Uber Carry Part 3 – Climbing up the Greasy Pole
"Yes... Yes, sure... Alright, I'll be on my way up right away, Mr. Hollard!" The tabby cat hung up the phone a bit puzzled. He was supposed to meet his boss in his office. He never before was called to pick him up at his office. So far he always was told to wait for the dog down in the lobby, or in his reception room at most. Even customers were rarely guided into Mr. Hollard's personal office, from what he had heard from other staff members. Perry only hoped he didn't get called in because he messed up.
After a quick ride in the elevator, the cat stood in the aforementioned reception room, hesitating in front of the large double door that led into his boss's command center. He exhaled, then knocked three times. And after a short moment a response followed. "Come in!" rumbled the older Rottweiler in his deep, authoritative voice.
Perry entered and found himself in a spacious room with a huge window facade that granted a nice view over the city. The office was just as, if not more luxurious than the front room. Noble and elegant, as was to be expected from Mr. Hollard, who was currently sitting at his large fine wood desk, shuffling through a few documents. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Hollard?" Perry asked carefully, keeping his distance out of courtesy, though was promptly beckoned closer with a finger. He noticed the lingering smell of cigar smoke.
Without really looking up from his paperwork, the Rottweiler came straight to the point, "I'm sure you noticed that, during the past few weeks, I've been asking a few favors from you apart from your carry service?"
In fact, Perry did. Ever since he was send over to Caffagny a while back, Mr. Hollard personally assigned him more and more minor tasks whenever he wasn't carrying him around. Courier services, fetching coffee, carrying guests, running little errands, returning files, or picking up his dry cleaning to name a few things that weren't part of his job description. But Perry didn't question his boss and did what he was asked to do. His pay certainly warranted some miniscule extra work. "Uhm, yes, I have. But that's not a big deal. I'm glad if I can be of help."
A tiny smile flashed over the dog's usually grumpy face, but vanished quickly again. Apparently Perry gave the correct answer. "Well, I didn't do that out of laziness, you know? Well, not entirely at least." Finally he put his documents down and paid his visitor more attention. "I have been rather pleased with your service so far, Perry. And I like your attitude. And since you've worked hard for me and did everything I asked for, I want to put our relationship to the next level and reward you with more responsibility. I'd like to promote you to become my personal assistant. To carry me would still be the chief task of your new position, but you'd also be in charge of some of the things I already had you do on a more regular basis. And some... more personal tasks as well. Of course that would mean you'd work a lot closer with me. And some jobs I have in store for you will be quite demanding, truth be told. But your new position would also come with a raise to compensate that." Leaning back in his chair, the black-furred dog eyed the young cat. "Would you be interested?"
Perry swallowed. He certainly didn't expect that to happen. But he was very proud that he could fulfill Mr. Hollard's high expectations! After all, he really did his best to please the dog. "Oh, wow! That's a huge surprise. Thank you very much, Mr. Hollard. I'm glad you are satisfied with my work," he said with a warm smile on his cute feline face. Though, should he really accept this offer? There was a short moment of doubt, but actually Perry came to a conclusion quite fast. So far this place has been proven to be a real dream job! His exploiting boss literally rode him into submission and getting to spend even more time with this man sounded like a huge plus to the tabby cat. Also, a promotion like this in a company like this would look pretty damn good in his CV. And to top it off he even got a raise. There were literally no downsides to this! "I'm enjoying my position here quite much. And I'm grateful for the chance to work under you in an even more personal manner. I'd very much like to take you up on that offer, Mr. Hollard!"
The Rottweiler's smile returned, even broader this time. "Excellent! You can sign the contract right now, I have it here..." He beckoned Perry to stand at his side of the desk, while he reached into a drawer. "There we go!"
A bit nervous, Perry rounded the large table to stand at the side of his boss. It felt like a very personal gesture. "Huh?" The cat suddenly stumbled over a small, yellow triangle that seemed to stick out from beneath the Rottweiler's butt when he leaned in the other direction. "Yes, thank you!" Though his attention was quickly drawn to the contract Mr. Hollard laid on the desk. Perry leaned a bit forward to read the most basic points of his new agreement. He probably should be more careful, but trusted his boss enough by now (and maybe a small part of him kinda even wanted to get caught in a slave contract). As he read, he could feel Mr. Hollard's eyes linger on him with a lewd fascination. But Perry didn't mind at all. Eventually he signed on the dotted line.
