Business Hours

People had been running in and out of the office all week, and whether it was mobilizing the troops or simple panic seemed to depend on the day. Until this week, the product roll-out had been going great, and everyone was convinced it was gonna be all promotions and stock options, the whole nine. But then the lawsuits came, the big boys saying their ideas had been stolen.

"Can it really be theft if people love our product and are sick of theirs," Juniper would often ask, the squirrel scoffing at the temerity of her former employer's legal actions. Seemingly every day, they found and took a new opportunity to remind her why she left, as with their former customers looking for something new, fresh, or even just not mind-bendingly obnoxious. By her own suggestion, they'd brought a friend of hers on board, Adrian. "Otterny at law," he'd call himself, desperately trying to make that a thing. Zero chance somebody hadn't thought of it first, Juniper had said, and zero chance it wasn't lame then, too. They liked to give each other a hard time. Hence their multiple run-ins with each other on the app.

Chasr, it was called, kind of the crown jewel of this little experiment known as Triapolis, an Adults-Only City representing the new age in laws and regulation, or in many ways, a lack thereof. Adrian said he saw it as an intriguing new challenge, practicing law in a town where public nudity was far more legal than almost anywhere else in the world. Settling patent disputes between corporations probably wasn't what he had in mind when he made the jump, but what his legal career lacked in excitement, He and Juniper more than made up for on Chasr. The simplest way to explain it was, hide and seek, but "fun," as Juniper often said. You sign up as a Chasr, or a Runnr (Or just a Watchr but what kind of joyless husk of a person did that?) and well, if you're a Runnr, and you flip that switch, you're fair game to any Chasr in the city. A city in which all kinds of whimsical things are now legal in a Frozen Yogurt shop, or say, a dentist's office, all while a global audience turned in on various cameras located around the city and on the person of the participants.

For Juniper and Adrian, it was the perfect foil for their friendship, what better way to rib your otter pal than by making faces at him while you blueball him from the fire escape? What better way to pull one over on your squirrel bud by bending her over the falafel cart when she lets her guard down for that one moment? A lot of people thought the Chasrs had all the fun but as a diehard Runnr, Juniper couldn't describe the satisfaction of taking somebody like Adrian, and all of his shirt-intentionally-one-size-too-small "Oh, gee, I guess I've been working out lately" humble-bragging nonsense, and denying him that release, denying him that opportunity to show her and the world what that week's delt reps could do. Oh yeah, he'd swear up and down he wasn't that guy, and he mostly wasn't, but in the heat of the chase, among all the bystanders, his exposed coat glistening in the hot sun, was it hard to believe that a strapping, randy otter dog in the prime of his life wanted to show his stout, firecracker squirrel doe of a friend what he could do once he had her in his grip?

From experience, Juniper could emphatically say, absolutely not. And that's what made it so fun to make him struggle for it. Of course, if this activity had some kind of invisible crown, she had to admit it was probably currently atop his head. She'd actually given him the slip on the last couple of chases but nobody remembers that. Instead, they remembered what had happened a couple weeks prior. Details weren't important, suffice to say, a lot of people saw it, and she had to apologize for ruining a birthday party when it was over. But with Adrian coming in today to take depositions, she had a pretty good idea for how to get him back, which began in earnest in the breakroom, around 10am.

"Hey," she said chirped as he shuffled in, having already had his fill of the parade of VP's. "Having fun?"

"What was his name," Adrian muttered, desperately pouring coffee that may or may not have been for him. "Dennis? VP of marketing?"

"Yep, that's Dennis," nodded Juniper, with a smile.

"Fuck Dennis."

"You catch on quick," she quipped, joining him over at the counter. "Reckon you could use a distraction, happy boy. See anything interesting on Chasr today?"

"I'm on the clock," reminded Adrian, wishing he had more than caffeine to inject into his veins. "And anyway, it's a Tuesday morning, who's gonna be on? Everyone I know functions, sorta."

"Ya sure?" prodded the doe, her buck teeth biting on her lip as she grinned at the otter. He just stared in response, slowly realizing what she seemed to be implying.

"...Shut up," Adrian said incredulously, digging his phone out from his khakis. With a few taps and swipes, he'd made it over to the page of @MoonInJune.

Status: ACTIVE

He turned and met her eyes again. "Are you out of your fucking - "

"What did you say that time you grabbed me on the G train, 'I can do this in my sleep?' Well that's only the second most impressive place you could do it, for my money."

After another puzzled stare, Adrien quickly stuffed his phone away shaking his head. "Listen, based on the number of memes you send me during business hours, I admit I'm not entirely sure what it is you do here during the day. Actually, to see it with my own eyes is pretty much confirming everything I figured. But me, I work. I'm working now, in fact."

"Whatever, just saying, Mr. 'any time, anywhere,' this is indeed a time and a place, ball's in your court," taunted Juniper with a flip of her ruby hair, heading for the door.

Adrian ran a paw through his dreadlocks, and down over his face. This day was already way too long.

