Secretary's Dream Ch. 01

Why is it that alarms go off way too quickly? I looked at the clock, it claimed I had been asleep for 8 hours, but I could have sworn that I had just gotten to sleep. The blinking lights and the beep-beeping of the alarm made me sigh. I got up, hitting the snooze button to momentarily shut it up before rubbing my tired eyes. Hitting the switch on the side of the alarm, I looked at the time again. '6:05am' it proclaimed, as if to tease me.

Sighing, I began my morning regime. Stripping off my t-shirt and undies, I grabbed my fluffy purple toweling robe and headed for my shower. I lived alone, in a small apartment, so I didn't have to worry about walking around naked.

Turning on the water to a nice, fairly warm temperature, I set the robe onto the nearby toilet seat and grabbed the towel I used for my hair and set it nearby as well. When the room started to heat, I stepped into the shower. A soft purr exited my lips as the warm water massaged my body and head. Smiling, I grabbed some apple smelling body wash and a little scrubby and started to clean myself; arms, legs, armpits, chest, breasts, belly, groin. As the sudsy water drained I turned, letting the water run over my long hair. Reaching for my shampoo (also apple scented), I poured a large portion into my hand, before moving to my hair and creating a pile of suds and hair within a few moments.

I finished the shower with rinsing and conditioning my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I shivered a bit, reaching for the towel first. I lowered my head, letting the hair fall down around my face, in order to wrap the towel around it and flip it back so it would stay in place. Then, I pulled on the warm toweling robe and made my way back to my bedroom to find what I was to wear that day.

I have a job as a Secretary for a CEO of a company that makes unique clothing. I'll get more into that later. But for now, I'm sure you can figure out that I needed to dress nicely every day I worked (Which was Monday through Friday, 8 am to 5 pm). Moving to my Closet, I pulled out a cream colored, silk tank top, and a pinstriped skirt and jacket set. This would have to do for today. Setting the clothing onto my bed, I moved to my vanity and sat down, letting the robe fall off of my arms onto the back of the chair and pulling my long hair out of the towel. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled a bit.

I was not what a normal person might find attractive. Long, wavy, blue-grey hair fell around my shoulders, a white streak at the very front of it almost as an accent. Piercing green eyes looked at myself, with an all-seeing eye that seemed to see faults that nobody else could see. Atop my head, a twin set of cat ears perched, the fur a blue-grey as well. The fur continued on my face, as well as the rest of my body, including a feline tail that sprouted from just above my ass. I licked my lips, the muzzle that I had been born with opening just slightly.

Because I was furred, I could not wear makeup. Sighing, I grabbed a brush. I had two that sat on the vanity at all times; a boar-bristle brush for my fur and a regular brush for my hair. I had grabbed the latter of the two, pulling it through the damp locks. As I did this, I looked over my body a bit more. My breasts were not too large, but not too small either, sitting at a large C, small D. They were perky, naturally, and just through the fur you could see a hint of a nipple on either one. My abdomen was not rock hard, but it was not flabby either. I like to call it athletic, but I could probably lose a few pounds as well.

While I was sitting on my rump, and couldn't very well see it, I knew what it looked like. Under my tail, it made a perfect, upside-down, heart. Many guys who were into such things had gazed at the arse when I was in high school and the few years of college that I had gone to. And a few had even been allowed to play with it. But, I had never really had a steady boyfriend that I had trusted enough to plunge into it, so its virginity was still intact. The opposite side of me, however, was another story. The fur that grew there was slightly longer and slightly darker as well. It was straight, like the rest of my body's fur, and unlike the pictures I had seen online of human girl's lower fur. It nicely hid the treasure trove that guys seem to lose all IQ points when around.

My legs were athletic as well; a bit of fat, but not enough to be really noticeable. Mostly muscle. I loved to run and swim, so that had helped my leg's muscle tremendously. However, my legs weren't completely like those of most humans. In fact, this is where I stood out the most and what prevented me from going to any Sears, JCPennys, or even Wal*Mart to buy clothing. My legs are what are known as Digitigrade. This means that I have, essentially, two knees; one, like humans do, then a lower one, more like that of a cat (reversed). I walk on my equivalent of hind-paws and because of that; also wear no shoes or socks.

