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The last card had been sorted and as you wiped your eyes you could feel the sudden desire for sleep wash over you. You hadn’t checked the time until then and as you pulled out your phone you were only mildly surprised that it was almost midnight. Working for Sherri wasn’t as thrilling as you thought it would be but it was a lot better than some of the other choices, at least you weren’t standing in front of a hot greasy griddle flipping burgers and coming home needing to exfoliate the smell of hamburgers from your fur with an hour long shower. You quickly drag your hands along your muzzle and stand up, Sherri had told you to lock up that night which felt pretty good to your ego. She trusted you enough with a key. Although you were pretty sure there were cameras everywhere so you tempered your excitement with a dip in reality. 

The boxes of cards were shuffled into their spot, your eyes noticing how many more there still needed to be sorted but you tried to promise yourself it meant job security in a way. After all she couldn’t let you go if she needed you to work, right? Exactly. You had nothing to be afraid of and in fact you were pretty excited to get your first paycheck tomorrow too. Weekly pay definitely felt better than that every other week scam that always felt like you were stretched thin. With a deep exhale you began to open the door that led into the main front area of the store just in time to see, Sherri.. She was leaning back and her eyes closed.

Her moaning soft and spastic as her fingers dipped against her pussy cleft, you watched as her hand felt along her quim and her other arm resting atop of her head playing with her silken brown locks. You had just turned off the light behind you but by the motions of her body she either didn’t notice you watching or simply didn’t care. Her fingers delved into her snatch, juices dribbling against them as she crooned her pleasures to the empty store.

You didn’t say a word, you hardly even breathed, fearful that the most subtle movements would steal the moment away from you even if you were an unexpected voyeur. Maybe it wasn’t right to watch her leaning back in her chair, toes pressed against the ground with her heels lifted and thighs risen as her fingers disappeared into her succulent cunt leaving trails of juices along her thighs and upon the seat as she moaned out in bliss. You could smell the scent of her sex flooding your nostrils, gulped down your throat and filling your body with lustful desires.

The way her pussy was dipped and stirred around by her fingers made you ache in the same way, her slick covered fingers strumming her quim and your loins like the strings of a cello. You were surrounded by a desert of arousal and in front of you was the oasis of lust that promised pleasure and relief to quench your desperate thirst. Trembling you stood at the precipice of choices, what would you do? 

Would you stand there a desperate voyeur and watch as Sherri brought herself to orgasm in front of you?

Or

Would you step forwards and make your presence known?