"Perfect! I expect you to keep putting your nose to the grindstone, Perry!" he laughed roughly as he clapped the boy's back. "Also, now that it's official, I got something for you..."
With a raised eyebrow Perry wondered what it could be, while his boss got up from his seat. A strange, labored noise to his left suddenly caught his attention, but it didn't belong to Mr. Hollard. "Uh...?" Curiously he looked closer and froze. "Ah!" Below the Rottweiler's wide, slowly lifting butt an actual person appeared!
"Hurgh... Hmmph!" A small, yellow fox was laying on Mr. Hollard's executive chair and gasped for air as he was freed from the weight that had pressed him into the upholstery. His shirt and the red tie he wore were just as crumpled as the rest of the young man. "Urghh..." he sighed with relief as his form relaxed and his pained facial expression softened, while the leather around him squeaked as it partly returned to its original form.
Shocked, Perry observed the slightly writhing desert fox. "Ugh... wha... are... is he okay...?" Perry questioned concerned. But the Rottweiler didn't answer and, in fact, didn't even pay the fox any mind at all as he went into a side room.
"Huff, huff... you must be the new carrier, huh?" the crumpled fennec wheezed, opening his eyes at last. "Don't, urgh... worry about me. I'm fine. The name is Limon, by the way."
Unsure what else to do, Perry simple answered, "Uh, yes that's right. I'm Perry..." he hesitated for a second. "Wh-why are you... what are you doing on the...?" He barely got the question out that occupied his mind.
Luckily Limon caught the cat's drift and explained his circumstances, "Huff, well... Mr. Hollard prefers to sit warm and soft, so I'm helping him with that."
Perry blinked perplexed. So this dog actually really liked to have other people below him – quite literally! "B-but doesn't this hurt?" he asked, knowing all to well just how heavy their boss was. And this fox was only around half Perry's size! The Rottweiler's ass must feel like a steamroller to him!
The tiny fennec sighed exhausted at his coworker's very accurate assumption. "Ah, well... it's indeed an arduous work sometimes. But I'm used to it." He spoke a bit lower now, "And the salary is also pretty nice!" Still laying on his back, he gave Perry a cocky smile.
"How long have you been here?" the tabby cat wanted to know next, finally getting a bit used to the strange situation.
"Erm, I'm working for Mr. Hollard about a year and a half now, I think."
Perry gulped impressed. "N-no, I mean... how long have you been, uh, under..."
The fox chuckled amused about Perry's curiosity. "Oh, eh..." he peeled his head out of the dent it created in the leather chair to check the clock on the wall. "I've had Mr. Hollard sitting on me for a bit over four hours now. That's already a long session. But on really busy days, when he does overtime, he occasionally requires my service for up to six hours."
Now the cat's eyes were popping out of its head. "That's--" he trailed off when their boss entered the room again. And I though my job was harsh!
Mr. Hollard returned with a small, black box in his hands. It took a moment, but eventually Perry recognized it as the package he had to pick up from Caffagny a few weeks ago. Once the Rottweiler had reached his desk, he moved his large rump over the chair and casually sat down without the slightest consideration for the fox still occupying it. Limon groaned audibly at the impact, then wheezed pathetically as the air was squeezed out of his lungs. Within seconds, the talkative fox disappeared completely under his employer's ass. Merely his huge ears were still visible as two small, yellow triangles that peeked out from beneath Mr. Hollard's butt. "Ah, now..." the dog sighed once seated, and put the box down on his desk. "Since you accepted the promotion, I'd like to add a new detail to your work gear. I hope you like it..."
The young cat was shocked once his boss had removed the lid. Inside, carefully draped on a red velvet cloth, was a black leather collar! "Oh, that's..." Perry took a closer look to win some time. He had no clue how to react. The collar looked pretty high quality, with soft padding on the inside. And it also had a tag. Well, not exactly a tag, it was more like a plate, mounted at the front. It read 'Hollard'. Not 'Hollard Inc.' though! Was he seriously expecting him to wear this? In public?! "It's... very nice, Mr. Hollard...."
