"It's 9:50. We're here a little early."

[i]Alright, this is it. It's actually happening. Breathe, girl.[/i] Aria’s heart was hammering out of nerves as she got out of the meager family sedan, her mother simultaneously stepping out of the driver's side of the car. Aria was a young siamese cat and the spitting image of her mother, only a little past sixteen, and about to go to her first ever job interview for her first ever job. Her slender, nubile body was finally developing, though a bit late, and over the past year she'd gained her mother's modest hips, and her breasts had begun plumping up as well, now being sensitive, textbook-perfect perky C's. 

She was also short, even for a Siamese, and likely wouldn’t be adding much more in the height department, going by her mother, who was basically a more mature version of her with only a couple extra inches. Aria wore a simple blouse that she calmly smoothed down with her paws, a deep blue color that complimented her tan fur along with her long mauve skirt. She was also barefoot, like most of the population, but seeing as the job was at a fast food place, she felt inevitably overdressed.

Stopping only for a moment to glance at the [i]Help Wanted[/i] sign taped to the inside, Aria walked with her mother through the double glass doors. The elder feline hung back slightly and let her daughter take the lead, the pair taking in the unfamiliar colorful dining space with a sales counter in the far back, the kitchen lying just beyond. She tried to not let her growing anxiety creep into her movements, hoping she was keeping her face blank and professional as she strode to the cashier. 

A bored-looking shark girl lifted her attention to the felines. Aria sighed a bit as her eyes returned that gaze, silently considering how her local fast food joint was one of [i]those[/i] restaurants. The silver-blue shark wore not a scrap on her body but the skimpiest g-string you could ever imagine, the material the same bright flashy pink and cyan colors as the company’s logo. If that weren't revealing enough, her nipples were barely covered by purposefully small stickers of the company logo, the broad areolas clearly visible around the pasties, which matched the tattoos on her bare skin. Even the company logo itself had been etched into her body, shining brightly under the artificial lights of the dining area.  

Tattooed beneath that bright pink and cyan duplicate of the company logo, etched permanently beneath the skin just below her large, but still perky D-cup breasts, were the appallingly bright company-pink words, ‘Please take me to your table for free while you wait for your meal!’ with a little happy face below it, and below that in smaller text, "With purchase of the highlight menu item of the day. Limit 30 minutes per customer, per day. Restrictions apply. Please visit our company website for more information." Her big bouncy boobs were gifted tattoos as well, going around the circle of her exposed areola, one breast in pink, the other in the bright cyan. They both were surrounded by the encouraging text of "Pinch and Twist!” followed by some arrows spinning around to further convey the point.

"Welcome to Titty Twisters! What can I get for you today?” The aquatic girl said, her voice conveying far more cheer and bubbliness than her expression implied. She leaned forwards and used her arms to smush her rack together, for better presentation.

The tan-colored feline teen took a breath, before putting on her best smile, forcing her gaze to meet with the shark's after staring at the tattoo for what was probably- definitely- too long. "Hi! I’m Aria, and I'm here for the interview for the opening you have?”

With a slow blink, the shark seemed to come out of her monotony-driven bubbly stupor to look Aria over, sizing her up. Then she half-shrugged, which made her heavy breasts jiggle, something Aria noticed too much, nodded, and twisted to hook her thumb at the door just behind the counter labeled ‘management' with a very professional looking engraved brass plaque. "Through there, the boss is waiting.” She looked to the older woman beside the teenage cat. "First job? Don’t worry, your mom is welcome to tag along.”

Both felines nodded and mumbled their thanks, stepped behind the counter, and went through the door. Aria felt her fur fluff a little as she passed the threshold, taking a deep breath in the space between the counter and manager's office to overcome the awkward feeling of being in the employees-only area of, well, any place, for the first time.

A fairly average husky sat at the desk within, wearing a much more normal uniform, devoid of the company colors save for a pin on his chest showing the chain's logo. He waved the duo in and sat back in his chair, the mother and daughter taking their own seats, the older woman taking a chair in the corner so as not to intrude.

"You're a bit early." The husky turned and nodded to the mother, asking, "I presume you are Miss Aria’s parent?”

She nodded back, before giving her nervous daughter a smile.

The man looked back to his desk and papers atop it. "Firstly, please tap your IO-band on the desk here,” He waved to a black square set into the surface, and the teen promptly did so. As soon as her paw cleared the space, the square’s edges turned blue with a subtle animation of rotation to the color, winding around the square. Then it went solid white, and the see-through Mirror monitor on the desk showed her social profile, though only the husky could truly read it. The view from Aria's side was nothing more than blank glass.

The IO-band, the tool worn on her wrist was special, in that it was the most important thing you owned in this country. Your IO was everything you. It was your ID, your wallet. It was your phone, for those who couldn’t afford dedicated devices, and it served as the one stop tool for every citizen, with variants and mods aplenty. Everyone had one, Aria’s mom wore one, the husky at the desk in front of her wore one, even the shark cashier had an IO around her ankle, out of sight.