"...Well, I guess I wouldn't say it was exactly 2:00," Brent Pansley recalled, the Administrative Assistant having some, allegedly, valuable information.

"Okay, but, approximately, around that time, would you say," Adrian asked, bouncing one leg up and down the longer this went on.

"...Well, what's 'ballpark,' exactly."

"I don't - fifteen minutes? Somewhere in there?"

"Mr. Banner, he can answer it himself," interrupted the vixen on the other end of the table. Representing the other place, she was effectively his arch nemesis here, and not just because she was another privileged and entitled red fox.

"Well, I wouldn't call the spread fifteen minutes," continued Brent. "I couldn't see be off by that much, but maybe...eleven minutes? Well, definitely no more than thirteen."

"Between 2:00 and 2:15, got it," scribbled Adrian, considering the merits of becoming an alcoholic after 40 minutes of this. "You know, I think that's pretty much all I need Brent, thank you."

After waiting for the other side to finish up, Adrian endeavored to get as far away from Brent and his many, specific details as possible. Scoping out a primo location next to the copier, he checked the time on his phone. As he suspected - not nearly late enough. Scrolling through his apps, he noticed a mess of new notifications. He knew better. He really did. But with a tap, he checked them, anyway. The first was a mention from Juniper, from her Chasr profile:

Welp, I've laid down the challenge for @ABbaybee, but so far, I guess, he doesn't have the nerve. Or maybe the energy. Both? Sad.

An annoyed blast of air hissed through Adrian's black nose as he scrolled the responses to her post. Anything from "cmon ab be a man," which was dumb, to "In his defense, I can't think of a bigger turnoff than the smell of unsolicited workplace popcorn," which was actually pretty funny. Still, she can't have seriously thought he'd go along with this - Chasr is a weekend activity. They could make all the fun they wanted, he'd more than make up for it come Saturday. But for now, unfortunately, it was time to talk to the Events Coordinator.

~~~

The problem with this place was that everyone was just stupid enough to be annoying but not stupid enough to be medically fascinating. Adrian was just leaving the "Agate" conference room, still questioning what "phonetically true" could have possibly meant when Juniper walked by, with a smile. She didn't say anything, simply glided by...telling her tail brush over his chest and beneath his chin as she went. Okay, yes, the scent of that wall of fur she dragged behind her did, briefly, remind him of those times he had yanked it taught because she damn sure wasn't going anywhere until he was done - HOWEVER - Adrian was a professional, and the occasional, stray, ridiculously sexy thought wasn't going to derail him from performing the skilled work for which he was being paid.

A follow up with Brent, however, might do him in.

A sigh. He'd left an energy drink out in the car. He needed it now more than ever.

~~~

"How long were you involved in Project Blue?" asked Adrian, as the tech looked back incredulously.

"Well, I was involved in Project Azure, as I had originally named and scoped it. They came up with Blue later. Frankly, I wash my hands of it."

"Well, officially, it's known as Project Blue," insisted Adrian, with audible exasperation in his voice. If his lop weren't so damn annoying, he might actually be cute as hell, at least worth a hate-fuck.

The tech shrugged. "Depending on who you ask."

Several minutes later, Adrian trudged defeatedly out from the "Neon" conference room. The killer was that he was pretty sure these guys had a strong case against the accusations, but were so far the most insufferable assholes on the planet that he almost wanted to testify against them on those factors alone.

From down the hall, Juniper leaned up casually against the wall, typing furiously on her phone. Today had been fun, so far. Practically speaking yes, doing a chase in the office was a bad idea, which is why it worked out so well that Adrian had always had such a stuck up his ass about his work-life balance, or whatever. He wouldn't actually do it, hell, she could never even get him to do it after work. "Weekend activity" he insisted. Sure, she'd probably pay for it come Saturday, but for now? It was nice to just watch him agonize. She was just finishing up her latest Chasr profile message when she noticed Adrian approaching:

I'm sorry to tell you all, that the man who threw me onto the table of five at Tito's is no more. The @ABbaybee we admired and revered is gone :(

She could hear his phone ping and looked on in delight as he actually stopped to pull it out. He held it up to his face, swiped a few times. He put the phone down. Locked eyes with her. A swift and simple middle finger, before turning the corner.

