but it wasn't her fault that the lighting in the spare bedroom (AKA the office) was terrible.

They droned on and on about sales tactics and all manner of things while she pretended to be attentive, still wondering all the while just what it was that she was supposed to be paying attention to. Sure, it was worrying, but maybe they wanted someone from every department there, for she couldn't think of any other reason for her to be there. The calls were annoying, as if they were making up reasons to get them all together, perhaps even just trying to make sure that everyone there was actually working.

Who knew, ultimately? Either way, she had to show her face, nodding and tapping away on her laptop to keep herself both awake and entertained, at least to the best of her ability. Sometimes, she could only do what she could do right there and then.

The bedroom door creaked and she glanced back, luckily with her microphone on mute. She had a big set of over the ear gaming headphones that worked far better with the laptop than the built-in speaker, though Mel was still at a loss as to how she kept damaging those damn things, over and over again. She was a pro at it.

She made a sharp, sideways, cutting motion with her hand as her tortoiseshell feline boyfriend poked his head around the door, green eyes alight and his whiskers appearing to quiver. That was never a good look on him, not even when she was on his side and on board with whatever it was that he had in mind.

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Go away, she mouthed, trying to get him to get the hint, without also making it look like she was "talking on the call" too much, her paw covering her mouth. I'm busy. Love you!

Sam, however, didn't get the hint. See, the cat had something in mind, something a little devious, and, well, he was bored on furlough from work, considering the state of the world. He'd be back soon, he thought, maybe in a month, but Mel didn't realise just how far the depths of his debauchery and need had gone. Things could come to light, of course, in boredom that never before had to be paid due attention to, though she was about to see that in the most intimate of ways...

Her boyfriend was careful, even as she kept an eye on him out of the corner of her eye, her tail flicking back and forth anxiously behind her chair, hanging down low. The old computer chair was aged enough that the squeak that emanated from somewhere near the base could not simply be oiled way and there was no manner of fixing that could update or modernise it. All Melanie could do was wince and squirm, looking down without "looking like she was looking down", at least on camera.

What on earth was Sam doing? It didn't make sense, not at all, not why her boyfriend was crawling around on the floor, a smirk on his lips that didn't quite fit there. If Melanie had been focusing on her work call a little more intently, she might have been able to wedge her chair in against the desk and make sure that he had no opening in which to distract her, but, alas, things were not quite that way. Whether that ended up to her benefit or her detriment, however, was up for debate.

She tried not to grunt, holding her worry in her throat as he wriggled under her desk. Did he think that he'd dropped something down there? She tried to move to the side, to give him room, to let him work his way out as soon as possible, so that she wouldn't be distracted on her call anymore.

"Oh!"

"Melanie, are you alright?"

The conversation paused and she swore she felt every expectant eye turn to her in the Koom call, even if the head of sales, as always, was still, very obviously, on his mobile phone when he was meant to be one of the most important people on the call.

The feline blushed, shaking her head, though what she wanted to do was to nod. Yet what else was she supposed to do when her boyfriend's fingers had just brushed oh so tantalisingly over her panties, right up between her legs?

"Er... Yes, so sorry - there was a fly."

She smiled brightly, hot in the face and shooing Sam away under her desk. What was that cat thinking? She couldn't do something like that on a work call! Was he so bored that he had to come in there and bother her?

The feline, however, only looked up at her with a cheeky look in his eye that promised trouble, Mel with one eye on him, one eye on the screen. She couldn't pay attention to anything that was going on, however, not with him down there, not with her breath catching and hitching in her chest, his fingers trailing and dancing up her thigh.

It was tantalising, so very much so, enough to make her heart pound, a fixed smile on her face, chin propped up on one paw. Mel drove her knee into his chest, more sharply than she thought she needed to, but she didn't know what else she could do to get him to stop. In hindsight, perhaps saying "no" would have gotten him to stop, yet the feline was not thinking clearly, not as her chest warmed, the hitch in her chest tighter than before.

It was wrong...but the meeting was so boring. Maybe she had been more bored than she had realised, considering how all had ended up, his fingers pressing lightly against her folds, tracing down them while she did her best not to show any reaction or emotion on her face. Mel's whiskers quivered, wanting to mewl, though her partner was relentless, kissing her bare, legs, the softness of the fur there tickling his lips. He knew how to get her going between than anyone and, perhaps, there was something in Sam that had told him that Melanie needed "it" more that day than ever.

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