The manager nodded, looking toward Aria’s mom, "I’m not too worried about you impersonating her mother, so you don’t need to swipe your IO.” He met the younger teen’s anxious, though determined, eyes, "Well then, let’s get started. I’ve already reviewed your application and I think you’ll be a great fit. However, there are some more personal evaluations we must conduct before we move forward with the hiring process.” His tone was concise, not nice or gentle, but simply business. He stared her dead in the eyes with a similarly bored look as the cashier, "Take your clothes off.”

Aria suddenly sat straighter, eyes popping wide. The siamese cat glanced at her mother in the corner of the room with a questioning look. The older cat encouragingly nodded. "Well go on sweetie, you saw the cashier, it’s not strange for him to check if your body will look good for the customers.”

The teen sighed, relenting as the reality of this crystalized. Oh well, being exposed in front of a stranger wasn’t too bad. After all, her classmates had voted her to be the school nudist that one freshman semester. She took a steadying breath, stood from her chair, and pushed it in, after subconsciously smoothing her dress down one final time. She tugged her blouse off, then dropped her skirt, revealing her lacy maroon bra and panties, and deposited her clothing neatly in the seat she'd just vacated. Aria felt naked, vulnerable, and while not really cold, she couldn't entirely suppress her shiver as well as she did her instinct to cover her body.

The manager's canine eyes glanced down over her fur slowly, once, down and up, as she stood there in her underwear, and clarified in that same businesslike tone, "[i]All[/i] of your clothes, please, miss Aria.”

With another momentary pause, the siamese teen huffed slowly, then reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It took a few attempts, as her fingers were trembling, but the manager was patient with her as she lowered it and bared her nubile breasts to him. The bra joined the folded clothing in her seat, and she slid her panties down around her ankles, awkwardly stepping out of them before dropping them in the seat as well. Aria's fists clenched and unclenched at her sides as she watched the manager take in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over her nude young body, hesitating multiple times as his gaze slid down over her mouth, her nipples, and her virgin pussy. 

"Tsst tsst," her mother whispered, drawing Aria's attention to her, and subsequently to the thrashing of her tail, which had begun scything nervously through the air. She quelled it with her will, though it was difficult.

The visual examination went on for a while, the manager taking in her long, slender legs, the small, soft pussy between her thighs. Her firm, tight ass as she twirled slowly as he began instructing her to turn, raise her arms, arch her back, spread her ass, lift her tail, part her pussy lips. On and on the visual interview went.

Just as Aria was beginning to wonder if this would take the rest of the day, the husky stood and walked up to her, pacing around her as he studied her form closely. This time, the inspection was physical, his paws roaming down her body, moving her arms for her, posing for her, the occasional 'hm' and 'not terrible' quietly escaping his mouth. Special attention was given to her tits, with a long moment spent looking at her nipples. The teen gasped and bit down on her lip as the man reached forward and harshly grabbed one of her boobs, lifting and studying it with the coldness of professionalism.

Aria swallowed her fearful distaste like medicine she had to take, and forced herself to remain still as he molested her mammary, his invasive examination changing quickly to a painful one. His thumbs dug into her swell’s little nub, gouging it, before he pinched both of them and yanked fiercely, stretching her breasts out before releasing them and watching them flop down. He gripped her nipples again and twisted them, tugging them downward hard, making tears well up in her eyes as she fought to keep her knees from bending. Again he released them abruptly, letting them spring back up and bounce under his intense gaze.

"Tsst tsst."

Aria forced her tail to hold still again.

The manager barely took notice of the exchange, if at all, before moving on and crushing his paw against her left breast, squishing it against her chest, forcing her to move a foot back to brace herself as his thumbs dug in harshly against her sensitive nipple. Then he repeated the process with the other half of her chest, before grasping both mounds, digging his fingers in, and wringing them, his tight fists clenching and unclenching, almost like he was trying to feel their mass and density.

Finally, after what felt like about a half-hour of titty-twisting and soft little tsst-tssts, he dropped them and spun Aria around to start roughly groping her ass. She glanced down at the chair in front of her, holding her clothing, and at her bare naked body, and then up into the eyes of her mother, who was still sitting silently in the corner, watching without a word as the manager spread her feet wider, knelt, and gripped her ass with that same abusing fist-grip he used on her tits. 

Without being asked, Aria held her tail out of the way, though he had already gripped it and yanked it upwards painfully before she took it from him and began wringing it nervously between her palms. His thumbs dug in between her ass cheeks and stretched her crack painfully wide so he could inspect her tight, sensitive little sphincter, Those strong fingers of his roaming over her squishy butt, clenching and digging in roughly. 

