The Temp

By bravesirrobin.
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Five minutes late was not how Rachel wanted to start the day. The temp service for which she worked had called her last-minute, offering her a three-day opportunity at a small office across town if she could get there by 9:00 am sharp. A quick shower, a dusting of make-up, and she was out the door but still missed it by five minutes. She hoped the boss did not tell her to leave right off and call for another girl.

Rachel smoothed her simple dress with her hands and pushed open the door to the small office. Right inside was a receptionist desk and a handful of cubicle desks, two of which were occupied. A small open doorway led to a little kitchen area, and there were two actual offices in the back of the room, with windows that looked out on the office but with closed blinds.

An attractive, older woman got up from one of the cubicles and walked over.

“Hi. Are you Rachel? From the temp service?” She asked.

“Yes,” Rachel replied. “I’m sorry I’m late. They only called me forty-five minutes ago. I rushed right over. I’m usually on time….”

“It’s okay,” smiled the woman. “It was a last-minute request. I’m Nancy. I’m the office manager here.”

Rachel relaxed and shook Nancy’s hand. Nancy was wearing a charcoal-colored dress and looked like the firm-but-fair type. Rachel guessed she was about forty or so, to Rachel’s twenty-five, and Nancy was slightly taller but more slender. Rachel hoped her simple office dress met with Nancy’s approval. She needed this job. At least for the three days, any temp job could turn into a permanent position, and she was desperate for a full-time job.

“Let’s go introduce you to Mr. Sims. He owns the place,” Nancy suggested. “Then we’ll get you settled in.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nancy led her through the office, stopping to introduce her to the other person sitting at a cubicle, a man Rachel guessed to be in his thirties.

“This is Bobby,” Nancy said. “He’s our main sales rep. The other cubicles are mostly filled during off-hours and weekends. During the day, it is usually just us and Mr. Sims.”

“Hi, Rachel. Nice to meet you.”

Bobby had the casual-confident manner of a salesman. A proper salesman, not the snake-oil kind. Rachel returned the smile.

“Nice to meet you too,” she said.

Nancy proceeded back to the left-hand office and knocked, opening the door when Mr. Sims called her in. Mr. Sims looked like he was probably a little older than Nancy as he stood and came around the desk. One hand firmly gripped the collar of a beautiful speckled hunting dog. Rachel guessed it was a pointer or something similar. My, he was big! Mr. Sims held him back as the dog raised on his hind legs, tail wagging, to greet the visitors.

“Down, Scout! Settle down, boy,” Mr. Sims said to the energetic dog.

“Don,” said Nancy, “Rachel is from the service.”

“Nice to meet you, sir,” Rachel said and offered her hand.

Don held Scout back with his left hand and shook Rachel’s right.

“A little late, aren’t you?”

“Oh, stop it,” Nancy chastised. “You know you just called the service this morning. The poor girl rushed right over.”

Mr. Sims smiled.

“Yes, I know. I’m teasing the girl. Rachel, Nancy will get you started. You’ll be filing and prepping call sheets for our night staff. We don’t get many calls, but you’ll answer them and transfer them to Nancy, Bobby, or myself. After three days, if it seems like you’re a good fit, you may be offered the job permanently. If not, we’ll have the service send someone else. Any questions?”

“Oh, um, no, sir. I’ll do my best.” Rachel said.

“Good. Nance, get her started, will you? Thanks.”

And with that, he sat back down and looked back at the papers on his desk, scratching Scout’s head and dismissing the two women.

Nancy spent the next hour showing Rachel where everything was, describing what went into the call-sheet packets, how to find and print the appropriate forms on the computer, and the other usual office training. Rachel picked it up quickly, and soon Nancy was back at her desk while Rachel sat at reception, filling folders with printouts and running to the copier/printer for documents.

Bobby came by a couple of times to make small talk, and though Rachel expected him to make a pass, he was very friendly, and she found that she felt pretty comfortable with the folks in the office. Except maybe Mr. Sims. He only came out of his office once to speak to Nancy. He had asked about how Rachel was doing. She overheard that much. But he did not talk to her directly. Rachel was gratified when Nancy gave her a favorable report.

The next few hours passed quickly, with Rachel quickly finding a routine and getting quite comfortable in her role. But that was about to change. At one o’clock, Mr. Sims came through the front door, having taken Scout outside for a walk, and crooked his finger at Rachel.

