Meet Me in the Conference Room 2

Read the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-room-28033736 

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 Whitney had always considered herself one of the more popular escorts of her business. Despite that, she could remember all the names of her regular customers and prided herself on knowing their particular kinks and mannerisms. But this one hermaphrodite gave her an experience that she had never had before. Which was saying quite a bit.   
 
  The mouse woman stood outside the same building she had first come across about a week ago. An encounter that she had thought would be like any other, except it had managed to turn a switch in her body like none other. She was getting hot and horny just remembering getting fucked so casually in front of so many other people, like she was just a toy to be used.   
 
  She bit her lip and stifled a sound of excitement that threatened to boil out from her mouth. She was going to be seeing Taylor again, and she was more than thrilled about that prospect. She trotted into the main lobby in a casual manner and stepped up to the receptionist desk with a smile.   
 
  “Hello, I'm here to see Taylor Johnson,” Whitney said confidently.   
 
  The receptionist beamed and nodded. “Ah yes, Miss Johnson is waiting for you in her office. Do you remember the conference room you had gone to the first time you were here?” she asked. The mouse nodded. “Miss Johnson's office is right beside it, you can't miss it.”   
 
  “Thank you,” the escort said and walked quickly for the elevator. Despite her having only been there once, she was already confident with the lobby layout. Few others that she passed by took any notice of her and she felt the same thrill as before in that conference room. She was like a ghost. A fuckable ghost.   
 
  Whitney trotted to the elevator at the back of the lobby and jabbed the up arrow. The floor counter lit up and began to decrease as the lift came down to the first level. It was as she was waiting that she realized that she wasn't quite alone. A rather cute calico cat was standing beside her. He seemed to have come out of nowhere, she certainly didn't see him when she had come there.
 
  She looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was dressed in a pristine, dark-gray suit. There wasn't a single wrinkle on the entire ensemble and every article hugged his lithe frame perfectly. In his left paw was a briefcase and his right paw was fidgeting at his dark red tie. In fact he seemed to be very nervous.   
 
  What was his deal? Whitney asked herself and then it suddenly dawned on her that he must have been there for an interview. She smiled to herself and leaned towards him as her face fully turned in his direction. The feline felt her boring eyes and he turned to her as well.   
 
  “You look great,” she said enthusiastically.   
 
  “Thanks,” the calico sighed in relief and finally dropped his paw back to his side. “Are you here for an interview as well?” he asked after eyeing her up and down, noticing her tight fitting T-shirt and black skirt that ended at the middle of her thigh. In contrast, she was dressed very casually, if not a bit revealing.   
 
  “Not exactly,” she giggled. The elevator dinged and opened, allowing the two to step in together. “What floor are you going to?” she asked and leveled her finger to the keypad.   
 
  “Uh, twelve,” he said roboticly.   
 
  “Nice coincidence,” she said and jabbed the glowing twelve key. The door closed and the cart began to ascend.   
 
  “So do you work here?” he continued.   
 
  “Not exactly,” she said again and shrugged while stepping back until her butt pressed against the inner railing. She could see that he was still nervous and was still seeking some sort of information that might make the experience a bit less so unsure. A shame, she thought to herself. Had they both had the time she would have given him a courtesy blowjob to calm his nerves. “I'm actually here to see Miss Johnson about something.”   
 
  “Yeah? I heard she was a real ball buster. Is that true?” he asked with a half smile.   
 
  Something like that, she thought to herself and giggled. “I honestly couldn't say. But I'm sure you'll do great. Just stay confidant, right?” she replied warmly.   
 
  “Right,” he agreed with a nod. The elevator slowed as they came to their floor. It dinged and opened to reveal the familiar outlay that she remembered from her last visit. The two of them trotted out and walked side by side for the conference room and then the open office door that was nearby. It was the only one in the line of rooms that was open and had a light on. Not to mention that the plaque on the wall near it had “Taylor Johnson” embroidered on its surface.   
 