Juniper snickered, her boisterous tail flicking in satisfaction as she headed for the candy machine.

~~~

"Oh yeah for sure, Bucky was my favorite, dumb name and all," Juniper chirped, leaning against the side of fellow squirrel Caley's cube.

"I feel like the only reason they've got this weird hybrid voting system on the show is just to give the non-squirrels a chance," reasoned Caley, sipping from her soda. "I'm just saying what we're all thinking. Like yeah, that rat dude, what's his name...Andres, like yeah, he mantles pretty good for a rat but in a just world, he's gone, and Bucky stays."

"Andres can stay, I'm not...done with him," Juniper insisted, with a flick of her tail. "But you can get rid of Aiden any time. Any Aiden, honestly, in any context."

"Oh hey, are the lawyers still running around here? The big wigs - which I guess means you - were all paranoid about what to say or what not to say."

Juniper checked her watch. "Nah, it's like...just past 4:30, I think they're gone for the day. I'm a little worried about our guy. I think our coworkers are charming in a tragic way but I don't think he sees it like that."

"Oh! That reminds me," Caley squeaked, gesturing around the area. "That new custodian is like...good? Which is weird? And I feel like somebody should give him a You-Go slip but I'm all out."

"Ah, yeah, I got some in the drawer in my desk, I'll grab you a few."

Juniper scurried down the hall, toward her office. Maybe after this, she'd take off early, she had a taste for fun now, and while she wasn't sure what form that would take, she was confident she wouldn't find much of it here. Reaching her office, she pushed open the slightly ajar door, stepping inside. She hadn't remembered leaving it open but she was admittedly pretty distracted for most of the day. Arriving at her desk, she pulled open the drawer.

THUD

Juniper's head snapped back at the sound of her door slamming shut, her eyes following the lengths of the dark, toned arm pressed against it, all the way over to the broad shoulders and ultimately haggard face of Adrian, who stood stoically at the door, still in his button up but having ditched his jacket and, perhaps more notably, his khakis. The black-fleshed extension protruded out from under the last button of his light blue shirt, pointed straight ahead as if locked onto its target. Adrian's paw slid down to the doorknob, pushing in the lock, before his arm fell uniformly to his side. Juniper couldn't help but notice thin band which affixed the BluVeu camera to the otter's leg, but as much as she wanted to ask if he'd gone home to get it, or in fact had it with him all day, she didn't really have the time, Adrian taking those first, deliberate steps toward her. That familiar fight-or-flight response took over the female rodent's reflexes, as she bolted for the door, attempting to use her natural agility to dive past the otter who blocked the only exit. That he worked up the nerve to actually do this would only make a triumphant escape that much sweeter in terms of bragging rights, but she wouldn't have to think too much on what she was going to say, because she gone maybe five feet before those powerful arms of his clamped around her torso as she tried to duck beneath him.

"Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh," Adrian muttered dryly as he sinched his grip tighter.

She immediately felt her feet lifted off of the carpeting, her entire body hoisted up as those webbed fingers slipped beneath her collar, popping the buttons right off of her blouse as he tore it from her figure.

"I've had one of the longest days...of my life," Adrian recalled in labored breath, tossing the blouse away, before going to work on the skirt. "And you've been fucking with me for most of it, June," And there went the skirt. "So, you're going over...rgh...to that couch. And you're not getting off of it for the next...eleven-to-thirteen minutes."

With her panties now sliding down past her knees, Juniper felt herself carried over toward the front of the room and, as promised, tossed onto the little sofa. Not that she had many options, since, she couldn't exactly run out into the halls without her clothing, but even if she had a plan, it was pretty moot as Adrian added the full weight of a long day on top of the weight advantage he already enjoyed over her, applying both to her neck and shoulders, pinning her soundly into the cushions. Looked like there wasn't going to be any foreplay this time, as she could feel the otter's rock-hard flesh poking impatiently through the fur on her rump and at the base of her tail, before zeroing in on the bullseye, the tip prodding into her femininity about a half inch.

"Damn dude," she chittered, her words muffled by the cushions her face was currently being shoved into. "Brent and Dennis must've really done a - aannnhhh...unnnnngggg..."

Yeah, there it was, the warmth of the otter dog's erect pride parting her fur and folds, with each familiar valley and undulation over the length of it checking in at the entrance as it pushed its way in. Normally after doing this, he'd give her a moment to 'think about it,' and really let the feeling of is triumph sink in, but on this particular business day, the humps started immediately. With the way the back of the couch was slamming against the wall with every thrust, even if she was lucky enough for nobody to hear and figure out what the sound was, she'd still have to come up with some story to tell maintenance about the marks likely to be left behind. It wouldn't be long until he eased his weight from her shoulders to instead plant himself against the stop of the sofa for added leverage. Juniper wasn't sure if he somehow knew that she wasn't going anywhere but there seemed to be a mutually agreed upon fact that this fuck was happening. The way things were already going, hell, just based on those grunts and growls bubbling up deep in his throat, she'd be surprised if he didn't give her the bite before it was over.

So she was in for it now, and even Juniper knew she had nobody to blame but herself. She was hoping to make a big joke of her poor, desperate friend's workplace frustration, she loved to watch him squirm. Yet indeed, it was her who found herself squirming beneath the punishment pummeling of his hips against her rump, and based on all the notifications she could hear pinging off of her phone from the desk behind her, the viewing audience, who had the best seats in the house thanks to those cameras strapped to she and Adrian's thighs, were having the time of their lives watching the results of her hubris. So much for taking back the 'crown.' Even in her own, executive's office, Arian was firmly establishing himself as king, deposing her over her very own throne.

She hated how god damn into that she was.

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The first of...maybe two commissions using this pose as a base. This one is for NilsDaWolf on FA.