[b]Uber Carry Part 2 – Unhoped-for Job Prospects[/b]

"Hey, why don't you tag along? I was gonna go to the bar, but drinking alone is boring."

After such a long shift, a nice, cold beer sounded good to Perry, but unfortunately he had to decline this time round. "Sorry, I can't. Boss wants to have a talk with me," he said to his colleague, finishing to slip into his casual clothing after the shower.

"Huh, why's that? I thought your ratings have been good?"

Perry shrugged. "Dunno. I'm not aware of any problems I might have caused. But he didn't sound upset, or anything, so that's a good sign, I hope." Closing his locker, the brown tabby cat turned to leave. "Anyway, I probably shouldn't let the boss wait, so see ya tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure. Tell me how it went!"

On his way to the boss, Perry wondered again why he was called in today. He really didn't cause any trouble and his ratings were good, except that one, but it was still kinda okay. He doubted the management would throw a hissy about that. He pushed the thoughts aside as he eventually knocked at the door to his manager's office. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?" he asked carefully as he entered.

The raccoon was, as usual, doing some paperwork, but looked up when the cat approached him. "Ah, Perry. Yes. Come sit, it won't take long."

He did as asked and was promptly rewarded with a small note his boss handed him over the desk. Perry took the slip and checked what was written on it. It was just an address and a name: Mr. Hollard. "What's this?" he asked confused.

"Looks like this might be your lucky day," the older raccoon chuckled, trying to hide the fact that Perry's luck might be his loss. "I got a call today from a big company. Apparently one of your recent customers is interested to hire you as a personal carrier."

"What really?!" Perry yapped surprised, suddenly at the edge of his seat. This was indeed great news! It wasn't all that common, but sometimes, when an affluent customer was particularly happy with a carrier's service on a regular basis (and, according to rumors, sometimes that not only included his ability to carry them from A to B),  they offered to hire them in a permanent position as a personal carrier. The big upside of this sort of employment was that it usually was much better paid than a job at one of the carrier companies. Plus, you might be super lucky and end up with a boss who actually doesn't need to be carrier around all that much. This was really a great chance! "Who was it that called?"

The raccoon tried to remember. "Oh, uh, dunno. They just gave me this name. Said if you're interested, you're supposed to show up on Fryday 2 pm." Judging by the cat's face, the old man could see that Perry was very much interested and he couldn't blame him one bit. "Just be sure to tell me early enough if you quit! That's all. Good luck, Perry," the raccoon said, probably sounding less polite than he intended to, before he returned to his paper work.

"Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Wilson!" Perry bowed out with a wide smile. This was even better than a cold beer! This could be his chance to make some real money with this job. He only wondered which of his customers would consider to hire him? Hopefully it was this rat guy, he always dropped off at that one office building. He always gave good tips!


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"Erm, hello. I'm here for an, uhm job offer. I was told to get in touch with a Mr. Hollard," he told the receptionist, feeling a bit intimidated to stand inside one of the many office towers, instead of just dropping off customers in front of them.

Luckily the receptionist was really friendly with him, even though she gave him a wary look at first. No surprise. It was Mr. Hollard's name that flaunted the front side of this building, after all! "One moment, please," the pretty spaniel girl said and then disappeared in the back for a few moments. Perry already expected her to return with the security, but in fact, she came alone and with the same friendly smile as before. "Mr. Hollard will see you in a few moments. Please follow me." Perry felt like a VIP as he was guided to one of the elevators and then led into a fancy receiving room. "Please have a seat. Mr Hollard will be right with you."

"Y-yes, thank you very much!" he said geeky as he sat down on the pompous couch. Considering the luxurious interior the young cat gawked at with fascination while he waited, he felt a bit underdressed now, only in his slacks and business shirt. Maybe he should have at least put on a tie to look more formal? "Eh..." Perry flinched when suddenly a door opened behind him and someone came in. And judging by the steps, it was not a rat!

"Ah, glad you decided to accept my invitation!" a familiar rough voice said.

The tabby cat's neck hair bristled and a cold shudder ran over his back when he turned to look at his host. In shock he realized that it was the business dog, this Rottweiler, he had to haul through downtown a while back. "Ah...!" And just like that his career prospects got shattered like a mirror with a rock. "Y-y-yes, sure, sir..." he stumbled, perplexed.

"James, Hollard," he introduced himself, extending a paw. "You can call me Mr. Hollard."

Finally snapping out of his trauma, Perry stood to accept the offered hand clumsily. Somehow he had to get through this without making a fool of himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hollard. My name is Perry Beckett." Once more he was reminded of the canine's physical superiority, by his firm handshake. He had to get out of here!