  Oh! He's being interviewed by Taylor, the mouse suddenly understood. Did that mean he was going to get to watch her get fucked? That thought alone made her grow even hotter. Her cheeks were flushing and she felt her pussy get exponentially more wet. Maybe he would join in. That thought almost made her groan with need.   
 
  The fact that they were both going towards the same room wasn't lost on the Calico, though he seemed very confused about the entire situation. Everything would be revealed with time, Whitney thought to herself and nodded.   
 
  The closer the two of them came to the mare herm's office the more visible they became to the person inside. Sitting at a large L shaped desk was Taylor, dressed in the same red shirt, black skirt, and transparent stockings that the mouse had seen her in when they had first met. The equine glanced up from her computer screen that she had been typing at and caught sight of the mouse and cat. She got up from her office chair and stepped around her desk to meet the two at the door.   
 
  “Good to see you both are on time,” Taylor mentioned flatly and crossed her arms over her chest. She overlooked Whitney to address the male by her side. “You are Brandon, right?”   
 
  “That's right. It's nice to meet you,” the feline said with an inviting smile and held his paw out to her for her to take. Instead, she glanced down at it and then looked back into his eyes.   
 
  “Right. Before our interview you'll need to take a competency test.” Taylor pointed off down the hall past many of the other closed doors to a room at the far end that seemed to be the only one other than her own that was open. “Down there. When you're done, come back here and we can start things properly.   
 
  Brandon seemed to be afraid for his life. His arm stiffly dropped back to his side while holding the same inviting cup shape. He turned stiffly where the mare had pointed and he began walking down the hall without another word. The two watched him go and it was only when he was half way down the hall that Taylor finally addressed the escort.   
 
  “Glad to see you again, miss Lorhall.”   
 
  “Glad to see you as well,” the mouse replied with a smile and looked into the other's eyes. The mare's steely expression broke for a moment and she allowed a smile to creep at the corners of her mouth. Before it progressed too far though, she turned around and walked back into her office. She made a gesture for the mouse to follow.   
 
  Whitney meandered in and glanced around at the inside of the office. It was a nice, well kept surface with plaques on the walls and various pictures in frames. A couple motivational posters were among the ensemble that made the mouse smile.   
 
  “Close the door, please,” Taylor said quickly before Whitney got too far in. She froze and turned to do just that. The door clattered shut solidly to leave the two locked away in their own little realm. The tension was strong between them, both knowing what the mouse was there for and they were equally eager to get things started in that way.   
 
  “Think he'll be okay?” Whitney asked, breaking the silence that had developed. She approached her client with an innocent smile.
 
  “Probably, but if he can't handle me then he won't be able to handle the job. And speaking of jobs...” Taylor reached down to her skirt and lifted it up like she had the first time the two had met. She brought the clothing up far enough to reveal a pair of black panties that were significantly bulged at the front. She hooked her thumbs into the hem and pushed them down her legs. Her soft, equine cock unfurled once given the freedom to and it was a delicious sight to the mouse. The mare bent all the way down to fish her underwear from under both of her feet and she set the article on her desk.   
 
  Once she came back up, her skirt still hadn't been pushed back down, so her member was still visibly dangling between her thighs. Nothing more needed to be said to the mouse, she knew exactly what the other wanted and she was eager to start.   
 
  Whitney stepped closer and dropped down to her knees. The mare moved her legs farther apart and pushed her hips out towards the escort. With her hands reaching back to brace against her desk, Taylor waited for the mouse to begin.   
 
  Whitney moved her face closer and nuzzled against the flaccid length of meat. Her blush returned as she continued to bump her nose against it and even kiss it in a few places. She fawned over it more by licking along its surface and taking it between both of her paws. She angled the tip up to her mouth and pushed it inside. While she suckled at it and swirled her tongue around the crown, her paws gripped the rest of her shaft and began to  pump.   
 