“I need you in my office, Rachel. Come with me, please,” he said.

Rachel followed him to the back, and Nancy joined them as they went into Don’s office. He took the leash off Scout, who pounced on a thick rope toy and started shaking it enthusiastically.

“So, Rachel, here’s what I need from you. Nancy, Bobby, and I are going out to lunch. He’ll probably trash my office if I leave Scout alone in here, so I want you to stay with him. Don’t worry about the phones. They’re transferred to service during lunch.”

Rachel looked at Scout, who had stuck his head behind the office’s outside window blinds and was whining at passers-by.

“Uh, Mr. Sims, I don’t know–”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Sims cut her off. “Now listen up, he’s just a ball of energy today and acting like a nut, which is normal, but I have a client meeting this afternoon, and I need him settled. I can’t have him disrupting the meeting. So I want you to do whatever it takes, understand? Get him calmed. I’m counting on you. Whatever it takes! Got it? Good. Let’s go, Nancy,”

And with that, Don walked out, joining Bobby and heading for the door. Nancy held back a moment, smiling at Rachel.

*****

“Nancy! What am I supposed to do?” Rachel begged for some advice.

“Whatever it takes, dear,” Nancy said, impersonating Don and laughing.

“I’m being serious. I don’t know how to calm a dog. What am I going to do?”

“He’s just another male, Rachel,” Nancy said. She reached out and touched Rachel’s cheek. “I’m sure you know how to soothe the savage beast. You’ll think of something.”

And with that, Nancy stepped out of the office. “We’ll see you in an hour or so. Good luck!”

Nancy closed Don’s office door, leaving Rachel with Scout, who sniffed at the door, then forced aside the blinds facing the inside of the office. Then he turned to Rachel, tail wagging.

“Well, what am I going to do with you, Scout?” Rachel asked, rubbing his head.

He ran around the office at his name, found the heavy rope toy, grabbed it, and kept flipping the other end at Rachel until she grabbed it for a tug of war. One powerful pull, and Scout yanked the toy out of her hands. Rachel knelt on the carpet and retook the toy, ready for his strength, and let him pull. Scout tugged and growled and shook the toy until Rachel’s arms tired. She wrestled him to the floor and rubbed his belly, hoping that would calm him down, and while he loved it, every time she stopped, he bounced up and tried to play.

Rachel sat back on the floor, leaned against Mr. Sims’ blue couch, and laid her head back on the cushion. What was she going to do to calm this crazy dog down? She needed this job so bad, and it was a friendly, quiet office until this. But expecting her to deal with this energetic dog was just more than she knew how to deal with.

Suddenly, a cold, wet, smooth nose touched her between her spread legs. Rachel squealed and looked down. That crazy dog had belly crawled until his head was under the hem of her dress and was trying to sniff her crotch!

“No, Scout! What’s the matter with you?” She asked, trying to push him out from under her dress.

She tried to close her legs, but he was settled between them. She pushed on his head through her dress, but he seemed to consider this little contest more play and drove his nose forward more, pressing it against her panties. Rachel had to pull the dress up herself to get it over his head and try to pull him away by his collar. But tail wagging, he simply resisted her pull, and he began to kick her roughly through her panties. She knew her scent was soaked into them, certainly enough for a dog’s sensitive nose, which probably had him curious.

Realizing she simply didn’t have the leverage just to drag him away from her crotch, she quickly tried to think of something else. To her embarrassment, her pussy was beginning to react to Scout’s attention, and as the outside of her panties was getting good and wet from Scout’s tongue, she was contributing to the wetness on the inside herself. What was wrong with her!

Rachel decided to stand and pulled her feet toward her to get them under her. However, this brought her knees up and out, giving Scout slightly better access, and he made the most of it. Rachel’s panties had shifted just enough that Scout’s rough tongue could come into direct contact and ran the length of one of her labia. Tingling electricity ran through her, and she moaned softly.

She could have sprung up. She should have sprung up. But once Scout had a taste of her, his licking became forceful and frantic, and Rachel hesitated, just a moment, to explore that sensation again. And again. And again. What’s wrong with me, she thought. She should’ve stood and stopped this. But Scout is calmer now, or so it seems, and intent on exploring her. She should’ve stood. Instead, her hand slipped around her thigh to pinch her panties and pull them slightly to the side.