"Glad you think so," the dog said with an amused grin as he observed Perry's nervousness. "Now that you've been properly brocke-ehm, worked in, I thought it was time for this. Don't you want to try it on?"
Perry took a deep breath. Was this really happening? Was his mean ass, heavy as hell dream boss seriously trying to collar him here? "Well, I..." The words were stuck in his throat and it suddenly felt like the room temperature rocketed up the scale.
"Or... would you prefer if I put it around your neck?"
The cat's heart skipped a beat. With his lanky tail jerking back and forth behind him in a mix of cautiousness and joy, he eventually simply nodded, involuntarily blushing like a kitten.
With a devious grin, Mr. Hollard guided the boy closer to himself, then took the collar from its box. "Come a bit down. And raise your chin," the business dog demanded and Perry quickly complied, trembling slightly due to the proximity to his boss. He smelled of smoke, coffee and power. Slowly Mr. Hollard's hands reached out for him, putting the soft collar around his neck. He fumbled around with the buckled and of course pulled it a bit tighter that it needed to be. "Looks good on you!" he said satisfied as he leaned back in his chair to admire his doing.
Finally daring to breath again, Perry now found the collar snugly around his throat. He touched it carefully with two fingers to see whether it really was there. It was! "Th-thank you, Mr. Hollard..." he almost whispered, feeling the collar's resistance when he swallowed to find his voice.
The Rottweiler nodded, approving. Then, though, his tone returned to its regular sharpness that made Perry's fur prickle. "But remember: Wearing this collar is not a matter of course, it's a privilege! You're wearing my name now and I expect you to act the part. Is that clear?"
The young tabby cat stood at attention, his long tail suddenly all stiff. He took his boss's words to heart. "Yes, Mr. Hollard, of course! I won't let you down. I'll continue to give my best and work hard for you. If you need something from me, just say so. You can count on me!" He blushed a bit, fearing to sound a bit too eager. But after what the dog just did, pledging his utter support to him was the least Perry could do.
Again the old business dog showed his mischievous grin. "Now that you say it, there is indeed something I need you to do for me..."
Perry's short, round ears perked. "Gladly! How can I help you, sir?"
"I'm having an important meeting in a bit. Gabriel is expecting me for negotiations. Anyway, I need to look good, but there's one thing I'm not happy with yet, so..." He turned a bit further into Perry's direction in his chair and then stretched out his legs a bit. "...polish my shoes for me."
Baffled by the strange request, Perry looked down and found Mr. Hollard's black dress shoes standing side by side on the fancy carpet. He would probably feel a bit weird to clean the dog's shoes, but Perry couldn't really deny his boss's first request at his new position. Much less after what he just promised! "A-alright, sir. Would you happen to have a shoe shine kit at hand?" he asked, expecting to be handed the proper tools.
Adoring Perry's innocence, the Rottweiler's smile widened involuntarily until his fangs showed. "No," he said simply. "That's actually not what I meant anyway. Use your tongue."
The cat blinked dumbfounded. "Uhm, e-excuse me...?"
"Lick them," he repeated, matter-of-factly.
Again Perry's pulse began to race. Was this a joke? Should he laugh it off? Or... No! This guy literally just collared one of his employees! He was serious. But Perry couldn't possibly... "Erm... I'm, I'm sorry, Mr. Hollard, b-but... I don't think this would be appropriate..."
"Do you want to get fired?" he asked in a tone that made clear that he was very much not joking.
Perry swallowed, feeling uneasy. "N-no, Mr. Hollard..."
"Then do as I say, kneel down and lick my shoes clean!"
"Yes, Mr. Hollard..."
He couldn't believe those words came out of his mouth, even though he knew it was the only correct answer. Averting his gaze from the Rottweiler in a twinge of shame, the boy looked down at the shoes waiting for him. He had no other choice. He had to do it. Not for his job, not because he signed a contract. He had to comply, because it was Mr. Hollard's command! The man who hired him, who paid him, who bought him, who put a collar around his neck. Mr. Hollard just gave him an order. And Perry would submit! He would show his boss how grateful he was for the promotion and he'd prove his words weren't empty.