  The mare proved to be as stoic as ever for the treatment. She barely gave a nicker as the pleasure began to move through her cock. The expertise of the mouse was shown as she pushed more and more dick into her mouth. Blood pumped into the horse cock and it gradually swelled in Whitney's grasp. Its firmness filled out and within a minute of her first coming into contact with it, the cock had become fully erect.   
 
  The mouse swayed her whole form to bob on the thick pole of meat. She would delve her mouth deep, snaking Taylor's member down her throat so far that she would let go with her paws so she could fully enjoy Taylor's impressive size. It was during these times that the mouse would occupy herself with playing with her client's heavy balls. The velvety sack was firm in her palms and she remembered back to when her ass was pumped full of cum. Those big orbs felt full and begging to be released.   
 
  Taylor let out her first real moan that day when the mouse was able to go all the way in. Whitney's throat was filled to capacity and her lips were kissing the herm's pelvis. Given the opportunity, the escort flexed her throat and stroked Taylor's dick that way while she stuck out her tongue and did her best to lick the mare's balls. She was somewhat successful but she wasn't able to perform the action for very long.   
 
  Her lungs were beginning to burn as she hadn't taken a breath for a full minute, a feat that she was quite proud about. When she did pull back, she felt relief immediately as the pressure on her esophagus was somewhat uncomfortable. She popped the cock tip from her mouth with a loud smack and she resumed her jerking motion with both paws. Whitney's saliva covered the surface in a thick, glistening coat that allowed her to twist her paws while she pumped them both in unison.   
 
  Precum beaded at the tip and leaked down the side. The mouse was quick to lick it up and stuff the tip back in her mouth. She suckled hard at it and bobbed her head again but not nearly in the same exaggerated way as before. Taylor gave a lower, more drawn out groan of pleasure as the motion persisted for several more minutes. The hermaphrodite would often push her hips up to try and push her shaft down the mouse's throat again, but the escort would always back off just a little bit.   
 
  Whitney could tell that the mare was getting more into the action and that she didn't want to cum down the escort's throat. Now, if she remembered anything from their past experience, the mouse knew that the equine had planned this meeting out extensively. And indeed it was true.   
 
  As the moaning from the horse became more prevalent, so too did her enthusiasm for the escort. Taylor was bucking her hips harder and the added action was making the slurping and smacking sound of her oral action that much louder. A hand had come down between the mouse's ears to hold her steady while the equine would pump into Whitney's mouth. The mouse found herself to be in quite the blissful state. Her eyes were partially open and barely focused. The taste of Taylor's shaft had filled her senses and she had reverted to being a toy for the herm to fuck.   
 
  The motion was gaining quite a bit of momentum and strength when there came a sudden knock at the office door. Taylor stopped her thrusting and pulled her dick from the mouse's mouth with one last grunt. “Ugh, one moment, please,” she called out in response. Whitney was still on her knees and panting with an open mouth and a dazed expression on her face. It wasn't until the mare leaned down and lifted the mouse to her feet that she seemed to realize what was happening.   
 
  Still as casual as ever, Taylor guided the escort back behind her desk where her chair was. Once there, the mare turned the mouse to face towards the front door and forcefully bent her forward. Whitney huffed as her belly became flush to the desk surface and her backside was pushed out. She reached forward and gripped the edge of the desk while she felt the mare messing around with her skirt.
    Whitney didn't wear any panties as a simple part of her profession, so there was hardly an obstacle to reveal the mouse's bare ass and pussy. Her thighs were forcefully pushed apart in a staggered formation and her tail was yanked to be up above her lower back. Taylor set her thick dick tip against the mouse's asshole and began to apply pressure. As the head forced Whitney's pucker open, Taylor called out, “Okay, you can come in.”   
 
  The door eked open slowly and the calico peered inside. At the same time, the thick horse cock pushed inside of the escort's ass and the mouse let out a euphoric cry and strained back as she became filled out. Brandon acted like he didn't hear anything or see anything out of the ordinary. He simply pushed the door open and strode in.   
 
