How to Win a Royal Heart

I had to pull a double. That is what happens when you finally land a decent paying job in a crappy economy with a job shortage. If you say no, they will find someone who will say yes. 'Please, if I am going to stay I need to make sure someone picks my daughter up from the sitter....' I trailed off. I was terrible at making a pitiful face, but I tried anyway. My boss grimaced as he stared at me. I must have looked insane or like I was in pain or both, because he took a deep breath and waved me off with a 'fine'. I did not wait around for him to change his mind. Rocking my weight between both my feet, I listened to the phone ringing, my feet were already killing me, and now I had 7 more hours to go. "Hello....?" Beatrix sounded sleepy. "I'm so sorry to do this to you Trix, but...." "No Prob, I'll go get Adella." Her intuition no longer surprised me. She was so in tune with me and I with her that we were practically able to talk mind to mind even though we had no family bond. If I still had my wolf, I was pretty sure we would be talking mind to mind. "Thank you, Trix." "No problem, See you much later." I snorted with a somewhat derisive chuckle as she hung up. Well, that took care of that at least. Now to make some money. That was the upside to all this work. I could make extra tips tonight and treat my precious little girl to something nice. Maybe a new dress. I put my phone back in my locker and headed towards the kitchen, which lead me right past the boss's office. What I heard made me sick. There was animalistic grunting and rhythmic pounding which could only mean one thing. I don't know why I paused at the door other than I think it was a shock that the boss would do something like that in his office while we were so busy. "Unbutton your blouse and pull your t*ts out, I want to watch them bounce...." HE growled. Ewww. "But…" Came a weak protest. "But nothing, those are the terms!" He growled. I peaked through the cracked door just in time to see Candace's breasts start flopping over the top of her bra in rhythm to our boss slamming into her. Her skirt was hiked around her waist, and he was pushing her legs far apart and almost flush with the desk surface. She whimpered, but I could not tell if it was from pleasure or from pain or both. I couldn't believe I looked at all, never mind looking long enough to process that. "Say it... Now! Say it!" He growled deeply. "I like... I like c*m..." It came out as a squeak. "Say it right... before I get... angry and... stick it in your *ss... dry...." Another whimper. Candace sounded far more into this time around when she said what she was supposed to say the first time. "I loooove c*m.... fill my p*ssy up.... with your c*m, please....use me as... your c*m... dumpster....." "Good Girl.... You should feel... lucky if... I dumped... a whole litter... of pups... in you...." "Please... I want... your c*m..." I quickly disappeared down the hall towards the kitchen, trying not to gag and shaking my head furiously to knock the image out. For the life of me I had no idea what Candace saw in that Pervert. When I arrived in the kitchen, everyone was above with an unusual amount of energy. "What is going on?" I asked. "So, a friend of mine is a waiter at this restaurant around the block, and he said that an official from the Lycan court came in and delivered letters of referral to a few of his coworkers. They had to sign for them and everything." "So, what does that mean?" "It means they have already started selecting those they will test and interview." Sarah was a delicate blonde with a head full of young girl dreams and fantasies. In a way, I hope she never changes, but at the same time, I hoped she would wise up so as not to make the mistake Candace was currently making. "When did they start or open sign-ups?" I had no interest in embarrassing myself by throwing myself at a royal Lycan, but it did not mean that I was not curious about the goings-on of the Full Moon Festival. Sarah rolled her eyes at me as if I was intentionally asking her stupid questions. "It's our government. Everything is documented somewhere. It would not surprise me if they knew if our carpets matched our drapes, if you catch my meaning." Shelby was a woman who owned her body, exuded confidence, and had a very dirty mind. "But to answer your question. They mentioned in the news that they were basing the initial invites off of last year's tax filings. Sometimes it pays to file as untamed and single...." Just then, a very red-faced and guilty-looking Candace walked into the kitchen. Head down, Candace went to the line to get her apron. I hoped she at least washed her hands after all that. "Elena! My office, now!" My boss's voice rang out behind me. Now what did he want? And why in his office? I knew for a fact that he did not have enough time to finish and wash down his desk. I turned to follow him and out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw Candace make a sad, pitying face.