Client Satisfaction
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Izzy (June 2023)
18+

Eliza always commanded a room’s attention when she walked in. As any good manager should. The feline’s head was held high, chest out, long confident strides, her tight stone-grey blouse giving her a statuesque splendor. 
Her employees all paused briefly - one overseeing the slow printing of a massive poster, another one getting the laminator unstuck - just to give her a little acknowledging nod.
She didn’t plan on lingering - she had a very important appointment with a high class client - an in-person one, too. 

But something was off.
Her feline eyes were good at picking up on microscopic details, of course. Brief glances down between her legs, a very clear blush on their faces. She wasn’t going to pass comments, even though she could have. A quick glance down at her shirt confirmed that nothing was off. No stains or anything, no missing buttons… but they were looking at her like she’d grown an extra limb.
She had to ask one of them - none of them were too scared of her to sugarcoat things. She commanded respect and deference, but not full-on fear. Jimmy usually gave it to her straight, so she made a beeline to him just as he was wrapping up a phone call to a client.
He gave a little salute  - a joking sort of call-back to his air force days - and then his eyes went down to her stomach. Lower, in fact. The falcon’s eyes bugged out of his head for a moment.
“Okay, what’s going on? Is there a prank, or an in-joke I’m missing out on…”
Jimmy cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure how to say it out loud, clearly, and he grabbed a pen and pad to scribble down a message. The frantically scrawled words read:
‘You’re not wearing anything on your bottom half!’
Eliza looked down. Her lower body was bare, her slit on full display for all to see. She was wearing shoes, but nothing else. 
So, nothing different from the usual.

“And?” she asked with a confused shrug. “What’s out of the ordinary about that?”
Jimmy choked again. “Y-you’ve, um… never come here dressed like this before.”
“Yeah I have!” Eliza scoffed. “Come on. I have my pussy out every day. No big deal, really.”
“M-Miss Eliza?”
Mindy, the new mouse on staff, was sort of hovering nearby, with a ream of paper in her hands. She pushed up her glasses with the edge of the stack.
“You know how you asked me to find a new courier? Well, I’ve got an update on that- nng!”
As soon as ‘update’ had left the girl’s lips, Eliza’s fingers went down to her slit. Her index and ring fingers spread it open, and her middle finger curled inward to play with her clit. It was almost automatic, and Eliza’s expression was completely normal, not a hint of awareness of the transgressiveness of her actions. 
“Good stuff,” she said. “Talk to me.”
“Uhm… w-well…”
“What?” 
“You’re-”
“Oh, not you too.” Eliza sighed. “Jimmy, back me up here. You know I show off my pussy when someone says the word ‘update’ to me. Right?”
The bird looked just as clueless under her confused, commanding stare. 
“Oh, fine.” she sighed. “Look, just put it in an email, Mindy, I’ll check in later. I’ve got a client to see.”
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