  “Close the door, please,” Taylor barked sternly. The calico nodded quickly and pushed the door closed before turning back and hurrying to the front of equine's desk. “So. Mr. Young,” Taylor began again and cleared her voice. “Please take a seat.”
 
  Brandon did as he was told and sank into the lone, wooden chair. He gripped his briefcase close to his lap and looked up at the intimidating hermaphrodite. Taylor had grabbed a piece of paper from her desk, one of a few that Whitney had managed to not cover as she was bent over. As the equine began to read from what was in front of her she began to pump her hips back and forth.   
 
  The feeling was intense and it caused the mouse woman to grunt. The momentary pain that Whitney felt was quick to be fade into bliss. Her insides gripped the thick horse shaft and she pushed back as the length bottomed out. The herm's stroking hips worked slowly at first but began to get faster and harder.   
 
  “Let's start by telling me a bit about yourself,” Taylor continued and held the paper between both of her hands.   
 
  “I, uh, well I started my education at Amherst for two years to get my Associates degree and then I transferred to Green Bay for my Masters degree in Chemical Engineering. I, uh, like to write and play board games with my friends when I get the chance. I'm a pretty big movie enthusiast, horror is my favorite genre I'd have to say.” All while Brandon continued to talk, Taylor pumped her hips at a steady rate.   
 
  Whitney was reminded of the first time that she had been fucked by the herm in that conference room. How everyone overlooked her despite her being fucked in full view of all of those older men. It was the same as right then. The calico who had been talking with her just a few minutes ago was now staring intently at the horse without so much as glancing at her.   
 
  Whitney could feel precum spilling inside of her and making the whole motion easier. Brandon continued to talk about himself for a while longer and Taylor nodded along to what he was saying. The moans drifted more freely from the mouse's lips as the pounding grew more intense. She tried to clench back on the throbbing shaft and the horse gave a brief nicker under her breath. The desk made a light clatter as she would continue to thrust so quickly.   
 
  The escort wasn't concentrating on much, but her attention was snapped back to the moment when she heard the hermaphrodite talk. “So what brought you to this company?”
 
  “My father and older brother had worked here when I was growing up. Jeff and Kyle Young? My father was transferred to another branch and my brother left for a different business opportunity, but they each started out in this building. On top of wanting to keep following in their footsteps, I've found the work regarding your bio-chemistry department to be the most inspiring towards my own passions.   
 
  When I was younger I had inspired to be a pathologist but I changed my focus when I came across an article in one of my favorite science journals. It was regarding the breakthrough in a Pancreatic cancer drug, it made me want to be a part of history and a noble cause.” Brandon watched the hermaphrodite as he spoke, never wavering his gaze or shifting his position. Completely still save for his mouth and the occasional blink of his eyes.   
 
  To his credit, he continued to never look down at Whitney even as she began to get louder. As the pleasure began to spread more thoroughly through her body the conversation held between the two no longer registered for the mouse. She turned her eyes away from the cat and rested her cheek against the desk. It was during this time that she felt Taylor's hand grip her side and her stance changed up.   
 
  A more subtle grinding action was had by the mare as she would take the extra effort to draw her hips back almost all the way before driving every inch back in. While bottomed out she would shift her hips from side to side and make the escort moan out with bliss.   
 
  Whitney's pussy was dripping down the inside of her thighs as she felt the first sign of an approaching climax as she continued to be fucked so casually. It was like fire that blossomed between her legs and it mixed with the substantial pleasure that was there. She felt her eyes rolling up in the back of her head and she could no longer think properly.
 
  While the intense sensations built, Taylor seemed to catch onto the oncoming rush from the mouse. As she spoke, her voice would hitch with pleasure and she would let out a loud huff or nicker. All the sounds seemed to go on entirely unnoticed by Brandon, despite the loud smacking of their hips and the wet clapping as the herm's balls would hit Taylor's soaked cunt.   
 
