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Chapter 27: A New Job
So, I am now unemployed and this is not fine.
After Hope came to visit the flat, we had a lengthy conversation about the matter which then extended to when Ambar came to visit. There's much to say about these talks, but I will be brief for a couple of reasons. First, Hope was completely on my side of the situation. Despite what little doubts I had about her take when it came to the sudden decision to just quit the job, she admitted that I already had other reasons to leave and this one was just the last straw.
What really made the Gazelle Prime understand this was bad was how this was pretty much what happened to her back when she was dating Shin. She thought it had been something she messed up with due to how reluctant he had been about reconciling, but the way he behaved with Naerie was enough to confirm her many suspicions that he was genuinely too invested in his non-confrontational attitude. Our conversation was relatively limited since she favored keeping an eye on Hikari since the girl knew what was up at this point.
Next up was Ambar and she was quite serious through it all despite the tiny smiles she allowed to appear on her face. She sat beside her daughter, trying to reach out and only get something out of her around dinnertime. Naerie wasn't exactly 100% functioning, but she was responsive and that was enough to give hope to prevent any issues in that regard. It wasn't going to be a smooth recovery but she was going to make one in due time.
After talking about it, the topic regarding my current plight was brought up by the High Prime, and the woman gave me an option that left me perplexed. She couldn't exactly give me any big government-related job since there were laws preventing humans from doing this sort of stuff due to a few issues happening years ago. Primes just didn't want to risk it by having some potential dangerous spy trying to do everything to get their hands on Nanozell Technology. I was an exception when it came to Zip, but that was the best leeway I could get out of my current predicament.
What Ambar could do without endangering herself and me was to give me instructions on who to seek out for that matter. She gave me an address, told me to wear casual clothes and to not expect any formal questions through the job interview. I was a bit perplexed about it and, rather than wait and see what place I was going to apply to, I had Zip look into it. What she found was limited but enough to provide me with a clear view of where I was going.
Lovely Lines was a Body-Painting and Tattoo shop that had been opened up two or so years before Shin set up the business. The owner, Angel Loveridge, had little to no presence on social media, with the pictures the Nanozell Spirit could find being dated back to her college years. She went at Prism Uni, something that made for a good reason to inquire Hope about her but... since the girl wasn't around at the time and since I didn't want to dig any deeper to build myself some expectation of success that could really be uncertain, I decided to drop it and let improvisation do the most.
And I know, I could have gotten a bit more preparation but I found it somewhat unnecessary as Ambar had gone through great lengths to mention how this Angel was not going to create me any issues since she has been looking for someone to keep an eye on the cash register for a while now and that she would 'find me reliable enough for the task'.
It could mean many things, but I had a feeling that the High Prime had purposely pushed me into a potential job opening which was approachable due to a potential recommendation. It didn't mean anyone could do it, but since Ambar vouched for my skills, I had the chance to show I could do it.
Which is what I had all intentions to do.
So, after a mostly sleepless night spent wondering how this was going to go, I went through my usual routine until it was time to start walking out of the flat. It was a weird thing to stop going to a place you have been checking on for months but... I found it surprisingly easy to just stop doing anything born from muscle memory itself and start taking steps towards my old workplace, and focused on getting on this address I had to check. Normally I would be more unfocused in this regard, but I guess the context behind this change set me up to be less interested to visit the old place.
The stroll was, surprisingly enough, also less tedious than it had been back when I used to walk my way at the shop. It was almost around the corner if I ignored the fact 'around the corner' was also going through two whole blocks before reaching my destination. As I arrived, I found myself frowning as I saw two conflicting signs by the door. The first one was the 'Closed' tag, the other was the paper with the opening-closing schedule which confirmed the shop was meant to be open at this point.
Was it open or not?
I looked around but couldn't see anyone struggling over this matter and... I just checked the handle to see if it could turn it. Turns out that the door was open, confusing me even more as I stepped inside before closing the door behind me. Zip buzzed from her gem and I looked down.
"What do you think?"
"It's odd but," The gem muttered quietly. "It's open. I just checked her website and there's no announcement for skipping the work day."
I offered a slow nod at this, and turned my attention to the shop itself. It looked like a barber shop or something like that- except, instead of tools meant to assist a barber in their service, there were painting and tattoo equipment laying around for the owner and main worker to use here. Also, there was a light coming from a nearby room. This last bit interested me enough to go up and check what it was all about.
What I didn't expect to find was the owner sitting butt naked in front of a mirror and using a brush to paint on her body over her fur. I heard it was a trend that had developed a few years ago, but I was still surprised the practice actually worked. I wasn't sure what sort of paint allowed for these precise drawings to remain imprinted like that but... it looked like a good job. A bit messy at the moment since she was supposedly trying out numerous drawings at once which really didn't match in their combined form, but was still a list of precise art.
