Employee of the month.

Janet awaited patiently for the waiter to mix her drink, leaning forward against the counter she looked at the antique styled chandelier. She did not feel this relaxed since before the crisis in the company. Yet now? With new investment of Oscar-Richmmond and bar after hours? Nothing could take her mind from the serenity she was longing for so desperately.

Taking a sip of her drink, the CEO closed her eyes while soft and smooth jazz vibrated into her ears. Her favorite part was about to come on tape… But she could swear it did not employ footsteps in the ambience. Looking at the doorway, she spotted someone. Pinning her ears under hat, a sudden realization came over her like percentage around her bloodstream.

“Camille?” The feline exclaimed calmly, and yet she was confused. Why was he still here at this hour? His shift should have been over four hours ago already.
Young cat turned his head aside, of course out of everyone he would meet her here.
“Oh… Hey boss.” Sighing out, hoping he would get home without knowing his duties for tomorrow.
“What are you doing here? Isn’t it late for you?” While her voice was full of concern, he did not believe it. If so, why would she push him around like that? Making him run across the whole building with boxes of pins when lift was broken. Even pushing pens off the table just to make him pick them up. Stress does that to people… And yet Janet felt a great dose of remorse for treating him like that.

“I had yet another overtime boss.” Followed by another sigh, she was the one which signed him onto it last week.
“Oh… Right.” Turning her eyes away in embarrassment. She really forgot to update the schedules. “Well… Would you like to have a drink together?” Was it a little blush on her head? It surely was caused by alcohol. But seeing no other way out of it, he humbly agreed.

Dropping on the leather seat like a bag of potatoes, Camille dropped his head on the counter. “Thanks.” Yet not knowing what else to say, they sat in awkward silence for a second, letting music cool them down.

Janet finally broke the ambience. “So… How is your sister? She had a birthday lately, no?” Young accountant opened his eyes and looked at her, expression of disgust… And she did not blame him for it. “I missed it, I was on full damage control for the past three weeks.”
“Yeah… I am really sorry about it.” Sounding like a kitten, it seems like she had vulnerable moments. Yet he was not one of those self proclaimed alphas to be acting like an asshole about it.
“It’s okay boss.” Shrugging it off. “I like this job.” Giving Janet a little reason to smile.
“I am really glad you do… This comes with benefits, you know?”
“Even more overtime?” Rolling his eyes.
“How about drinks on me tonight?” Shuffling herself a little closer to him. It was weak compensation for long hours and bullying, but it was a good start.
“When will this be over?” Camille asked and looked away, making Janet tilt her head.
“Wh-what?” Did he just try to insinuate…
“The working hours… I miss eight hour shifts. I would like to finally go out clubbing or something.” Him in the club? Maybe DnD nights, but then again? She would also go crazy if she was stuck in the office all day.
“Hmm… Looking for a partner I presume?” Forcing a blush onto his cheeks.
“Wh-what? No! I mean… Well, maybe… Feeling a little lonely lately.” A mischievous smirk greeted Janet's face, it was getting a little warm. She will not need those high heels anymore.

Yet before Janet could say a word, the waiter arrived again. Holding a notebook and pencil.
“What would you like, sir?” Answered with a Bartelian accent, considered posh in the area.
“Something numbing.” Camille sighed out. Waiter put it on the tab, yet not before filling a glass up with whisky and sliding it across the polished table. When he opened his eyes again, a sudden kiss from his boss almost made him jump. Yet for each ounce of his shock, Janet added another second of exchange of saliva and only let go, when Camille finally purred.

“Did that numb you enough?” She spoke as red blush washed down her face, and yet, Camille was red as tomato. And because vegetables do not speak, he did not answer.
“Sit in front of me, Camille.” Given an order, although it sounded more like a request.

And next thing he knew, he was sitting in front of her, with his trousers down and his cock fully erect. Did she just kiss him? He had the cat reflex of a chess player… But that was exactly what Janet wanted. With a smirk on her face and her feet on his pelvis, the mature cat tiled his head to look at her. “I told you. Being a good worker comes with benefits.” She said while pulling claws down his shaft, making it bounce, and making her giggle.

Camille was not sure how to react… How was he supposed to react? What was she even trying to do? And why was she smirking like this? Yet… the moment he felt something clench around the tip of his rod cleared any shades of doubt. He could feel pressure being pushed down to the base before being released back up. Did she really just…

“B-boss?” Camille asked. “Boss?” Yet he heard no answer, she did not care to answer him… again, but this time? He might know the reason why…

His blood started to pump faster, almost as if her feet turned him into a pump of his own. It has been a long day, she was in those heels for hours on end. They did not even have time to cool down.

“What? Do you want to ask for a holiday again?” Moving her feet up and down, feeling his cock swelling between her arches. Looking down on him, she was tempted to give him another kiss, but this could start spreading rumors.

His mind on other hand was dominated with a fear of repercussions fighting the immense pleasure… even if it's unexpected. After the next stroke, she flexed her toes, making the gap between her arches even smaller… and this caused electricity to go down his spine.
“M-mrr…” Ohh, someone was enjoying himself, and this exact reaction grew that smirk even bigger on Janet’s mug. And she hoped he enjoyed himself as much as she did. It might have been just alcohol, but suddenly she felt like dancing to Charlston.

And look at that, her dancing partner started to move his hips on his own.

How embarrassing it was for poor Camille… he did enjoy himself but was afraid to be seen. And the fact that he could not see the door only made him more nervous, he wanted to finish quickly as he had a feeling she would not let him go easily. And of course she wouldn’t. She kept him on overtime for so long, she might have kept him for a few hours longer.

Pushing his moving hips up and down, sight covered by her breasts… and immense pleasure from unexpected turn of events. And yet each time he was close to climax, she took her feet apart, annoying him further. Although little banter was good in the workplace.

“What if… we will be noticed?” Young accountant said as his blush could only be compared to the setting sun.
“This will be my concern, not yours.” Answered like she always did when he had any question… but with a different tone, much softer and caring; he could even get used to it.

It was hard to say how much time had passed, for him it felt like hours. Suddenly he did not want it to be over so soon. He did not get to fulfill his kinks too often… and his boss was not a bad looking piece of ass. Normally he would never have a gut to hit on her, luckily he didn’t have to.

Moving her feet up and down, switching with him thrusting between her soles. And yet… Waiter was not coming back, was this even happening for real? Or did he fall asleep on the counter as soon as he arrived? If so then the dream would quickly turn wet as after she pressed harder again. With a loud hiss, he flexed all of his muscles. For the paperpusher, he looked really well… Janet even blushed a little when she saw his abs.

And yet, he did not flex those muscles for no reason as right after, a string of white sperm shot out… At this angle, it had nowhere else to go other than his boss, covering her breasts and leaving white, hot scar on her surprised face.
“Oh shit…” And one more wave erupted… this one actually contaminated her drink. His face turned into a grimace… he was in so much trouble now.

Yet Janet’s shock was brief. Of course he was going to ejaculate, she wasn’t a virgin. Although it was a shame her cocktail received another flavor.
“I-I’m sorry boss!” Camille blurted out instantly, desperately saving his job. Janet looked down at him… And smirked, before downing the rest of the glass with one swig. Seeing this, the young accountant almost fainted.

But it was fine, he could use some sleep, she was just happy that her workers were content finally… And warm cum really felt nice between her toes, especially after long day.

Perhaps one more drink would not hurt anybody.