Aria gasped again as she felt both of his thumbs shoving their way through her snug rim and into her colon, and she lifted up onto her toes as he yanked her open, stretching her as wide as she could go. She bit on her lip and hummed in pain as he held her open for a long time, his thumbs continually flexing, stretching her wider and wider until she didn't think she could take it anymore before they slipped from her and let her tailhole close itself again. 

He stood and a few loud spanks were added for good measure, making her gasp from each of the impacts before he swapped to her front, hands roaming down from her breasts over her entire body, hesitating for a moment to test the depth of her navel before descending further and cupping her mound. Fingers found their way in there too, Aria gasping in slight shock as he forced her folds apart, then her opening when he shoved two dry fingers into her. Though he didn't comment on her virginity, she knew he must have felt the hymen she was still proud of within her tight, unused pussy.

"Stand straight, hands behind your back, and don't cum," he said with that same professional tone.

Paradoxically, it reassured her, made her feel like this was just another visit to the doctor's office, or the school nurse. Just another sexual control exam. She obeyed, drawing herself up to her meager full height, and she kept her paws behind her back, each palm closed around the other wrist. Again, her attention turned toward her mother, who sat just feet away, watching. 

The manager started a timer, and then immediately found her g-spot and began to massage it in firm little circles, his motions drawing out her neediness, and slowly the room was filled with the [i]schlik-schlik[/i] of a girl being professionally masturbated. His other paw joined in, finding her clit hood, and he worked her most sensitive spots mercilessly, unendingly. Aria held back well, her willpower bolstered by the proximity and the reassuring smile of her mother, as she kept up the metaphorical levee against the tide of her climax for as long as she could. 

She did fail quickly at keeping herself from getting wet, and after a few minutes, pleasured teen girl moans joined the wet sounds in the room as she failed at keeping herself from getting horny.  She bit down on her lip as she squirmed in place, failed to keep herself from purring, and, inevitably, as her soft moans and purrs turned into louder and louder gasps and groans, she failed to keep herself from cumming. The manager knew, too, as he withdrew his fingers just before she teetered over the edge and went back to his seat as soon as her climax started, leaving her to cum her brains out on her own, arms still clasped behind her back as she and her mother gazed at each other. The husky drew out a wet wipe from a drawer, and used it to clean his hands.

Aria's mother gave her a [i]you did great, sweetie![/i] thumbs-up. The teen smiled.

"Fifteen minutes. We need to get you up to thirty at least, but it's a workable starting point. Go ahead and take your seat again, but don't get dressed.”

Aria stood in the same spot until her legs stopped quaking and then finally she sat down, soaking her clothes, the girl coming out of this first part of the interview [i]thoroughly[/i] fondled. She felt tingly, and warm, and relaxed, but overall perturbed by his treatment of her so far. He made some notes on his screen, wordlessly tapping and swiping for a few minutes, and then he sat tall, an air of calm officialness to him. "Well this pretty much confirms that you’ll fit our needs, so let’s move on to the next part of the evaluation. If you could get on your knees? Back up against the front of the desk.”

Aria looked to the husky as he undid his fly, pulling out a half-hard dog dick from his pants, gently stroking it to full strength. The teen gulped nervously, watching copius globs of precum running down the crimson skin to pool in the fur of his nuts, heart hammering. She was excited about what might happen next, and not in a good way, at all. She shot a glance at her mom, who just gave her another thumbs up. The young siamese let out an apprehensive breath before sinking to her knees, once more facing her mom, and she scooted her back up to press against the desk. Her head was above the surface, able to tilt back and into the corner, realizing that a subtle curve to the design, and a wrist pad previously unnoticed, made the corner a reasonably comfortable headrest.

The manager stood and took a few steps forward, red cock hard and pulsing now. "Open your mouth, and try to relax your throat.” Aria obeyed in the seconds it took the man to close the gap between them, his hips level to her face, and sent his hands to grab her skull and hold it in place as he rammed his dick past her lips and immediately sank it several inches into her esophagus. Her claws scraped harmlessly at the tile floor as her throat bulged, her struggling body framed by his bare legs. 

Through it all, the thought of what her mom must be seeing from her clear vantage point made it into her mind, just for a moment, before the first retch chased it right out. She gagged as his pointed tip broke past her throat barrier, the bulge in her neck big enough to show the perfect outline of his cock, down to the vein. At least, she thought it must be, anyway.

After that, it was all rapid force, a terse throatfuck being administered to the young girl by trained muscular hips. Her subtle mascara streamed down her cheeks as her eyes overflowed with her tears, drawn out of her by the piston-like thrusting of the engorged canine shaft, long lines of spit and husky precum mixing, making a mess of her lips and chin and throat and breasts and thighs every time he yanked out of her maw and squished back in. She continued to hack and retch and convulse with the harsh abuse of her throat, the once comparatively gentle gagging turning into full-body heaves as she writhed and spluttered, nose running, her whimpers and cries barely audible beneath the sloppy wet slapping and belchy retching. Aria's heart was pounding harder than she had ever felt it before. The pressure in her head was so great she thought it might bust open and still the abuse continued. At one point, she heard pounding at the door, and hoped that he would stop to answer, only to realize slowly that it was the sound of her own head hitting the wood of the desk.

