Overtime
By Musuko

“You gonna be okay with that?”
	“Yeah, it’s fine. Thank you.”
	“Umm, I need you to sign here.”
	He held out one of those electronic signature pads.
	“Uh, okay. Just a sec.”
	I shuffled the box across into one arm and freed up the other to take the little plastic stylus from him.
	“Oh!” he said. I felt a little private pride at his surprise and signed the screen with a deft little flick, holding the stylus back to him.
	“Have a nice day now!” I said, cheerfully turning away to stride back to my desk, my prize clutched triumphantly against my chest. I could feel his eyes on me. I hoped they were on my butt, but suspected they were on my arms.
	I settled into my chair and set the box down on my desk. All taped up securely. I poised a talon-like claw at one end and, with a sharp slide across its length, neatly cut the tape down its centre.
	“Geez, Jael. Remind me not to piss you off.”
	Nicky had stuck his mousey nose over the divider, wide boyish eyes watching me. You wouldn’t believe he was thirty. I flexed my fingers at him, deliberately tensing the opposing control wires to make them squeak and creak menacingly.
	“Oooh, you’re scary girl. Mrowl!”
	Yeah...you wouldn’t believe he was straight either. I didn’t myself until the first day he “put the moves” on me. It was kind of adorable. He’s such a tiny little guy! I had to say no, though. It’s not a good idea to get involved with co-workers if you’re wanting to keep certain...things...secret from them.
	“So, what’ve you got there?” He leaned further over.
	“Never you mind!”
	“Aww, come on.”
	My steely glare didn’t deter him. Damn, I must have overused it and worn out its effects. I gave in and opened the box flaps, revealing the folds of silk and sequins inside.
	“Are you getting married?! Ooh who’s the lucky guy?”
	“It’s not a wedding dress. It’s red, you idiot.” I looked at it for a moment, then looked at my fingers. I wasn’t sure I felt confident enough to subject my entire bonus’s worth of delicate silk to the sharp edges of my prosthetic fingers. For now, I decided to leave the dress safe in its box. “It’s a ball gown.”
	“You going to a ball?”
	“None of your business.”
	“Maybe it should be. I’ll take you to the ball, sweetie.”
	I flexed my fingers noisily and growled. He laughed and ducked back down into his cubicle. I gave the dress a last longing look, wondering who I would get to help me try it on, before folding the flaps back and sliding it safely out of the way beside my monitor. My attention returned to the screen.
	“Shit!”
	Emails from the boss. I got back to work.

My mind started to wander, as it always did when I was working. While my fingers tapped away at the keyboard and the “work” part of my mind blazed, the dormant bits in my head drummed their fingers, then started devilishly prodding at my imagination.
	Nicky probably looks good in a tux. He’s got the slim figure for it.
	Kinda always liked his cheerfulness.
	Bit of a boor though.
	Bad boy though.
	Hah...bad boy with a steady job and apartment more tastefully decorated than mine. And a flashy car. And flashy smile. And a big…
	Well...maybe. Little guy, big cock. Isn’t that how it always works?
	Like you’d know woman!
	Think he’d mind comparing?
	I tried not to chuckle out loud. It wouldn’t really match up with my outward appearance, the dedicated and talented executive busily squaring off a quarterly report on derivatives.
	He’s made some offers though, hasn’t he.
	No, shuddup! If you were going to go after anyone here, you’d try it on with Liam, or Fiona. Maybe even both. Muscles...kinky lesbian. Mmm.
	Yeah, but Nicky’s got that bravado thing going on. Just think about that.
	I’d rather not.
	No, just...imagine it. You say yes to his advances, maybe even right here in the office, at the end of the day, when everyone else has gone. And you slide down onto your knees in front of him, and see how shocked he looks as you get your nose right down between his legs. And as your fingers get his fly open. And your mouth makes him squeak and clutch at his chair. And that whole persona of the lady’s man falls apart as you show him what a real woman can do!
	Mmm…
	And from then on, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Your little puppy-dog mousey. It’d be charming! He might even be decent boyfriend material. He is pretty sweet, you know.
	Yeah, but what about…
	...he won’t mind. Not after you convince him to try...
	Stop!
	...and you know he’ll love it! Just think of that skinny little body of his, nice and naked and bent over this desk right here as you…
	I tensed my fingers against the keyboard, typing “sogfngesd”, and the “h” key separated from its mount with plastic ping and skittered off across the desk. I exhaled, heart thumping.
