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.”

Eliza was a little annoyed at her subordinates’ apparent lack of awareness. They all surely understood the etiquette - and her responsibilities. She had a duty of care to her workers as the leader, and that included showing herself off. What sort of boss would she be if she didn’t have her pussy out?
She put it out of her head as she headed to the meeting room - she really didn’t want to keep the client waiting any longer. 

The grey-furred rabbit was waiting for her, his hands politely folded on the table. 
“Izzy.” Eliza smiled broadly, her grin combined with her icy eyes coming off as more menacing than welcoming. Izzy sort of shrank a little under her gaze, brushing gold-highlighted bangs away from his face and choking a smile.
Here he was - The Mad-Hatted Magnificent Mesmerist. Eliza’s star client. Not quite in his full glory at the moment.
He wasn’t dressed the way he was in his promotional material - why would he be? He’d draw too many eyes in the jet black suit and tophat with electric blue trim. The colour scheme was there, but significantly more casual, just a blue shirt and black trousers.
“Sorry I’m late,” Eliza said. “Did you get any coffee?”
“No thanks,” Izzy said. “I won’t stick around long, I just wanted to stop in since I was in the area.”
“We’re well on schedule,” Eliza offered as she sat rather close to him. “We’re actually printing out the larger banners right now, if you’d like to have a look.”
“That’d be great,” Izzy said. “Just… not right yet.”
As he spoke, he was already lifting a little pink crystal on a chain. Eliza scoffed.
“This again?” 
“Yeah.” Izzy lifted it higher, and the natural tug of war between the chain and gravity pulled the crystal in a pendulum swing. “I just wanted to have a quick practice, and thought you’d make a good subject, is all.”
“Hmph.”
Her eyes already followed the well-cut facets of the gem, out of unconscious instinct more than anything. “I appreciate you wanting to show off your skills and all that, but hypnosis doesn’t work on me. It didn’t work last time, and it won’t this time.”
“You think so?” Izzy was smiling. Like he knew something. He had that same sort of strange look that Eliza’s workers had. “You’re probably right, there’s no way I’m hypnotising you right now.”
“Mm-mm.” Eliza shook her head. 
“So you can look away,” Izzy continued. “You can look away at any time, since you’re not hypnotised. But you’re choosing not to. You’re following the pendant back and forth, but you’re not hypnotised. Right?”
“Right…” Eliza was listening to Izzy’s hypnotic patter, his smiling face fading into a sort of blurry smear behind the crystal clear charm. 
Maybe he’d hypnotised the whole office? Maybe that was why they were acting so suspicious…
If so, well, he was good.
It would have been nice if she could be hypnotised too. 
It would have been very nice if it worked… perhaps one day it would.
For now, though, she continued to follow, knowing she could look away whenever she liked. And she would. Eventually. Once the crystal was put away, once the magician gave up on his parlour tricks, they could get back down to business. She could go back to listening to his requests and doing as he said…
“Hey, you listening?”
“Hnn?” Eliza blinked, and Izzy came back into focus, though the swinging shape was slowly wiping it away again, like water off a windscreen.  “I’m sorry, what?”
“You sure you’re not getting hypnotised?”
“Very…sure.” But as he spoke, it started to fade away again. He was insatiable. She would just have to humour him - though she could sort of lip-read what he was saying. It looked like he’d said ‘shirt’… oh yeah. She was still wearing her blouse. Weird. She was pretty sure her boobs were supposed to be out.
She kept her eyes on the pendant even as she slowly unbuttoned from the top down, letting her breasts spill out for him. It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Otherwise they wouldn’t have had the same bounce and heave. It proved how much attention to detail she had for her clients.
Once her shirt was hanging open and her breasts were on show, she could continue with the meeting. 

…and once she stopped looking at the pendant, and proved that she wasn’t hypnotised. 
He was still at it, too. 
“This isn’t going to work, Izzy,” Eliza said, clearing her throat with one hand and fondling one of her tits with the other. “Your arm’s getting tired, I’m sure…”
He was talking, but she couldn’t understand him. Why was he mumbling? It sounded like he was mumbling.
“…update?” Only that word was loud and clear, and it made her start like she’d heard a gunshot.
Oh, she forgot to touch herself too. She spread her lips wide and adjusted herself, standing and shuffling onto the table before rubbing herself again and giving her whole attention to proving that the hypnosis wouldn’t work - as much as she wanted it to.

The pendant was gone. One swift tug and twist, and it was hidden in Izzy’s clenched fist.
“No good?” Izzy said. “Still not hypnotised?”
“Not this time.” Eliza said with a triumphant smirk. “Maybe you should try on Mindy - she’s probably a lot easier to put under.”
“Mm. Maybe.” Eliza was a little confused by how non-plussed and un-ruffled Izzy looked. “But oh well. Do you have any other things to show me?”
“Just another magic trick I’ve been working on. I think you’ll like this one. Just stay there.”
“Sure.” Eliza looked down at him, legs still spread, still rubbing at herself - why wouldn’t she be? 
Izzy, meanwhile, stood up from his seat, now clad in his magician’s outfit… when had he changed?
His black gloved fingers wiggled in her direction. His eyes gleamed with a magenta swirl. He began to chant in a low, dulcet drone.
The space between Eliza’s legs began to feel… magenta. Warm, vaguely sweet, sort of fluttery…
Her clit felt particularly fluttery. Like it was being filled with just barely bubbly liquid. In fact, as the sensation grew, her clit grew too. Flaring out, bulging out, shifting in shape as she was able to fit her fingers around the shaft of her new dick. The sensation bulged downwards at the base too, and her free paw was waiting to cradle the balls as they were conjured into being. Her netherlips vanished away to nothing, as if they’d never been there.
“Aaaand there!” Izzy clapped his hands together, blinking the swirls from his eyes as the spell completed. “You’ve got your dick back.”
“I’ve got my-?!” It took just a second - and a flicker of recognition in Izzy’s eyes, to remind her. She grinned as she kept rubbing herself - no reason to stop.
“How long were you hiding that from me?” Eliza said. “When did you make my dick disappear?”
“Long enough for you to forget you had one… but you have it back.”
“That’s… impressive. You really are incredible…”
Eliza rubbed the tip of her cock with her thumb as she massaged her nuts with her other hand. Purring contentedly and pridefully. She was lucky that she’d managed to snag such an incredible client. And she was glad she was back to having her proper junk - the dick and balls she always had.
Izzy had a curious smile throughout the whole meeting… but Eliza didn’t pass any comments. It wasn’t professional to do so.

After a long, productive discussion, she left the meeting room and took her slow winding route back through the office.

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 so her tits could be on full display, her erect cock bobbing and twitching as she took long, confident strides.
There were all those looks again… those curious, confused, slightly irritating looks. She ignored them. 
“I’m clocking out early,” she said, breezily making her way towards the lobby, and the exit. “Give yourselves an hour’s overtime, you’ve all done wonderful work. Bye bye, now!”
“M-Miss-“
She didn’t stop for Mindy, clearing straight out the door before the dumb-struck mouse could get out another syllable. 
Her dinner-plate eyes swept the room, meeting many pairs of equally-wide eyes.
There was a long, quiet pregnant pause, only broken by the rumble and whirr of the printer working on the magician’s poster.
It felt like someone should say something - some quip, something pithy, or some confirmation that they’d all seen their boss naked. But eventually, there was a silent, collective agreement to ignore it, pretend it didn’t happen, and clock out early for some free overtime.

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