Your summer internship experience has been unusual, to say the least. Initially you were set to be the understudy of a corporate accountant, but after meeting Chief Financial Officer Atsuko at orientation you were suddenly reassigned as her personal assistant.
Now your job is to supplement the work of the sharply dressed Kitsune via a litany of tasks, from taking notes at her meetings to fetching her lunches when she's busy. Atsuko has seen fit to reward you handsomely for your time with her, subtly bumping your pay grade and constantly tossing little gifts your way.
When your service evolved into physical favors, you're not sure. It started with back rubs and suchlike, but quickly evolved into more intimate activities thanks to Atsuko's generous compensation. Now there exists an unspoken agreement; you are her on-call office boy-toy, for which you are paid obscenely well.
The familiar clicking of polished black high-heels just a few feet away snaps you out of your thoughts.
"I'd like to see you in my office, ${Name}," Atsuko murmurs, passing by your cubicle in a honey-scented breeze of motion.
Her quieted voice tells you exactly what's in store for you within her executive suite.
Stepping inside, Atsuko is resting comfortably in her high-backed office chair, the silhouette of her relaxed posture outlined by the afternoon sun coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her. Her voluminously fluffy tails swish about with unusual fervor, their cream-colored fur shimmering in the light.
"Something I can do for you, Miss Atsuko?" you ask.
"Mm, yes. Close the door, would you?" she commands, gesturing with steepled hands.
You move with practiced efficiency, closing the door and locking it while the office shades lower themselves. Turning to face her, you can already see Atsuko's hazel eyes shimmering with carnality from behind her spectacles in the low light.
"Now…" she purrs in a sultry voice known only to you, "I could use a nice shoulder rub today."