	B-bathroom break.
	I got up as calmly as I could. I checked myself over and tried not to despair. No matter; I grabbed my satchel and held it “casually” against my skirt, and strode confidently towards the ladies room.
	I locked the cubicle door behind me and sat down on the seat. I rested my claws against my lap and stroked them gently across the bulge beneath. My secret, presently trying to make itself known in the worst possible way. Eight inches of dripping hardness pressing up against my panties and skirt. I could...no, I shouldn’t. But I could…
	I gripped the button of my skirt between two claws...and felt it slip away from their grip. I tried again, and again it fell from my trembling grip. Shit. Of course. All my dexterity fails me now. I sighed and rested my head back against the wall. It wasn’t really a surprise to me, of course. I had two wholly limp and useless prosthetic arms, from the elbows downwards, that were only useful parts of me when I was properly concentrating and operating the control triggers in just the right way, something that came naturally to me...when I wasn’t totally distracted and flustered.
	Damn it Nicky.
	I didn’t try stroking at it through the skirt. There were so many things wrong with that idea. Who would be desperate enough to try masturbating with what were effectively knife blades?
	I bet Nicky would look good on his knees right there, his mouth wrapped around…
	No no, god! I left the stall and waddled over to the sinks to splash some cold water on my face. It didn’t do much good, but I felt better for having done something. I retreated to my cubicle and hid, keeping myself pushed as far forwards under the desk as I could, and focussed on my work. This of course let my imagination wander again.
	Wouldn’t you just love to see what his paws are like.
	Small guy, big cock, big paws? Or maybe they’re small and girlish?
	Wouldn’t that be fun...a big strong woman and her big strong cock, with a dainty little guy and his dainty little cock. Both kind of in the middle in all respects. You’d make a good couple.
	You know those big unbearable hardons you wake up with and have to ignore until you’ve blasted them away with a freezing shower? Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up next to a naked little mouse who’s quite happy to rub his sexy little feet against them until you cum all over yourself?
	I groaned and leaned forwards until my forehead was resting on the desk. I could feel my cock rubbing up against the underside of the desk. I gave it a little wiggle and felt the electric tingle of stimulation. And then I felt the wetness of my precum staining my skirt. I fumbled for the controls on my chair and lowered it an inch. This was not a good situation.
	I lifted my head and looked despondently at the box beside my monitor.
	“Why did I have to go and buy you?” I whispered. “If I hadn’t...I’d be able to afford a Silver Boy right now.”
	The card waited in my purse. Silver Boys Nightclub. Where the drinks are free, and the boys are expensive...but so worth it. They love me there. A frightfully horny woman of exotic body, unable to get herself off when she’s too worked up to operate her arms carefully, with a heap of income and poor impulse control.
	And presently, my purse and my bank account were showing a big fat wad of nothing, and pay day was two weeks away.
	Fuck. I couldn’t last two weeks.
	I looked over at the cubicle divider that separated me from the mouse.
But neither was I that desperate...yet.	
	Yeah you are.
	“Oh shut the fuck up!”
	“What?”
	“Sorry, not you Nicky. Talking to myself. Got something...a song...stuck in my head.”
	“Oh. Hah.”
	Smooth. Think he’d be into doing you with your arms off? You know you’d love to feel helpless like that. While he pins you down and rides your cock...or fucks you with his.
	Stop it!
	Hah, talking to yourself girl. Just ask him...get him here, right there under the desk. Get his pretty mouth working.
	I let out a shaky breath. It had been bad before, but never this bad. Knowing I couldn’t swing by to the nightclub after work to get myself seen to...yes, that was the problem.
	I threw myself back into work. Maybe if I got finished early, I could head home and figure something out. Or maybe Silver Boys would take credit? Yeah right...more debt was what I needed right now.
	A shadow passed over me, and I looked up to see my boss Luke leaning on my divider.
	“How’s it going, Jael?”
	“All good here boss,” I said, my voice smooth and collected. If only he could see under my desk.
	“Had an argument with your keyboard?”
	I looked down and remembered my absent “h” key. I’d been happily jabbing the rubbery contact in its empty socket and barely noticing. “Well, I…”
	“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you a new one ordered.”
	And there was that infuriating smile, the one that bore so much sympathy for my disability. I smiled pleasantly, but felt my cheeks start to heat.
