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Being a human felt like less of a handicap now than it had several months ago, and while she was willing to cut this new human employee a generous amount of slack, it wasn’t an excuse to not do the job well. She watched as the new girl wrinkled her nose in response to the question.
“Yeah, sort of. That lady’s voice was so annoying though. I don’t understand why it was so long.”
Violet smiled woodenly, watching as the trainee gathered up the final chart of the day, bearing its purple sticker. “Well, I’ll be honest, you need to watch them again. Your technique is lazy, and you’re not paying attention to their charts. The notes are there for our benefit, you know. Get them in, get them out, and on with their day, so we can fit in more clients. You can’t rely so much on the unit to do the work, and besides, a lot of the clients don’t like for us to use them much.” It was good advice, she told herself; maybe a little harsh, but necessary if the girl wanted to last. Unfortunately, her words were not received as well as she’d hoped.
The girl scoffed, wrinkling her nose. “Why does it matter? I thought as long as they come its fine.”
“If that were true, why would they need us? If we’re just going to slip the nozzle on two minutes after getting the clients in the chair, they could do away with our position entirely. We had to pass off two charts today—and that’s fine, you’re still in training, I guess. But it’s not going to be fine in two weeks. You need to check yourself against the lists, and I strongly advise watching the training videos again . . . and I’m going to take the last chart. We’re already running behind.”
The only sound in the echoing hallway as they moved to the last collection room was the swish of her scrubs, the new girl trailing sullenly behind. Violet entered the room first, giving him a smile that she was grateful the other woman did not see.
“We have a trainee joining us today,” she announced cheerfully, hoping her chipper, fake tone conveyed how she felt about the company. His head cocked curiously, his chocolate brown eyes tracking the young woman who slumped petulantly against the wall. “Why don’t you get us set up,” she instructed as Rourke stepped out of his pants. Violet listened to the sound of his heavy tread crossing to the breeding bench, the creak of the frame competing with the sound of the chrome tank being pulled from the rack and hooked into place.
“Well, I’m doing it. I have an appointment for this weekend. I’m taking the plunge.”
“You’re finally going to cut that scruffy hair?” she guessed, laughing when he made a noise of outrage, his broad nose wrinkling around the gold ring. His horns sliced through the air as he shook his head in annoyance and she laughed.
“What? No! I’m getting the ring removed.”
She wasn’t sure how the contents of her chest managed to melt so completely, leaving behind that gooey marshmallow heat. “Congratulations,” she murmured, feeling the trainee’s eyes on her back. “That’s a big step.”
“It is,” he agreed. “But it’s overdue. And now there’s an incentive to be free and clear. Symbolically back on the meat market.” His rich voice enunciated each word clearly as if he were giving a PowerPoint presentation, selling the benefits of his ring removal, the reverberation of which she felt down to her core as he straddled the stocks, leaning over to peer down at her. She wondered if he could see the way her skin had flushed, if he was able to divine the reason.
“I thought maybe someone new was requesting me when I saw the sticker this morning,” she added after a moment, as the other girl went through the motions of the setup checklist. Violet held her breath listening for his reaction.Piquing his jealousy is a good way to remind your Capricorn lover to treasure his mate.“A Tuesday notch on my dance card.” A bullish snort was her only answer, his hooves scraping peevishly against the turf. “I’m glad it’s not,” she quickly added, keeping the second half of the website’s advice in mind. “Although I don’t know how I got lucky enough to see you twice in just a few days. ”
A mollified grunt and then he was leaning forward, settling his weight against the bench and filling the hole. She had thought about his cock all afternoon, watching the inefficient way the new girl manhandled client after client. He was thick with arousal, the veins snaking around his girth seeming especially prominent. Every minotaur who visited the farm had the same anatomy—vaguely human-like in shape, with thick mid-shaft swells and bulbous heads, but his . . . she would be able to pick his particular endowment out of a lineup with ease.
“You mentioned wanting to go exploring on weekends, I assumed that meant you’re off then. I took a gamble that you’d be here.”
“Does this mean you won’t be coming later in the week?”
His voice dropped, deeper in pitch and lower in volume, stern and pointed, meant only for her ears. “Oh, I’ll be here. I’ve been needing to masturbate more often lately. This weekend the urge was especially . . .demanding. I thought coming in for a good draining might help take the edge off until Friday.”
Her hands were trembling when she raised her oiled gloves to cup his sac, full and heavy and hot with need.Coffee and an argument with you on Friday and then frantically beating off all weekend. Poor baby . . .The thought of him taking his huge cock in hand, pumping it as he thought of her, wasting his valuable release because he was overcome with horniness—it was a terrible fucking day to have a shadow following her every move. She wondered how he pleasured himself, if he used a firm, overhand stroke or a softer touch, mimicking the inefficient grip of her small hands, drawing out the process and edging himself until he came with a messy eruption. Dragging her nails lightly down his plump testicles, she bounced them against her palms, grinning when he growled.
“They definitely feel very full. We’ll have to make sure we give you a good, deep milking today, help tide you over until Friday.”
“And then the ring comes out Saturday.”
This was their foreplay, she thought, her stomach swooping over the implication of his words. “And then you’re back on the meat market Saturday.”Free and clear. She took a deep breath, glad for the mask that hid her smile, hoping the new girl wouldn’t notice the affection with which she gripped his cock, and slowly began to stroke.