Thumbs closed over her eyes and pressed in firmly, pinning her against the desk as something massive and bulbous pressed against her lips, harder and harder. The tension in her jaw grew and grew until the pain was almost as great as the pounding in her skull before it burst into her mouth past her teeth, locking into place. She was knotted, and the manager finally came. Dog cum gushed down her throat faster than she could swallow, half of it rising back up to squirt out of her nose. She was still gagging in between gulps, which of course, didn't help at all, encouraging her to puke up more dog cum out of her nostrils as he held her in place. Her chest heaving and burning told her she was suffocating but it was lost amid the noise of everything else. Her world was turbulent static, until the knot finally yanked itself free from her maw, and she dropped flat onto the floor, puking up cum and weeping softly, before she retched truly, the world literally turning sour as she began vomiting bile onto the floor.

"Tsst-tsst."

Aria weakly lifted her head and gazed up to meet her mother's eyes, who was giving her a stern, subtly urgent look. The meaning was clear. [i]Get your act together.[/i]

The teen closed her eyes, took a single slow breath, and coughed into her arm.

"I'm sorry about that--" her mother began, before the manager raised his hand.

"Don't worry about it. We do offer onsite endurance training. This is just to see where we should place miss Aria." He wasn't even out of breath, and his words put both Aria and her mother at ease. "And don't worry about cleaning it up, we can get another employee to take care of the mess. Now, stand up and bend over the desk please.”

This wasn’t her first time with anal, and these kinds of interviews were not uncommon either. In fact, Aria had wondered whether this would come up or not. Now she had her answer.

Not to mention, her mother had done a fantastic job in conditioning her daughter to derive the most pleasure from anal, being the best free contraceptive out there.

She struggled to get to her feet, but the manager was patient with her, while her breathing remained ragged as her stretched throat screamed with fire. She felt like her neck itself was stretched loose, sagging. A quick pleading glance was sent to her mother, who gave her the old 'suck it up' look. Aria knew her mom really needed her to get this job, and would encourage her to do whatever it took to get one. She tried to swallow to clear her mouth, but couldn't. Her throat hurt far too much.

New tears joined the ones born of strain, the feline teen quietly sniffling and drooling as she turned around and dropped her torso on the desk’s surface, breasts smushing for some cushioning. Immediately, the husky’s broad hands were on her soft ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he lined up his spit-lubed tip to her asshole.

Then, with even less care than he showed her throat, he thrust past her pucker in one shove, knot and all, and launched right into a painful assfuck. It stung, setting her entire spine on fire, and making her feel that she must have just split open. The pain came in one single moment, a single heartbeat after the knot sunk in, and she bit down on her lip and, quiet as a mouse, screamed in pain.

The manager appeared to take no notice of the breathy whistle escaping from the prospective employee and merely continued his ass-knotfuck, one paw on her shoulder, the other on the side of her face, his full weight keeping her pinned against the wooden surface. Having used up "the easy one" already, the assfuck went on much longer than he used her face. Her body felt like it was being stretched and split, sensitive, smooth rim straining, lightning bolts of sharp agony hammering her entire aching body from his knot forcing its way into her, over and over, the slamming of his hips every once in a while causing the desk to squeak backwards a fraction of an inch across the floor.

The older siamese woman spoke up for the second time during this brutal jackhammering, "Is all this really necessary? What’s this position she's interviewing for?”

With minor grunts of exertion, the husky replied with restrained professionalism. "Kitchen staff.”

Crossing her arms, the mother sighed and went quiet again, the harsh SLAP SLAP SLAPs of him fucking her daughter dominating the room under the rattling of the desk's contents.

It was minutes into this wordless anal torture that he spoke up again, finally letting up the pressure on her face and shoulder, his words simple, and encouraging. "You're doing good, Aria. Can you turn over for me, without letting go of my knot?"

The drooling, sobbing cat nodded, obeyed and immediately failed, her ruined anus far too loose now to hold onto it as she swung her leg around and rolled onto her back. It drew nothing more than a "hmm" from the manager, who resumed his thrusting, his paws now finding themselves once again on her proud, developing breasts, clenching down over them and squeezing them, squishing them, yanking them up and down and sideways apart from each other as his knot popped in and out of her ever-loosening anus, the titty torture only stopping to be replaced with nipple abuse as he released her globes and pinched the sensitive centers between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them tightly. The nipple torture, likewise, only stopped to be replaced once more with additional boob-fist-clenching, all while his hips shoved his knot through her widely gaping anus, over, and over, and over, the room filled now with the sounds of wet, hollow slurps as his knot faced no more resistance.