	Yet you’re still turned on. Getting off on feeling helpless and feeble. Even with Luke right there. You want to get ploughed by the boss, is that it?
	God damn it shut up!
	“Thanks boss.”
	“Not a problem. Are you joining us at the bar later?”
	“Uh, not tonight boss, sorry. I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”
	Hah, yeah. “Stuff!”
	“Alright then.” He lingered for a few moments, then slunk off.
	Think he could smell you? Think he knows what a raging bag of lust you are right now?
	I stifled an involuntary whimper. Oh god, I hoped not. Imagine if that got around the office.
	Yeah, imagine it. Imagine Nicky and Liam and Fiona finding out what an interesting and needy sexual creature you are, and coming at you with...offers.
	This time the whimper escaped my lips, and I clapped my paw over my mouth, then yelped at the sting of the metal against my muzzle. Nicky’s head popped up.
	“I bit my tongue,” I said.
	“Oh.” And down he went again.
	That’s it, I couldn’t take this any more. I tapped out a quick email to Luke to excuse myself. I was going home. Domestic emergency, nothing bad, just needed to get home right away, will make it up tomorrow, yadda yadda. I grabbed my purse and strode out towards the door with as much dignity as I could manage.
	Bet they’re all looking. Bet they can all tell…
	I felt my skin crawl with the humiliation of it all, and the privacy of the empty elevator, then my car afterwards, was a welcome relief.

I fell into the embrace of my bed and pulled the pillow over my face, screaming into its safe muffling padding. Then, flopping it away to my side, I sat up and addressed the culprit of my predicament.
	“You’re going to get me in trouble one day,” I said, staring down at the distinctly unladylike bulge in my skirt. Yes, it was all fun and games at night, when it made me interesting and exotic, but during the day it was just a liability. If I didn’t have my lack of arms to distract people’s attention, it probably would have been found out by now.
	“What am I going to do with you?” I tried stroking my fingers across the bulge again, and for a few moments it felt good. But then as my pulse rose and my excitement quickened, my arm started to shudder and clatter and my claws raked against my skirt, and the pointed tip jabbed against my flesh. I yelped and yanked my paw away to the side.
	“This is just not fair,” I wailed, lying back against the pillow again.
	Pillow.
	Now there’s an idea…
	No. Just...no. No way.
	Wait! Why didn’t I think of it before? I sprang from the bed and ran to the kitchen. My metal fingers clattered against the chromed cupboard handles as I searched. Where was it where...aha! No, that was a dishcloth. Shit.
	“Where the hell is the oven mitt?!” I cried, headbutting the fridge. I could feel my cock throbbing against my thigh. My panties weren’t much good in containing it now. They had bunched up to one side and the naked tip of my cock was stroking against the fabric of my skirt. I looked down at the very visible dark spot in the navy blue fabric.
	“Great.”
	The pillow beckoned from the bedroom.
	“I need a...thing. A toy.” I fiddled at the button on my skirt, trying to get it loose. No good. My claws kept slipping off it. Maybe I could just tear it off. But...this was not a cheap skirt. “One of those tube things. I should…” I shivered, imagining ordering off one of those websites. I supposed I could. Not that it’d help me right now!
	I tugged the pillow towards the centre of the bed and stared at it as I toed myself out of my heels.
	“Don’t you dare tell anyone of this,” I said, giving the pillow a warning glare. For that matter...I reached over and turned my childhood teddy bear to face the wall. I climbed up onto the bed on all fours, standing over the pillow. I clenched my eyes shut.
	“Oh god, what must I look like.” I bit my lip and felt my cock twitch.
	You know exactly what you look like, you little slut! Heh. Prim and proper successful office careerwoman...on all fours like a begging doggy waiting to be fucked. Except what you’re really going to be doing is humping a pillow like a bitch in heat!
	I whined and eased myself down, my feet lifting up off the bed. I settled onto my elbows and felt the joints creak in protest. I squeezed my knees together and pressed the pillow into place between them. Then, gently, I rocked forwards and felt the soft caress of pressure against my straining cock.
	“Ah!”
	Oh yes, feels good! Work it bitch! Haha! Hump that pillow like the mutt you are!
	I’m a f-fucking otter!
	Oooh now. You’re a bitch right now. Horny little bitch in heat. Wruff for me, bitch. Ruff! Ruff!