"Have a seat," the Rottweiler offered as he took place on the couch opposite the cat, putting one leg up on his knee. "I'm a busy man, so let's not waste any time and get right to the point: Your manager told you why I wanted to talk to you, didn't he?"

The cat took a deep breath. [i]Just act natural, say no and get out of here[/i], he told himself. "Yes, he mentioned you are looking to hire a personal carrier." [i]Now just say something like 'I'm honored by your offer, but I sincerely have to decline and not let you ride my back to ruin.' minus the last part, maybe.[/i] "Though, I'm af--" he was cut short by the dog.

"Indeed. My previous carrier changed to a different position quite a while ago and I had to rely on external services ever since, which... is a bit bothersome. I'd like to fill that vacancy again and since I recently happened to employ your services, I kept thinking about you as the man for this job."

"Uhm, well... thank you very much for this chance, but--"

The Rottweiler interrupted him again and simply went on. "You were respectful and professional. Both qualities I expect from my employees. And you appear to be up to the task. I admire your endeavor to not only get a job done, but to get it done properly with eagerness and commitment. And that's why I'd like to have you work under me."

"I appreciate the praise, Mr. Hollard. It's just that I don't think we--"

"Oh, right here!" he cut in once more and offered Perry a sheet of paper. No, not just a sheet of paper, it was attached to a black clipboard – super fancy. "I had my assistant put together a short list of benefits you can expect while working here."

The large dog leaned back on the couch, once Perry held the clipboard. In a way that suggested to read the note pronto, Mr. Hollard looked at him expectantly, so the cat quickly read the document. Hours of labor, vacation entitlement, employee benefits, insurance... All quite acceptable conditions, some even better than at Uber Carry. Though one point on the list really caught his attention and almost made his jaw drop. According to this, he'd earn more than thrice as much money than at his current position!

The sly business dog noticed the cat's widening eyes with satisfaction. "Well, what do you say?"

Torn Perry looked into the grinning dog's face. What the fuck should he do now?! Turning down this offer and going back to his underpaid job at Uber Carry was insane. But becoming the personal carrier for this chunk was just as insane! "Erm..." His spine would be kaput in no time! "Well, you see..." Time...? That might be his solution to this predicament! He could accept the offer, work for as long as he was able to take it, pouch the money and then quit, like this other guy probably did. He'd surely be able to find another job. Wilson would probably take him back as well. He quickly checked the document in his hands again, searching for the notice period. He didn't want to stumble into a one year slave contract, after all. Not with this guy! To his surprise, the notice was just two weeks. Perfect! He could test this whole thing out for two weeks, then quit and he'd be free after a month with a fat bonus. And who knows? Maybe this guy only needed one or two tours per week? If Mr. Hollard was one of those rare windfall bosses, Perry might actually stay for a bit longer...

"So...?" the Rottweiler asked after a moment of silence.

Swallowing his emotions, Perry put on his smiling customer face. "Well, Mr. Hollard, I'm very honored by your offer. And I definitely could see myself working under you!"


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Mr. Hollard's team was pretty fast to work him in. As soon as the ink on his work contract was dry, he was taught the basics of his new position, work schedules, preferred routs and how he was expected to behave around his new boss. He also got his new gear: A harness quite similar to the one he wore at his old job, but instead of 'Uber Carry' this one was labeled 'Hollard Inc.' on his chest.

Today was Perry's first day at the new job and he tried to make a good impression. His brown fur was orderly groomed, the brand new harness fit snugly around his topless body and in consultation with his supervisor, he even got himself a pair of runner gloves to protect his pads. He was as ready as he could be!

His first tour actually wasn't a very long one, too. Barklays Bank to a customer's office a few blocks south. According to the details he was given, Perry awaited his boss in the bank tower's lobby, standing at attention, proudly displaying the logo on his chest. It didn't take long for the Rottweiler to show up. Before he was approached, the tabby cat took one last deep breath. "Good morning, Mr. Hollard! I'm ready to go if you are," he said, dutifully lowering himself to all fours for his boss to mount him.

"Glad to see you're so eager on your first day, carry boy," the Rottweiler noted briefly.

"Of course, sir! I'm doing my best!" He stood still for a moment, waiting for Mr. Hollard to take his seat. Though, to Perry's surprise it was not the dog's butt that settled on his back, but his shoe. "HRRRGH!" The cat squealed when his boss suddenly tautened the fastening belt around his midsection with brute force, yanking on it until the strap crushed Perry's gut like a constrictor. The same attention was paid to the belts that run over his chest and shoulders, making the tabby cat feel like a rolled roast. "Hae-heff..." The tightened straps cut into his flesh and made it difficult to breath freely, but Perry remained calm and didn't object the dog's doing. He was hi boss now, after all!