It went on, just like this, for over a half hour, with Aria getting her abused ass obliterated completely, until it was gaping so limply and loosely that the pain of each knotfuck began to lessen. And then, slowly, as her voice came back, Aria started to moan under her breath, a growing itch beginning to color the pain racking her body. She still sobbed and wailed, only now she also felt her hips thrusting back, meeting the brutal knotfucking. Seemingly on their own, her arms lifted and embraced him, along with her legs, which wrapped around his waist. Sexual neediness coming back to her in spite of the raw pain shooting up her spine with every one of the manager's thrusts, every tight vice-like squeeze to her boobs, every sharp twist to her nipples, every breast-wrenching yank. Then, quietly, and through her sobbing, her tears, and her distress, she convulsed. A low whine accompanying her empty pussy gushing clear fluid.

Her sudden contractions were enough to push the man over the edge, ramming forward with all his might one last time, legs taut and paws scraping down a bit for a better leverage. There was a new silence in the room, nothing but breathing and petty sniffles. Then a slick pop and pained gasp came as the husky ripped his knot free for the last time, slipping the rest of his still-spurting cock out of her sagging asshole, and went back to standing tall in the middle of the room, his dirty dick and Aria's sagging anus both dripping into the sour mess that was already on the floor. He was kind enough to offer her a single wet wipe, which she weakly used to clean her muzzle of some of the cum-and-make-up mess after drawing herself back up onto her feet, though she continued leaning on the desk for support while he sat back down in his seat. This lasted only a few pained gasps before she laid back down on the once-cool surface and groaned under her breath.

"Well miss Aria, I'd say you definitely pass. We’d be delighted to have you on board. Can you start working today? Don’t worry about having to clock in or out, we’ll geo-fence your IO.”

The sixteen year old’s voice was still haggard from her facefuck, "I-I suppose.”

The husky looked to the mother, "Would you mind picking her up when we call, then? I understand that we’re about halfway through the workday already, but we’ve needed her position filled badly, and closing with a new employee might take a bit.”

She nodded, "Of course, it’s important to start as soon as possible.”

Aria didn't feel as professional as the two adults were behaving.

With a curt nod, the man waved the parent over, "There’s just paperwork left then, which we'll need you to fill out, seeing as how Aria is underage.”

Aria's mother moved to the closer chair as Aria lay draped over the desk, the mother politely ignoring her shaking child as she heaved, and drooled, and coughed,, bubbles of cum coming from her nose and her gaped asshole. The husky handed her a clipboard and pen, "Just fill those out up at the top and sign at the bottom. A simple thing saying that you give permission for her to be employed.”

The older siamese gave a simple, "Yes, yes,” as she started writing. While she filled in the paper, "Though if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the pay?”

That professional blankness was ever present. "This is a minimum wage position, but we have opportunities for growth. It depends on Aria.”

Aria’s mother sighed, hummed, and smiled, not sure why she expected anything else from an entry level spot in a fast food place. "Alright then, yes.” She handed back the clipboard, the man taking it and reviewing the information quickly. "Okay, you’re free to go. We’ll go get Aria here set up. Go ahead and take her clothes with you.”

The mother ruffled Aria's hair, not leaning down for a hug, as she didn’t want to get cumstains on her dress. She gathered up her daughter's blouse, dress, panties, and bra, then with a happy, "I’ll see you later, good luck on your first day!” she was gone. Aria had regained most of herself now, standing back up, though still coughing occasionally.

She looked at the husky, "My... my clothes?”

He shook his head, "We need to get you in uniform.”

Though she tried to hide it, she grew uneasy, the shark’s uniform flashing to her mind. "O-Oh. I’ll be honest sir, I don’t think I’d be comfortable wearing that all day.”

The husky seemed to look the feline over again, mulling something over. "Alright, I’ll make an exception for you, you can pass on the uniform.” He then waved his hand a bit, starting to walk to the door, "Come on, let’s get you where you need to be.”

Aria was frozen a bit, still stark naked. "Uhhh… sir? I’m naked.”

He paused to meet her anxious look, "Yes, I said you could go without the uniform. Non-company clothing is not permitted.”

The teenage cat’s mouth opened, then closed as her posture slumped with defeat. She should have put that together sooner, no uniform meant no clothes at all. With a lowly sigh, she quickly got it through her head that this would not be a dignified position, and followed the husky out the door.

They came out right beside the shark, the manager's dirty cock swinging and drooling freely as they approached the girl still at the register, the restaurant mostly empty. Most of the lunch rush was drive-thru, with the few that would come in having done so already. The single occupied table was behind a divider, the patrons too distracted by each other to pay any mind to the thoroughly molested, freshly fucked, and cumdrenched teen girl walking out of the manager's office. The silver-blue shark turned to face the two, eyes instantly locking onto the disheveled mess the cat’s face was, and the painful looking dark-marks of harsh handling decorating her nipples, even some bruising visible through the matted fur of her chest mounds.