As I finished brushing my hair and my fur, I stood, stretching from ears to the tip of my tail. Glancing at the clock I panicked a bit. The self-looking had taken more time than I had thought and I only had about 10 minutes to dress and get out the door. I quickly pulled on my glasses and, stepping quickly to my bed, I pulled on my clothing; as well as diving into my nearby dresser for a cream set of boy-short undies and a matching bra (both fairly lacy). Holding the jacket and purse in my hand, I ran to the kitchen for a soda from the fridge than ran out the door.

As I ran up the block, I got there just as the bus did. Panting, I pulled out my card for the bus (I bought rides by the month) and climbed on. I always got a cheerful greeting from the bus driver, but I'm not sure if it was because he genuinely liked me, or because I was weird. Either way, I moved to the back of the bus to sit with the other "weirdoes" like me.

There was another feline (a Lion by the name of Benjamin, rather than domestic like me. He always looks so strong.), a reptile, Marius (I believe he was a gecko, but I can't be certain), a Mouse, Katlyn (Her mother thought it would be cute to add "Kat" into her name. I've always wanted to pet her ears, but have never had the guts to ask), and a crane, Helen (who stood on one leg, rather than sat). We weren't required by any means to sit in the back, but it made life easier. That way, people didn't have to complain about having to sit nearby, and our tails were not subject to being stepped on by children and adults alike. Plus it gave us a little safe haven for the ride to and from work.

The ride to work only took about 20-minutes total. I always enjoyed the rocking of the bus as it moved. There was a bit of chit-chat (hairballs, laying eggs, building nests, etc) everyday, but for the most part, our little entourage sat in silence the bus trip. I waved goodbye to the closest friends I'd ever really had and got off the bus in front of the building I worked in.

Now, I know that I mentioned that I would get back to this earlier, so here goes. I work for the only manufacturer of clothing meant for being with unique needs. They make pants with holes for tails (Benjamin, Katlyn, and I needed these), clothing for winged folk (like Helen), as well as clothing that won't shred when worn over scales (like Marius needed).

I walked into work, waving to the security officer (I think he might have had a crush on me at some point) and moved to the elevator, swiping my name badge through the reader and pushing the right keys to give me access. Pressing the 'up' button, I waited a few moments for the doors to open and allow me entrance. I was alone in the elevator, as usual, since I tended to get to work earlier than I needed in order to start the coffee machine and so forth.

When I arrived on the top floor (which only had the CEOs office, and my desk in the lobby, on it) I flipped on the lights, moving towards my desk. There was a note upon it from the owner, left the night before, asking if this morning I would make the coffee for him black, rather than his usual sugar and cream. That, I could do.

Unlocking the CEO's office (and running the sleeve of my jacket over the nameplate that claimed his name to be JEAN RAGHNALL DREISER), I entered, turning on that light as well, and starting the coffeemaker that sat on a counter to one side of the office. Moving to his desk, I made sure it was orderly (a job that wasn't mine, but I enjoyed it anyway) and then made sure that the chairs that sat opposite were straight.

I exited the office after making sure that the coffee pot would stay warm after it was done brewing. Sitting in my desk, I stared at the picture that was hung opposite, of Jean Dreiser himself. I smiled, squirming a bit in my chair. I had had a crush on him for the five years that I had worked for his company. I had been promised that I could advance, but being the personal secretary of a CEO, there isn't much advancement. I got a raise every year, as well as a bonus check around Christmas. There were far worse jobs I could have (Sitting on one's butt and answering phone calls, occasionally being called in to dictate a letter isn't a bad job), but there was one better. Being his personal assistant, I would get to sit in the same room as him every day. Have personal contact every day. Get to drool over his handsome body, every day.

I looked back at the picture across from me. His face was fairly chiseled, with high cheek bones and slightly shallow cheeks. His eyes were a brilliant green color, as if someone had taken the leaves of a young tree and ground them into his eyes. Long, dark brown hair hung around his face and shoulders, curling slightly at the tips. His skin was slightly tanned, but it was natural.

I squirmed in my seat again.

I had wanted him from the moment I had an interview for the position, five years previously. Every time I looked at that picture for too long, or I had to help him with one thing or another, I felt myself dampen between my thighs. There were a few instances that I had to work with him all morning, and by lunch was so dripping wet that I had to take care of it in the bathroom in order to be able to function the rest of the day. For this reason, I kept a small vibrator hidden in my desk at all times.