Satisfied with his adjustments, Mr. Hollard took his paw off the crouching boy and quickly replaced it with his rump. With delight he felt the scrawny frame under him getting weighted down. "Next time, put your gear on properly!" he required, lifting his feet from the ground. "Let's go."

The cat swallowed with his teeth grit. "Y-yes, Mr. Hollard..." What the hell had he gotten himself into?!


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After a relatively long and, once again, exhausting tour, Perry finally arrived at the company. Panting he climbed up the small stairs and then slowed down as he entered the building. The golden letters above the doors, he couldn't really avoid to read every time he came here, served him as a humbling reminder of who sat on his back: "Hollard Inc."!

Thirsty and with a sore back he came to a stop in the lobby and hunkered down to let his boss dismount. "Huff, huff... There we are, Sir. Would there be anything else I can help you with?" he asked politely as he finally felt the dog's heavy ass lift off his frame. The cat stood and gave Mr. Hollard a warm smile that barely covered his fatigue. The running gloves he wore, made the streets less torturous for his pads, but they certainly didn't make his load any lighter!

"Yes, actually," the Rottweiler said as he straightened his suit. "I've got a package waiting for me at Caffagny. Can you fetch it for me later today, while you're free? I'm afraid I won't have the time to go myself."

"Caffagny, the boutique?" he asked to clarify, remembering that it was a really expensive couture house that specialized in made to measure services. This wasn't actually a part of his job description, but he probably shouldn't turn his boss down on such a trivial task. "Uhm, sure! Shall I leave it at the reception for you?"

The dog nodded, already about to leave for his meeting. "You should have a shower now and take a break. I'll need you again in about two hours. Be ready by then."

"Of course, Mr. Hollard! I will await you here," he promised dutifully, before his boss disappeared. Once he was out of sight, Perry held his breath and quickly released the fastening straps of his harness. Then he exhaled with relief. "Ouch..." he murmured, rubbing over his bare belly, where the belt had chafed his skin a little.

[i]This job sure is demanding...,[/i] Perry thought to himself on his way to the staff rooms. [i]And I'm quite literally busting my back for this mutt! Even though Mr. Hollard doesn't require my service constantly – actually not even daily – the tours with him were plain hell![/i] The tabby cat sighed heavily with his building frustration. [i]Erg, who ma I kidding? I wanted this! And not only for the money![/i]

Ever since he saw that one commercial with this moneybag riding an Uber Carrier like an animal, he wanted to do this job. He wanted to be treated just like that. Hired by a rich company boss, bought, owned and being made to carry him around like a slave his master! In that regard Mr. Hollard was both, a blessing and a curse: He was a hard to please boss and stretched Perry to the limit, just the way the cat wanted. Though the dog's weight still gave him a hard fight. Who would have thought that his dream boss would end up being twice as heavy than he would have liked?! If he'd decide to stick with this position, he'd either end up with a damaged spine, or as bodybuilder!

"Ha-huff..." Now in the restroom, sitting on the closed toilet, Perry realized with a lustful sigh the throbbing erection in his right hand. He looked down and felt a pang of guilt and shame. [i]Jerking it in the lavatory to thoughts of your much older boss breaking you in like a steed? Shit, Perry, that's disgusting![/i] Suddenly noticing a strange grainy feeling prickling over his manhood, the cat opened his palm and felt even more pitiful. He still wore his running gloves and the street filth than clung to them now also stuck to his damp flesh. A remnant of his demeaning job. An evidence of his service and commitment to Mr. Hollard. The very dirt this superior man didn't have to walk through, because Perry was there to carry him. "Hu-urgh... why the hell does this make me so god damn horny...?" he whispered, continuing to spread the grayish dust over his dick as he rubbed one out.

"Hmp-mphff..." scrubbing his dick as sore as he did his paws for Mr. Hollard, Perry closed his eyes and thought of the Rottweiler. How his fat ass sat down on his back, how his deep voice commanded him, how his weight crushed him while he ran at a fraction of his regular speed. "Hurr... Gah!" Finally his orgasm came, simultaneously to the imagined delivery of his boss which left Perry a wheezing wreck with trembling limbs. It felt so good!

When he opened his eyes again, the young cat found a fat cum stain decorating the stall door in front of him. "F-fuck..." he whispered, but didn't get up from his seat right away. He was too beat. First the ride with Mr. Hollard, now this... He really could use a refreshing shower now.

After wiping his hand on his bare flank, Perry got out his phone to check the time. He should hurry a bit if he didn't want his boss to sit down on a wet cat. Though, his phone told him something else as well: Today marked the end of his self-imposed goal of two weeks. If he'd quit now, he'd perform his contract, trudge through the remaining two weeks and go home with his first and last paycheck, all according to his exit strategy. The question now was, would he quit?