"Heya Henry. New girl make it in? I see she got the customary sloppy facefuck.” The shark said, a bit of brevity creeping through her disinterested features. "I bet your ass is full of cum too, try not to drip on the floor.” The shark looked Aria over, taking in her full nude body, making Aria blush and turn uncomfortably. "Huh. We not have any thongs in your size? Should be plenty of pasties in the back at least.”

The husky shook his head, "No, she expressed a dislike for the uniform and I’m allowing her to go without it, since she'll mostly be sticking to the kitchen area. Aria, this is Tessa, our main cashier and whore.”

Tessa jerked her head up slightly in greeting, "Sup. Nudie, huh? Nice to meet you Aria. Don't worry. It doesn't get better, but you get used to it real fast.”

The siamese teen felt herself blushing a little, her nudity back at the front of her thoughts. "Hi… I’m uh, probably going to be in the kitchen most of the time, I guess, but it's still really nice to meet you.”

A slow nod came from the aquatic girl. "Well, make your way up the ranks a bit and you’ll probably spend some time at the register with me. It’s not exactly lively in here now, but this is the season where drive-thru is king. Soon as summer hits, I’ll be glad to have your titties and asshole to pass around instead of just those seasonal sluts, so work hard, yeah? Nobody likes those temp chicks. Besides, no-one wants to be in your position for long.” The shark pointed her thumbs toward the ceiling, extended both her hands, and said, "welcome to the team" in an overly robotic tone.

Aria wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, still new to the concept of a work environment. "O-Okay. Thanks.”

Henry then motioned her to follow, leading her behind the towering chrome boxes of culinary intent, the husky stopping when at the main cooking area. There were a few people around, most still busy, but introductions were given. Only one really stood out, the guy she would be working with at the station she'd be starting at. He was a snake, not much older than her, probably a senior at her school, with dark scales that contrasted with the flashy cyan shirt of his uniform. He was staring at her with a vacant look in his eyes.

Henry nodded to the boy, "This is Ben, you’ll mainly be working with him. We’re starting you off on fryer duty.” Ben was casually standing before the vat-like machine, face clearly showing this was just another day on the job. "Ben, this is Aria, she’ll be your new oil girl.”

Ben finally seemed to come out of his reverie and smiled. "Aria. Yeah, hey. Nice to meet you, Aria."

Smoothly, her new manager turned and cupped the shark's shoulder, who slumped, and followed him back to his office with her tail and shoulders drooping.

Aria hadn't noticed Tessa's mood. A single thought had begun echoing in her mind. [i]Oil girl.[/i] Aria’s heart plummeted straight through the ground and embedded itself firmly in the building's foundation as she started breathing heavily. The teen’s knees became weak as she processed everything now abruptly laid out before her.

She was the new oil girl.

Not any ordinary kitchen staff.

Not a girl who manned the fryer, but the employee who had her holes pumped full of scalding, burnt, dirty oil, which she then had to dump, her body relegated to merely a transport for kitchen refuse. 

When the economy crashed so long ago, one of the government pushes was for big corporations to undo a lot of automation, and make more jobs. One of the many new jobs proposed and utilized by one of the fast food places that was still around was the position of ‘Fryer Oil Disposal Technician’, commonly known as the oil girl. Only females were used, simply because they had more holes, thus more capacity. The other big chains adopted the position too, making new jobs a sort of arms race between big competitors. This is also why the cashiers doubled as free whores with a purchase, the once-automated ordering system again open to being manned was now so simplified that cashiers could double as full-care sexual servants. They were still called cashiers, but that actual job now mostly involved assigning whores to customer tables more often than taking orders.

This job Aria had just landed, was not the one she thought. Well, she wasn't sure [i]what[/i] she thought. She of course knew of oil girls, every fast food place had one, but it was just one of those things you don’t pay much heed until you’re in that spot, like, a janitor. Or a brothel’s cock-cleaner. 

Ben nodded in greeting. "Hey Aria. Thanks for joining up, we really needed some help. Last oil girl moved out of town, so we’ve been pretty desperate.”

Aria nodded through her shock, saying "Yeah, hey. Nice to... to meet you. I'm Aria."

Ben took her hand and shook it, drawing her back to the present moment. "Earth to Aria, are you not used to waking up at eight in the morning?"

A loud, deep belch broke through the manager's office door and brought their conversation to a halt. The echoey sound culminated in an anguished wail, punctuated every other second with a stomach-turning retch. Aria's ears slowly drooped as the gagging grew quieter and quieter, until they could no longer hear it over the other sounds in the kitchen.