	I imagined an audience; Nicky and Liam and Fiona and, hell, even Luke...all rolled into one and standing over me, watching me, smirking at my pathetic show of helpless lust. I couldn’t take it, their eyes on me, the shame burning. I squeezed the pillow harder and started to rock my hips.
	“F-fuck...mmph!”
	I pressed my face into the bed and felt the drool leave my lips, felt the heat of sweat prickle under my fur. My hips rocked and the bed creaked, and the softness of the pillow teased my aching erection. Faster! Had to go faster! Harder!
	Do it…
	Do what?
	You know what…
	Mmmh! No!
	Yes...right now. Do it. Click click. Do it!
	I turned my head to the side and pressed my cheek against the bed. I imagined his paws around my neck...Nicky’s I guess. Squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, or threaten. But to put my in my place. Little bitch. Hump that pillow while I fuck your rear.
	“Y-yes,” I gasped.
	Do it!
	F-fine.
	I rolled my shoulders in a particular way and held them in a particular position, waiting while the catches depressed and...click, click...my prosthetic arms fell away from my shoulders, collapsing limp and useless onto the bed either side of me. The six inch stumps that remained pushed against the bed, while my whole body slid forwards, until my knees no-longer held me up. I lay prone on my front, hips jutting up atop the pillow, breasts pressed uncomfortably against the bedding, bra digging into my flesh, body wriggling and convulsing like a worm. I panted and imagined the camera flashes, recording my mindless rutting.
	Such a helpless little bitch aren’t you. That’s it...hump that pillow. Almost there. Time to make a big-
	My phone rang in my jacket pocket. I yelped and stopped moving. Then I felt silly. I eased my hips back up again, dragging the skirt-draped tip of my cock against the compacted stuffing of my pillow.
	Shit...what if it’s work calling? Or an emergency?
	Instinctively, I tried to reach for it, uselessly waving a stump in empty air.
	“Genius. Well done…”
	I rolled and wiggled, bumping a knee up towards my body. I shook myself and felt the phone topple out of my pocket.
	It was Nicky. Cheerful grin staring out at me on the ID picture. I bit my lip. Nicky who I’d been imagining fucking me. Without thinking, I rocked my hips a little more. I felt flush, and a little bit adventurous...because I leaned over and, with my tongue, answered it on speakerphone.
	“Hey Nicky,” I said, trying not to sound out of breath.
	“Jael, hey, you okay?
	“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
	I clenched my eyes shut. Rock, rock, rock. My drooling cock ground against the pillow. I arched my back and pressed my rear up into the air. Fuck me Nicky. Dig those little fingers of yours into my butt cheeks and fuck that big rodent cock of yours into my rear. Fuck me like the needy little bitch I am.
	“Well, you left early and didn’t say anything. I thought you...hey, what’s that noise?”
	“What noise?”
	“That squeaking noise.”
	I froze. Shit.
	“Sounded like a bed. It...wait, no way. Are you in the middle of…”
	He trailed off. Awkward silence reigned.
	“Are you having sex right now?”
	“No! Nicky!”
	He snorted a laugh down the phone. “No way, you totally are! Good for you girl!”
	“Nicky! I’m not having sex right now!”
	“Oh yeah? What was that noise then?”
	“Probably just the TV!”
	“No way...that wasn’t the TV. You gonna argue with a mouse’s ears?”
	“Shut up Nicky!”
	“You were doing something else, weren’t you? All by yourself. You were-”
	“Nicky, I swear, if you finish that sentence…”
	“Were you thinking about me?”
	“Nicky…”
	“Yeah, I bet you were. Thinking about me while you...you know. Like a horny little bitch…”
	I gasped. And awkward silence gripped once again.
	“Wh-what did you say?”
	“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. It just slipped out. I was just kidding.”
	He sounded so scared. I fought to recover my composure. Bitch...horny little bitch. Those words left his mouth. About me. For real. I trembled and pressed my cock down against the pillow.
	“Say that again.”
	“I’m sorry Jael, I didn’t mean-”
	“Say it again!”
	“H-horny little bitch…”
	I could hear it now, the noise he heard. Squeak squeak squeak. The springs beneath my squeaking as I bounced on the bed, pounding my cock against the pillow.
	“S-say it again,” I gasped. The longest pause followed, and I knew the breathless tone of my voice had carried down the line. Combined with the squeaking...well, I knew Nicky wasn’t a fool. The heat of delicious humiliation burned in me as I knew what I was telling him, and as his reply came, full of swelling confidence and sheer smirk-laced cockiness, I knew the message had reached him loud and clear.