I felt myself longing for the vibrator. It was one of those that had not only a vibrating tip the moved inside of you, but had a clitoral stimulator. It was probably large enough that it would have been easy to find had someone gone digging in my drawers, but small enough that – knowing it was there – I could hide it fairly easily. Opening the drawer I kept it in all the way, I moved the file folders enough that I could see its purple color. Smiling to myself, I closed the drawer, knowing that I would probably have to use it today. As I looked up from the drawer I jumped a bit as I saw Jean standing before me.

Did he see it? I thought to myself as I suppressed a blush.

"Good Morning Sir!" I exclaimed, standing as gracefully as I could when I was around him.

Today, his long hair was pulled back in a leather strap, holding it in a pony tail. His chest was covered in a slightly tight, blue, Polo shirt, and, from what I could tell, his lower half was covered in form-fitting black slacks. I felt my eyes catch at his crotch and immediately looked back up at his gorgeous eyes. "Anything I can get for you this morning?" I asked, blushing a bit brighter.

A smile crept upon Jean's face and he shook his head a bit. "That's alright. Is the coffee ready?" his voice was like butter. Smooth, rich, and made me want to melt. It wasn't deep, but it wasn't high either. I guess they call it Baritone.

"Yes sir!" I said, probably with a bit too much enthusiasm. "Ready and waiting. I'll come pour you a cup." I followed him around the desk and to his office. Moving to the coffee pot, I poured him a mug-full, careful to not spill any, and carried it over to his desk, setting it upon the coaster he left there for that purpose. As I bent down to set the hot mug upon the desk, I caught a whiff of his cologne. It was a bit musky, and spicy. It made me want to place my nose against him and breathe deeply the smell that was him, but I resisted. I knew the rules about fraternizing with co-workers, and I could only assume that meant double for the CEO.

Standing and running my paw-like-hands over my skirt, I looked at him to be dismissed. But, it didn't happen. He sat down at his desk and opened a drawer, taking out a small, wrapped package. He held it out to me.

"You've been with us since the get-go, five years ago today." He said, turning to face me full on. "You deserve this"

I took the package, with a shaking hand, afraid that within it, it said something about being fired or demoted. Moving to sit down, I slowly pulled the ribbon bow and pulled the paper from the small package. As I opened the velvet-covered box, I saw two things. One was a necklace with an emerald pendant, the color the same as Jean's eyes. The other was a hand-written note. I took the note out and read it.

"Dear Ms. Faith Compton,

I would firstly like to thank you for being with us for these five years. Your work has been fabulous the whole time, and your face has been a welcome site every morning, no matter how bad the night before had been.

Secondly, I would like to offer you a place as my executive assistant. You would work hand-in-hand with me daily to make our company and product better for those who need them the most (like yourself).

You need not get back to me immediately, but I look forward to your answer

Sincerely yours-

JEAN RAGHNALL DREISER"

I couldn't help but gasp and drop both the letter and the beautiful necklace to the ground, even though I was sitting. Looking up, I looked for some form of joke upon Jean's face, but saw none. "Mr. Dreiser..." I stammered, blinking a few times and not sure what to say. "I... I'm honored."

Quickly he was around the desk and kneeling in front of me, picking up the discarded letter and necklace from the ground. "Here, let me help you with this" he said softly, his voice almost a purr from the rumble as he talked quietly.

Placing the letter upon the chair next to me, he picked up the box, extracting the delicate chain from its confines and unclasping it. He leaned over me, almost forcing my knees to separate so he could get close enough to wrap his strong arms around my neck, clasping the necklace there, below my hair.

The charm fell upon my bare chest – the shirt I had worn cut low to show off just the tops of my cleavage. I wasn't certain, but I could have sworn he looked down at the cleavage itself before sitting back upon his knees before me.

"Mmm you smell good." He said softly, almost as if it wasn't meant for me to hear it. I probably wouldn't have if I didn't have the hearing of a cat. Beside me, my tail tip flicked against my leg, letting me know that I was aroused – as if I needed a reminder.

"Thank you, sir. Its apple scented." I replied, biting my lower lip a bit, nervous in so close of proximity.

"Please, call me Jean." He said, moving slightly closer, a hand lifting to the knee that my skirt barely covered.