  Despite the escort wanting to stay quiet during her orgasm, there was no way she could hold herself back. Her body shuddered hard and every muscle seized up at once. Her tailhole gripped Taylor's shaft and made for the tightest grip she had gotten so far in that session. Her femme cum gushed from her pussy and soaked the herm's swinging sack and she screamed out pitifully as the ecstasy that she felt reached higher levels.   
 
  Whitney's body continued to convulse as she experienced aftershocks of pleasure that went up through her body like the crashing waves of a beach. Every time she would jump and grind back on the still pistoning cock. She didn't quite realize, but all the extra hip wiggling and sounds had the equine on edge as well. While the mouse had lost track of time, a good thirty minutes had passed of the calico getting pelted by quick questions by Taylor.   
 
  It was nearing the end of the interview and Taylor had set down the resume that she had been holding onto for the majority of the time they were there. “Do you have any final questions for me before we wrap things up here?” Taylor asked as she paused her pumping to let her cock rest balls deep within the escort.   
 
  “Not at the moment, no,” Brandon replied pleasantly. Taylor nodded her head and cleared her throat.   
 
  “We'll keep in touch with you then. Expect to hear back from us within a week. If you don't, then feel free to call into my office regarding our decision,” she explained.   
 
  “Thank you very much,” he sighed happily and smiled widely as he stood up and offered his paw to the stoic herm once again. She gripped his palm and the two shook before he turned towards the door and exited the room. When the door finally clicked shut, Taylor reached down and took the mouse by the shoulders. She lifted her guest effortlessly so that Whitney was against her chest.   
 
  “You're still too noisy,” Taylor whispered into the mouse's ear and then began to drive her hips in nice and hard once again.   
 
  “S-sorry!” Whitney moaned out and closed her eyes. Her breasts were groped through her shirt and she did her best to remain the tight hole that she was ordered to be. Not long after the cat had left that the horse was feeling the return bliss of her own fast approaching climax. The throbbing cock flexed hard as the sway of Taylor's hips had reached its fastest speed yet.   
 
  A loud winnie erupted from the herm's mouth at the same time that a surge of hot cum blasted Whitney's insides. Her ass became flooded and she groaned from how much was filling her up. A feeble moan spilled from the mouse's gaped mouth as she felt the thick torrent of Taylor's thick jizz pump as far as it could. Her belly sloshed with fluid and slightly bulged from where the horse had bottomed out.   
 
  Taylor's heavy breathing was right next to the mouse's ear, and as time went on she slowly regained her composure. The thick equine shaft pulled free of the escort's ass and her loosened asshole clenched to keep the large volume of jizz tucked away within her. It was a losing battle though, and soon cum began to leak down the inside of her thighs. It was a trickle at first and then a torrent. Soon Whitney was relieving the entire volume that had been deposited.   
 
  Despite the growing pool of semen that was developing behind Taylor's desk, the herm wasn't upset. Quite the opposite, in fact. The flow from the mouse's gaped hole was an appealing sight for Taylor and she watched the whole show with a smile.   
 
  “Sorry about that,” Whitney said softly and looked over her shoulder at the horse. The herm chuckled and shook her head.   
 
  “Don't worry about it. This sort of thing happens all the time.” Taylor reached down to one of the lower drawers of a cabinet behind her desk and pulled it open. From within she withdrew a closed envelope and held it out to the escort. Whitney gingerly pulled down her skirt and smoothed out her clothes before she took the payment and looked up to the horse.   
 
  “Once again, it was a pleasure doing business with you. I've been really enjoying these encounters, you can expect that I'll reach out to you again soon,” Taylor explained.   
 
  Whitney bit her lip and smiled fondly to her client. “I look forward to it.” With her business concluded, the mouse stepped out from behind the other's desk and made her way for the door. Before opening it and stepping out, she took one last glance at the herm and saw that she had already pushed down her own skirt and had gotten back to the same work she had been doing before the escort had even gotten there.   
 
  Whitney smiled and closed the door. She walked confidently out through the office and the various people that were around. Once again, none payed her any attention, despite her still leaking cum and trialing it behind her. Nothing to see here, just a well fucked ghost.