Angel Loveridge was a Bunny Prime with dark fur and darker long hair. Pink eyes broke from the all-black combo, sparkling with interest and a degree of annoyance as she laid her gaze on me. Soon, the girl snorted and, tilted her head to the side, clearly fine with someone staring at her nude self.
"And here is the human I was waiting for," She hummed, taking a moment to stand up. "So, you're the guy Lady Ambar said could help me up with the shop, aren't you?"
"Yeah?"
"Good. Well, I need some help to understand why customers aren't coming right now," The Bunny Prime replied calmly, walking up to me and ignoring the fact she was still very naked and very sexy. "You are smart, aren't you?"
"I am-"
"Then go and-"
"It's the closed sign."
...
Pink eyes widened in surprise. "Oh- Oh shit, that's..."
Angel facepalmed, groaning against her palm and then offering a tired look.
"Sorry, it's been... a long week."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, trying to make ends meet, tightening the belt. And doing some... 'side jobs'," Angel elaborated. "Still, your name is John. John Bukharin."
"That's me," I replied, but before I could say more the woman hummed.
"Lady Ambar told me a few things. Like how you're good handing PC stuff, keeping a good look on finances and the fact you outfuck Hope Ravenhurst."
I frowned at that last one. "I wouldn't say outfuck. We just... are together and quite happy with our bed life."
"Which means you outfucked her to the point she's loyal in bed to a degree," Angel rebuked. "Still, I doubt I can get you started today due to this fuck-up. Sit down."
I complied slowly to this order, the girl soon shifting so she could lie down with her face close to me and a giddy grin on her face.
"Here's the deal. I am really fine with a human like ya to take care of the business side of things. If the High Prime says you are a good guy, then I believe that. However, I want to see something for myself."
"What do you mean?" I asked and she pointed at my groin, specifically at my half-boner. "You mean you want to... fuck?"
"Too early for that and it will happen only if you've done a really good job. No, I want to give it a try with a BJ since..." Angels sighed, eyes closing for a moment. "I have been skipping some stuff to relieve myself for a while. And let's just say I normally am a girl with big needs."
"...I suppose that would be fine," I admitted, shrugging a bit. "And I suppose the contract-signing can wait for tomorrow."
She nodded distractedly, her attention aimed at my crotch as I pulled my pants and underwear down. The full mast was completely exposed and the girl hummed as she studied it with an experienced eye.
"Not the biggest, but definitely in the top twenty."
Only twenty?
"What? You thought I would have put you higher?" The Bunny Prime hummed giddily, her soft hand masterfully stroking the length with greater intensity. "Hold out with this and I may reward you with something to soothe your 'bruised male ego'."
"I-I am not like that," I remarked flatly, causing her to chuckle.
"Says the one that got a bit butthurt for getting a 'low rank'. Just enjoy the fact your boss will treat you nicely if you behave like a good boy~."
As she was done saying that, she started to lap over the shaft, masterfully coating it in her saliva before starting to suck on the tip. Moments later her whole mouth sheathed my cock, the Bunny Prime shivering in clear pleasure as one of her hands had darted to her groin. Her eyes were open and aimed at me, making for quite the lewd face as she suckled at my length. Angel reminded me a bit of Hope in that regard, with her meticulous approach being quite cautious and yet particularly forward compared to many other girls.
So, I had a bit of an idea as she was distracted with the BJ. I grasped her cheeks and... started to fuck her face. I was taking a big risk, but it was clear that Angel was into rough stuff by mentioning having had 'bigger dicks'. Turns out I was right. At first, she tensed up in surprise, but once the pace settled in the girl began to grow more subdued and moan more in the fellatio. I thrusted in and out of her, threating her mouth like a pussy and then, after a couple of minutes of intense face-fucking, the girl got a big cum load drenching her belly. She was sweating a lot, some of the color applied on her fur having melted a bit due to the heat and she looked completely engrossed within the moment... before she 'woke up' and sighed lustfully.
"Hmm~, you may not be bigger than my ex, but you sure taste better... and you sure can pick up the mood. I guess that's a few steps in the right direction," Angel mused. "Remember to be there early in the morning, around seven. I need someone to open up and get things set up."
"Oh?"
"Don't 'oh?' me. I am dealing with most of the other tools around and I need help with cleaning the rooms and other chores. If you have not noticed just yet, I am an artist... and I am not exactly the cleanest individual when it comes to general stuff."
I slowly nodded at this. "I suppose it will not be too tedious."
"You get paid and you get laid if you do a good job- I see no losing in this situation, Jojo," Angel remarked giddily. "So, see you tomorrow."
I nodded, standing up and helping her up too before leaving. "Tomorrow."
I guess this new job will not be truly that big of a change from my usual life...
AN
Surprise arrival. Angel Loveridge, professional tattoo and body-paint artist is here. Her situation is particular since she is quite fine on an emotional and economic standpoint, but she does have a few unresolved issues from College. Specifically about her 'ex'.