With that thin cotton barrier removed, Scout’s tongue instantly found that tasty wet spot between her lips. That beautiful tongue snaked its way between her swollen labia to explore her depths. Her wetness, scent, taste, and sex, opening for his rough tongue, willing him deeper inside her. His licking was frantic as if he was afraid she would suddenly deny him. She knew she should. Scout’s tongue was a wave of sensation, stimulating her lips, then the walls of her pussy, massaging her clitoris before plunging into her again. So fast. So fast.

Rachel found the determination to rise, wobbly legs raising her off the ground. Feeling his girl begin to deny him, Scout reacted, chasing Rachel’s pussy as she rose, rising himself to match her height and pushing her off-balance onto the couch. Her orgasm building, Rachel had no intention of stopping him now. Instead, she scooted her bottom to the edge of the couch cushion. She then raised her legs straight up, hooking her thumbs under the waist of her soaked panties and pulling them up and off her legs. Scout took advantage of this angle to stroke her from her asshole to her clitoris with rapid vigor, and Rachel just hugged her arms around her legs, pulling her knees to her chest and letting Scout continue to ravish her with his tongue.

She spread her legs wide, placing her heels on the edge of the couch as well, and reached her hands down to her vibrating pussy, humming with energy, and pulled her lips apart and back, pushing her engorged clitoris out to be flicked by Scout’s textured tongue, strumming her little button like an exposed nerve and making her shiver all over. Her orgasm was near, but the build-up seemed to have plateaued, even as an aching need formed deep inside her.

Rachel looked at Scout, past his face, down his flank, and to his furry sheath, swaying between his legs. A small tip of red protruded from him, and his hips moved slightly, his back half already starting to fuck even as the idea first struck her. At once, Rachel’s mind screamed, ‘NO’ even as her frustrated cunt moaned ‘Yes.’ A thousand times in her life, Rachel’s good sense had won out over any wanton pleading from her groin, but this time good sense was doomed. An animalistic need was in play. Primal lust. Want. I want it, she thought, and the very inappropriate naughtiness of the whole situation, being pleasured by a dog, hoping he would fuck her, in the workplace, on her very first day, almost pushed her over the edge to bliss. Almost.

Sitting up, Rachel stroked Scout’s head as he continued to lap at her pussy, though her movement caused him to fill with anticipation. She slid her hand down his soft flank, then grasped his cock. He sort of froze at the touch at first, but as she gently stroked him through his fur, he began panting, and he was excited. Rachel tried to think about how to move forward. She knew the basics of sex, of course. She was no novice there but little about animals. She knew other women did it. Had even seen a story or two about it online. But could she do it? She decided she could not. Her passion was high at the moment, she wanted to cum very badly, but she could not do that. She hoped the excitement so far would maybe calm Scout, but if not, she would just have to disappoint Mr. Sims.

She leaned over to where her panties had landed on the couch. Scout took that moment to bound onto the couch beside her, climbing on top of her, pinning her beneath him. She was still on her side, his front paws on the couch at her chest and back. And thrusting furiously at her, but only managing to poke her rump through her dress. Rachel pushed him back and managed to sit up, both hands straining against his powerful chest. Apparently, Scout thought this was part of the game, and he jumped to the floor, up to the couch again on her other side, and bowled her over onto the cushions again, trying again to hump her shapely bottom. He backed off enough to sniff her sex again, jumped back to the floor, paced back and forth, and pounced on the couch again as Rachel tried to sit up. Pinning her on her side again. Damn it! If anything, now he was more worked up than ever! Anxiety filled her as she tried to decide what to do. She didn’t know what to do.

Whatever it takes, dear, Nancy’s words floated back to her. You know how to soothe the savage beast.

At the thought of the savage beast wanting to savage her right now, her clit throbbed. She had seen the tip of it. Felt it in her hand. She knew others did it. Gave in to the primal lust she was feeling right now to be filled, fucked, used by this lovely creature. To satiate him and be satiated.