	“You’re a horny little bitch, aren’t you?”
	“Y-yeah…” I bounced against the pillow, feeling the precum drenching my skirt, slick against my rubbing shaft.
	“You a horny bitch for me, Jael?”
	“Yeah...I am.”
	You’re really gonna admit this? For real?! To him? This was just a fantasy kiddo. This is gonna have repercussions. You’re gonna have to face him tomor-
	“Y-you wanna fuck me, Nicky?”
	“Hell yeah. You serious?”
	“Yeah...make me your bitch, Nicky.”
	This is so not a good idea…
	But fuck it’s horny…
	“Oh I’ll do it Jael. You better not be messing me around. You gonna make good on this?”
	“Y-yeah.”
	“When?”
	“Whenever you want it.”
	“Oh man!”
	I felt my cock surge. So close. I knew I was going to regret all of this…
	You so are…
	But it felt so fucking good. I was going to melt from the heat of the shame. Nicky was going to look at me tomorrow and he’s going to have such a shit-eating grin. And I’m going to look at his crotch and he’s going to be thinking of it...and oh god I’m going to do it. I’m going to end up at his place and we’re going to fuck, and things will never be the same at work again.
	Well...on some level you’ve always wanted it this way.
	“Nicky…”
	“Yeah girl? God you sound hot right now. You getting close?”
	“Nicky...you gotta know.”
	“Know what?”
	I felt my hips shake, and I was losing control of myself. I muffled a cry into the bedding, and of course he heard it. I felt like such a little girl, trembling on the edge of orgasm.
	“Y-you seen that movie? The girl meets the guy, and she takes him home...and when she takes her clothes off, she’s not a girl at all? And the guy, he…”
	“Yeah, I know the movie? So what...oh. Oh!”
	My cock felt like it was going to burst. So close. I waited for the shame...I waited for his disgust. I felt so bad getting off on this. I would hate myself later. But for now, his mockery, his laughter...would make me feel like a perverted streak of lowly shame…
	“Nicky…”
	“Well it was about time you came out of that closet!”
	“W-what?!”
	“Girl, I saw you at Silver Boys ages ago! I saw everything. I saw your cock girl!”
	I let out the quietest little strangled squeak.
	“I just figured you wanted to keep it private. It’s your own business, you know. So...you’re making it my business now?”
	My head span, and not just from the rush of orgasm that came spilling over and turned my body into a spasming mess of crushing pleasure. I moaned into the drool-soaked bedding as my cock pumped streams of rich, steaming cum into my skirt. My whole body felt sweaty and broken, my work clothes clammy and clinging to me. Fuck that felt good.
	“You still with me Jael?”
	“Y-yeah.”
	“That sounded good.”
	“It...it was.”
	“I should let you get cleaned up.”
	“Yeah. Nicky, I...you’re not gonna tell-”
	“Jael. Please. What kind of a guy would I be? I’ll keep your secret.”
	“Thanks Nicky.”
	“S’long as I get to see it.”
	I groaned softly, but couldn’t stop myself smiling.
	“You’ll do more than see it, Nicky.”
“Squeak! I hope so!”
A pause. But not awkward this time. I used it to catch my breath.
“I’ve always wanted to get my dick sucked in the break room.”
	“Nicky!”
	“Bet you have too.”
	“Shush!”
	“Or maybe just at my desk. You can work late tomorrow. Do overtime with me. How about it?”
	My cheeks burned. And they hurt from the smile that wouldn’t leave my face. “I’m hanging up now Nicky!”
	“Haha! See you tomor-”
	I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes. I felt the wet patch of cum spreading across the front of my skirt. It was ruined. But no matter. I had all night to get cleaned up and get it washed and just relax. And then tomorrow, I could deal with Nicky. See what kind of new horizons were opening up there.
	This is going to be fun.
	I suppose.
	Bet he tastes nice.
	Mmmph!
Across the room, my landline chimed. I let it go to voicemail. I felt myself drifting off.
“Jael, it’s Luke. Yeah, you said you weren’t doing much tonight, and hopefully your private matter is all taken care of. Sorry to have to do this, but...the Carlisle Group declined the contract. I’m going to need you to come back into the office right away…”
I was suddenly bolt upright, eyes wide. Shit!