Diane seems to need some venting. Good thing she came prepared

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Short Story

Taking the Edge Off

Diane shoved the door to her office open, her black high heels clacking on the hardwood floor like they were counting down the seconds ‘til she lost it. Lunchtime had hit, and the mayor’s office was a ghost town—everyone had bailed, leaving a quiet that felt almost creepy after the nonstop craziness of the last few weeks. That whole mess with the meteorite, the mind control gadget, and the endless arguing had finally started to cool off, and the city was creeping back to something like normal. She dragged a hand through her ginger fur, her emerald eyes squinting as she grumbled, “Man, that meeting went totally off the rails.”

Mr. Wolf peeked up from the corner where he’d been messing with a stack of memos and schedules. He’d been her aide long enough to basically be her shadow now, always hanging around with a calm vibe or a quick comment to keep her from flipping out. “Eh, could’ve been worse,” he said, his voice all smooth and easy, though his sharp eyes clocked the way her shoulders were all tensed up. “You didn’t snap at anybody, so I’m calling it a win.”

She smirked, chucking her bag onto a chair. “Yeah, barely.” Her fingers tugged at the collar of her white blouse like it was strangling her. That meeting had been a total trainwreck—council folks yapping at each other, numbers not adding up—and she could still feel the frustration knotted up tight in her chest. She needed a breather, something to shake it off. And Wolf, chilling there with his easy grin and quiet confidence, was starting to look like the perfect fix.

She strolled over to her desk, her curvy frame swaying a little extra, that tight black pencil skirt hugging her hips just right. “Gotta take the edge off,” she muttered, half to herself, and hit a button on the desk’s control panel. With a soft buzz, the privacy blinds slid down over the windows, shutting out the world. The room got dimmer, the light softening around them, and all of a sudden, it was like they were the only two people left in the whole damn city.

Wolf’s tail twitched, and he raised an eyebrow. “What’s that for?” he asked, leaning back against the filing cabinet with his arms crossed. He was playing it cool, but there was a little glint in his eyes, like he was wondering where this was headed.

Diane didn’t say anything right off. Instead, she yanked open a drawer and pulled something out, moving slow and deliberate. She spun around, holding up a pack of condoms between two fingers like it was some kinda trump card. Wolf’s eyes went wide for a split second before he caught himself, but she caught it—the quick flash of shock, the heat sneaking in behind it.

“Alright,” she said, her voice dropping low, “I really need to chill out a bit.” Her fingers started on the buttons of her blouse, popping ‘em open one by one. The fabric split apart, showing off the black bra underneath—more like a bikini top than fancy lingerie, the lace barely holding in her big breasts, her ginger fur popping against the dark color. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms, and Wolf’s breath hitched.

He didn’t budge, didn’t say a word, just watched as she reached down and hiked her pencil skirt up her thighs, flashing the garter belt hooked to her black stockings and the thin strap of her black thong peeking out. The air between ‘em got thick, buzzing with something hot and heavy. She locked eyes with him then, her emerald gaze sparking with mischief and something more, something that made his heart kick up a gear.

“Well,” she purred, stepping closer, “you gonna be a good boy and help me out?”

She hopped up onto the edge of the desk, plopping down like it was her personal throne, and reached back to unhook her bra. It loosened up, slipping down just enough to show off her perky nipples, teasing him with every little breath she took. Wolf swallowed hard, his hands flexing like he wasn’t sure what to do with ‘em.

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