"That's just Tessa," Ben explained, reading the shocked expression on Aria's face. "She has to lick up the mess whenever we have a new interviewee, floor and cock." Another set of heaves and whimpers came from behind the closed door. "Judging by the volume, she’s cleaning the floor first." He grinned. "And FUCK does she hate it."

Aria faded in and out of the conversation. "N-no, I-- what? Ew." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Oh, oh god, that poor girl." Another loud retch made Aria's ears flatten back against her head, her tail now hanging low.

Ben nodded. "I would really, really hate to be in her place right now. But you know, she's really good at it." His eyes closed and he smiled, apparently savoring the moment. "I really love her gags. Not the cutest I've ever heard, but close."

"I mean the sound," Aria started, fighting the urge to gag herself, shoving against the mental image of the shark girl on her hands and knees, tongue sliding along the floor, belching, and gagging, and heaving as she struggled to lick up Aria’s mucky mess of puked up cum. The sour taste of her own bile welled up again in her mouth, and colored the mental image, accompanied by the now constant, loud stream of retches and sobs and gags--

Aria collapsed to her bare knees and palms, and vomited. Or, she would have, if she hadn't already done so thoroughly in the manager's office, creating the very mess her new coworker was having to lick up, instead buckling down to all fours and dry-heaving hard in the middle of the kitchen. Her sick noises joined Tessa's from the other side of the door, and she knew she could be heard in there as clearly from the kitchen now as she must have been from inside the office before, when she was slurping and gagging and getting ruined by that oversized knot.

Ben squatted down next to her and offered the cummy dirty girl no physical support whatsoever, just sticking by her side as she drooled and heaved dryly down at the tile. "You alright? We really should get you hosed down if you're gonna be back here, you know."

Through clenched teeth, Aria belched loud and low as her stomach clenched down again. "I will be." She swallowed several times as she knelt on the floor, her entire body trembling. "That's... so gross..."

"Eh, it's like Tessa usually says to new recruits. Doesn't get better, but ya get used to it. She definitely is."

Seconds slowly ticked by as Aria regained her composure, fighting back wave after wave of nausea, before she finally asked what's been on her mind. "S-so. Um. When I was in there, you guys heard--"

"Every sound, yeah," Ben replied, cutting her off.

"Even-"

"Everything. Your sexy gags, your cute burps and sobs, every plap of his nuts and that cute little squeak you make each time his knot busts through... You know, it's not often that Henry likes a girl so much that he starts scooting his desk with her."

Aria glanced up and looked around the kitchen at the other staff. Not a single eye was on her besides Ben's, and his gaze was focused on her's, not roaming around her body, the realization bringing back into sharp focus her current situation. She was filthy, completely naked, in a public restaurant, in the kitchen, on her hands and knees.

"Yeah," she muttered. "Probably should get cleaned up."



The shower room was, predictably, in the back, next to the employee restroom, and consisted of a simple drain, tile walls and floor, and a spray nozzle on a flexible metal hose. Ben had graciously offered to help get her cleaned up and accompanied her into the room, pursuant to the employee handbook where it states that the shower must never be used alone for safety reasons, and he had left his uniform folded outside the room so that Aria's cummy backsplash didn't ruin it as he sprayed her down. It was a good team effort, with Aria massaging a delightfully silky soap into her fur, and Ben helping to rinse her down slowly from a few feet away, working the hot sprayer down her body.

"You know," Aria said, trying to make some level of conversation with her new coworker, "I'd always heard that snakes had two penises, but I'd never seen it until today. Or, is it penes?"

"Either," Ben answered, holding the shower head at his side while Aria lathered her breasts, the girl hissing as she touched her tortured nipples. "You like 'em?" he asked, shifting his hips so he was standing proudly at attention, both his hard humanoid shafts bared to her.

"Yea, but, like, do all reptiles, um, hm." She paused to consider her words. "Do all reptiles smell the way you do?"

"Oh, nope," Ben replied. "I just happen to really like my own musk so I don't wash 'em, like, ever. Do you like?"

"It's not terrible," Aria said, unsure at first of her words, trying to be polite, but finding them to be untrue right after they left her lips. The smell was actually horrid. "I mean, I guess. I'll try not to splash them."

"Much appreciated, miss! I'm guessing that you like keeping as clean as possible, based on how sudsy you're getting."

"Mhm. It's a cat thing." Aria was squatting now, lathering up her legs.

"You like that apple scented soap?"

"Scented?"

"Yeah, it's really potent."

"I can't really smell anything, actually, except your... penes." Aria pondered for a moment whether this meant that she couldn't smell this kind of shampoo, or that Ben's musk was just incredibly overpowering. "No matter how hard I blow," she continued, "I feel like even more cum will drip out my nose if I look down." To punctuate this, she looked down and blew her nose hard, though nothing came out. "Probably all the vomiting. I just need to recover before my sense of smell returns."