Slowly the scrawny cat lowered himself to his knees in front of the enthroned CEO. Planting his hands on the scratchy carpet, Perry bowed forward until his face was at level with the dog's wickedly expensive Italian leather shoes. They didn't even look dirty at all. They were immaculate and nothing but fitting for such a noble man. But that was beside the point anyway. He wasn't doing this to clean the shoes, he did this to pay his boss the respect he deserved from his employee!
"Thank you for the generous opportunity to work even harder for you, Mr. Hollard!" he spoke in a soft and obedient tone. "I won't disappoint you..." Then he closed the distance between his muzzle and the black leather to press his tongue to it. His first lick was a bit hesitating, but he quickly loosened up and soon worked Mr. Hollard's shoes with the proper care. The dry, tangy flavor of leather quickly filled his maw. It felt degrading to do this for another man, but Perry understood that his boss stood above him. Not just in this company, but also as a person. He was obligated to serve this man. And he was given the chance to. He should feel honored!
Loftily sitting in his fox-cushioned chair, Mr. Hollard contentedly observed his newest clerk at work. He had admired Perry's diligence from the very start. Ever since the young cat had hauled him half through downtown, without a complaint, showing nothing but politeness and professionalism towards his demanding customer, the dog was interested in this carrier and felt the desire to obtain, possess and utilize his faithful service. And finally he had the cat where he truly wanted him! Apparently the decision to recruit Perry was proving to be worth a mint. He was still devotedly licking his shoes like a slave!
Feeling his boss's watchful eyes rest on him, Perry continued to polish the shoes before him until his tongue was dragged twice, if not thrice, over every square millimeter of their sublime surface. The black leather was glistening under the bright ceiling lights. "I'm done..." Perry said eventually, rolling his sore tongue back into his muzzle. Even if he enjoyed it, this moment couldn't last forever. He was given an order and he had to complete it, fast and conscientious! "I hope you're pleased with the result, Mr. Hollard?" he asked cautiously, ready to get back down to work, should his boss demand it.
Though the dog didn't answer. Instead he simply stretched out his legs completely and propped his shoes up on their heels to present their light brown soles to the cat.
Perry's short ears flattened as he understood the gesture. Apparently he was not quite done yet. Without words he lowered his head back to the floor and pressed his tongue to the dress shoe's heel. A grainy feeling spread over his tongue as he licked over the smooth sole to free it of any dust or dirt that may stick to it. Perry felt even more humbled than before, being made to lick his boss' shoes like this. But he also felt gladness, or maybe relief. He was thankful that Mr. Hollard finally showed him his proper place. The least he could do, was to show his gratitude. And if that meant to clean Mr. Hollard's shoes with nothing but his tongue, so be it! As long as he could satisfy his boss, Perry would endure everything, like he always did.
Mr. Hollard let his employee service him for quite a few minutes, watching delighted while the young cat licked the bottom of his shoes. He was cute. Even more so on his knees! And the power he had (and real soon now would consolidate) over this fetching lad, filled the old dog's chest with pride and his loins with desire. Perry would indeed make a fine addition to his staff!
"Alright, that'll do," the Rottweiler said at length and pulled his feet back to release the cat from his ungrateful duty. All business-like he turned around in his chair to focus back on the paperwork on his desk, paying no more attention to the kneeling boy beside him. "Go and get ready for the ride to Gabriel. I'll be done here in thirty minutes and meet you in the lobby."
Blushing a little and still with a racing heart, Perry stood up. Safe for the sandy feeling on his tongue, it was as if nothing had happened. He didn't even receive a word of praise after this humbling act of submission. "Of course, Mr. Hollard," Perry answered, probably sounding a bit stiff. Of course he didn't receive praise. He just got promoted, this was part of his job now. He was obligated to do this! A restaurateur wouldn't praise his waiter for scribbling down a customer's order either. "And thank you again for this opportunity, sir!" he added as he bowed out.
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