Rachel pivoted, tucking her knees beneath her and rising off the couch into doggy style. Her hands gripped the arm of the couch as Scout found himself now with his front legs on either side of her hips, and his back legs walked him forward, searching with his thrusting cock. But all it found was fabric because Rachel’s dress had fallen back into place when she had rolled over. Now that thin material created a barrier. His weight was on her, paws gripped her, and cock poked her, but the connection could not be made.

Rachel shook her head. Any illusion of simply being ‘taken’ by this dog is gone. If it’s going to happen, she wouldn’t have the luxury of being passive. She would have to act to make it so. Enable it with her own hands. Last chance, Rachel, she thought. She could roll off this couch and stand. This didn’t have to happen if she didn’t want it. Rachel reached back and pulled her dress up over her hips.

Like a bullet, Scout leaped at the opportunity. Feeling soft flesh instead of fabric, his cock sprayed small fluid jets on her pussy as he probed. A couple of off-center thrusts were all it took before he discovered her wet and ready opening. Rachel gasped as Scout drove his slender, feverishly warm probe past her engorged labia and into her vagina, pistoning in and out with alarming speed. She felt his testicles slapping against her clitoris as he fucked her like a machine.

Gripping the arm of the couch with her fists, Rachel pressed her face into the couch cushion and let out a stuttering moan, in rhythm with the pounding her pussy was taking from Scout. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his warm cock, gripping him inside her very core. His shaft filled her, the length of her, from her aching entrance to her cervix, and is expanding inside her. His thrusting, unlike a man’s, a man slides in and out. Somehow, Scout seemed only to be trying to move further in! His front paws gripped her hips, and his back legs scrambled for purchase, climbing her thighs as he fought to drive himself ever-deeper inside her. Rachel loved it to deposit his sperm as close to her center as he could.

Now, as his heated cock, which is a much higher temperature than her flesh that engulfed it, stretched her pussy, something else just outside her tender opening pressed against her entrance. With each short but forceful thrust, this hard, round object opened her wider. So much warm, slick fluid lubricated their connection that her hungry cunt slowly opened just enough that Scout could force his knot past her tortured ring of muscle to lodge inside her.

Rachel moaned into the cushion and shot a hand under her belly to her throbbing pussy. Her hips grind wantonly as her vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched, trying to suck more of his cock inside her. Her fingers rubbed furiously at her clitoris, so wet that her swollen button bobbed and slid between her fingers, driving her to ecstasy. Scout’s cock spasmed, and Rachel could feel each jet of his cum as it passed through her clenched opening, and like a beating heart, his huge knot powered it down the length of his shaft to spray her insides with super-heated fluid filling her belly.

One orgasm or a string of small explosions, Rachel couldn’t say, but her every muscle contracted in concert with Scout’s spurting cock. Finally, after the quake of her ecstasy calmed down into aftershocks of carnal bliss, Scout turned around, with his cock firmly trapped inside her, and continued to pump her full of his sperm. Rachel rested her cheek on the arm of the chair and floated along. How much could he be putting inside her? How long would they be stuck like this? Rachel turned her head to look at the wall clock. Thank god! It’ll be quite a while before Mr. Sims, and the others return. She flexed her vaginal muscles again, a Kegel squeeze on Scout’s cock, examining him with her insides, feeling him constantly pulse inside her. Her fingers slid down to her clit again. There’s time for one more.

*****

Mr. Sims leaned back in the chair, watching Rachel on the computer monitor. Smiling, he turned to Nancy and Bobby, sitting behind him in the office beside his own.

“I think this girl might be a keeper,” he said.

“Good old, Scout,” laughed Bobby. “I swear, if a girl has it in her, Scout will find it, eh?”

“That’s why we call him Scout,” Don said. “But we’ve seen this before. Let’s wait for the real test. If she comes back tomorrow.”

“She’ll be back,” Nancy opined. “I gotta feeling this one will be back for more.”

Don smiled at them.

“Let’s hope so. She has real talent. Tomorrow I’ll bring Tank instead of Scout. If she can handle that and being ‘caught’ by Nancy, we’ll know we’ve found our new girl.”

“Okay, now let’s go get some lunch,” Don suggested. Then added, “And Nance, call the upholstery cleaners. There will be a real mess when Scout pulls out of that girl. Why did she have to do it on the couch?”

“Rookie,” said Bobby.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even the limited editing done here doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed.

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