Ben hummed in consideration of that point, but didn't respond, and a short gap in the conversation grew into an awkward silence. He decided to make smalltalk, seeing Aria glancing around the empty room awkwardly while scrubbing her legs. "You have really sweet moans, you know."

Aria tripped over her own train of thought and looked back at the snake, surprised.

"You do! Really," he continued, "they're so adorable, and your retching is amazingly hot. I swear I could [i]hear[/i] the dick in your throat just from your gags." His gaze met Aria's and she turned away quickly, her cheeks burning like fire. "Oh, sorry, is that too much?"

"No!" Aria heard herself exclaim, with far more enthusiastic courage than she thought she had. "You can, um, like... I guess, I hadn't thought of myself that way? You know?"

"It's true, though," Ben continued. "And I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I'm just used to speaking my mind here."

Aria crossed her arms under her sopping wet, hellishly sore breasts. "Really, it's fine. I guess that I'm just not really used to people saying things like that about me. Nausea's never been something I remotely enjoyed, but there was this one guy at my school that was super into it."

Ben smiled and moved the water over her tits, re-soggifying them. "I could keep going, if you want."

She stared back at him as he held the hot water on her breasts. It felt nice to hear a compliment for once, a rarity for a mere feline like herself, and his words scratched an itch long forgotten. "Yeah. I'd like that. Ben."

The snake turned off the water and stepped up to the sopping kitten, flipping a towel before curling it around her neck and drying her face. "Remember when I said Tessa had almost the prettiest vomit sounds ever? Until today, I hadn't heard anyone whose retching I like more than hers. But then you showed up and started gagging all over Henry's knot."

Aria felt her paws close loosely around Ben's wrists before she realized she'd even lifted them.

"You," the snake continued, "have the absolute prettiest heaves I've heard. A voice sweet as candy. And your tits, and your ass..."

Aria took the towel from him and began to work it over her hair, her gaze never leaving his for more than a heartbeat "And my tits?" she prodded, eager for more of these good feeling words. "And my ass?"

A dreamy, soft look came over her coworker's eyes. "Fucking perfect. All of you is. I got so hard the moment you walked out of Henry's door, I thought I was going to burst through my khakis."

Aria felt her cheeks heat up again, and she faced Ben head-on, straightened, and crossed her arms under her breasts to give them a little more body. "Oh, so you think I'm pretty, then?" she asked, in as playful, teasing way as she could. After all, if an undesirable like her couldn't be wanted by someone as high-class as Ben, she could at least still tease him about it.

"Aria, you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

The girl's mind reeled. Ben sounded actually serious about this. "Hey," she laughed nervously, "come on, be serious. I'm just a cat, and you-"

"I like cats," Ben said simply, cutting her off again. His arms encircled her and he held her dripping body against himself, his unwashed twin erections digging in against her wet fur. "And now I find out that the prettiest one I've seen is going to be working next to me every day, completely naked, and I'm just..." Ben led out a soft groan of delight.

Aria stammered, though she let him control her with his grip. "W-well, don't get too attached to it," the teen warned. "The naked thing is just for the first day."

"Aw, no," Ben whined, a look of childish disappointment in his eyes so genuine and clear that Aria found herself surprised by it. "Don't dash my hopes like that."

"We'll see, then," Aria heard herself saying, before she even had a chance to check her mouth words against her brain. "Maybe," she added, and smiled back at Ben as his face brightened back up. She decided he was cute, and said so to him. Ben crushed her with a hug, and Aria hugged him back, careful not to brush his unwashed cocks with her clean fur and lift any of the cultivated musk off them that he was so proud of.

"I think you got cum leaking down your legs."

Aria sighed, checked between her thighs with one hand, and brought cummy fingers up to her face, rubbing her new boss's seed between her fingertips. "I guess you should spray me out?"

"It'd be my pleasure, pretty girl."

"Stop," Aria said, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice came out bubbly and happy. Ben released her and she spun on one foot, planted herself firmly on the ground with her legs spread, and looked back at him, her head upside down. She was bent low, gripping her ankles, with her swaying tail lifted high. "Does this work for you?"

Ben let out a slow whistle while running his fingertips around the swollen, raw, baggy rim under her tail. "Wow, he really did just leave you sagging wide open, huh?"

"It wouldn't surprise me," Aria said through gritted teeth, his fingers sending shocks of pain as they traced the raw, tortured skin. Ben took a step back, leaving her burning hole alone, and she let out a relieved sigh. "I've never felt so much pain back there before in my life. His knot is no joke. That monster cock absolutely broke me open to a whole new level. Multiple new levels." Then, a jet of soothing cool water began splashing under her tail, and echoing deep inside her loose, abused anal cavity, rinsing out a torrent of marbled white, brown, and red streaks. It felt nice.