Wayne never saw Jenna saunter up to his cubicle. He never ever saw her come to his cubicle.
He'd look away, she'd say something, and he'd look up to see her beside him, leaning against the cubicle.
By the simplest description, if Wayne was an upright wolf with no tail, Jenna was an upright fox with lots of tails. Lots of busy, practically luminescent by the way the long silky golden fur caught any light around them, tails that seemed to take up all the viewable spaces her leggy, hourglass, five-foot nine figure didn't. When before Wayne, she was five-foot nine, but word was that much like vampires could turn into average looking bats, Jenna could shrink down to an averaged sized, though still multi-tailed corsac fox. Word was this was not a , or grow big enough to small as an average one-foot long fox
Wayne was pretty sure she had vampire-like magick skills because it seemed impossible for someone to be invisible one moment, and hard not to focus on the next. Then, as if the tails weren't good enough, Jenna practically laid onto Wayne's desk, locking her radiant sapphire-flecked purple, almond-shaped slanted eyes onto Wayne's round dull silver-grey ones. She was so close to him, almost nose to nose with him, that he could clearly see her right eye through the bang draped over it, and yet if not for her mannerisms her style of dress might come off as prudish.
Long golden headfur that probably went down at least halfway down her back was done up into a bun, and perched on her slender pointy muzzle was a pair of conservative framed glasses. She wore a navy blue tailored suit with a skirt that went down to her ankles, but under her blouse, most of her fat was contained in four pairs of double D breasts.
Jenna, been with at least every employee on that office floor except for Wayne. Wayne explains again that he's long since lost the ability to smell and register a wolfess' heat, and that he's happily married. He doesn't say so, but he figures that the wetness in Jenna panties are far less likely her own juices as the periodically collected donations of the males, werewolf and not.
*For Wayne, Wanda's heat is a period of relaxation. Wanda makes the kids stay out of the bedroom, the only time in the year when Wayne wasn't piled over with snoozing, kicking cubs, and they were made to be on their best behavior. Wanda could be snappy when she had to be, especially if she was in heat and not getting any.
Wanda does her usual cooking for, dancing with, and massaging him, but also goes to town on Wayne while he has the deepest, most contented sleep of his life. He'd have wet dreams about being a porn-stud-like active participant in the love-making with his beautiful wife, and wake up actually refreshed for once.
"Hello, Wayne. How are you doing today?"
"*sigh* Hi, Jenna."
Adjusting her glasses and smirking at him, "So, up for a more physical evaluation, Mr. Talbot?"
"Jenna, I'm still married."
"And this would be a happy marriage, yes?", cleaning up Wayne's desk, moving things to the side as they talk
"yes, Jenna", she starts feeling Wayne up and undoing her blouse.
"And your job. How would you rate the stress level?"
Somehow Wayne's attention had wandered enough that he hadn't noticed Jenna had gone from laying on her side on the desk, to sitting in front of his monitor, her legs straddling him. He knew what was coming next and just sighed as her calves ended up on his shoulders and her tails around his arms and waist. Only because he knew she'd probably literally rub it in his face if he didn't look down at it, he dropped his muzzle and centered his attention on her panty-free nethers in all its fat, wet, pursed-lip glory. Wayne couldn't tell if she was in heat or just over used, and the puddles of juices copious and semen now on his desk wasn't helping.
"Jenna. Your making a mess on my desk."
"Oh, sorry about that. This was a last minute assignment."
"You've got to be kidding me… and did, that, come from the top."
"If you must know, your supervisor, Mr. Black, requested in intern evaluation."
"And if I
Jenna slips out of her heels and puts her slinder socked feet crossed behind his back.
Jenna's butt, hips, and thighs are naturally wide, reminding Wayne of Wanda by her third trimester.
"*sigh* I really don't…"
Outside of his dreams, he isn't gifted at all down below, being of average size at best, not that he's one to care about comparing, and even way back when he was an active participant in the mating with Wanda, he was hardly creative or spontaneous. If anything, his stamina went up considerably by sleeping through the whole thing. Despite the number of litters he and Wanda had, he really wouldn't call either one of them overly sexual. Neither one of them rarely ever put in the notion of taking past foreplay when Wanda wasn't in the middle of her estrus.
Regardless, Wanda had others including Jenna convinced that he was an all-around stud, passionate in bed all night and all year long. He had no intension of stating otherwise, going as far as stepping down his oral hygiene and breathing in the face of anyone that confronted him during his talented wife's heat. That was because, apparently, whenever Wanda was inclined to sit in his open maw, he'd lick her relentlessly in his sleep, and wake up with her taste in his mouth and the scent of her juices permeating his drool. Having "bitch breath" never really deterred Jenna. Wayne was sure she only saw it as a challenge to try harder.
Wayne didn't want her to try too hard, though. If Jenna got the impression that Wanda was doing all the work in bed, she might go after Wanda, and Wayne suspected there was nothing he could do if she did that.
Jenna nethers did look genuinely in heat, and it was likely another wolf's spunk was already making its way through the muck to preg her up. It was likely her belly would start becoming distended with young, in which she would calm down, but then would come the other thing that turned Wayne off and allowed Jenna would continue her act.
By the same strange magick that allowed kitsunes to mate with humans and bear their kids, Jenna had swelled up with and bore almost the full gambit of monsters working at that firm. She'd also supposedly videotaped herself screwing Griffin and baring his equally invisible child. This was not to say that she was at all tied down in the maternal way.
It was also well known that Jenna had a taste for cubs. Especially her own.