This choice: It's Time for You to Go to Work • Go Back...Chapter #2Daily Grind by: Unknown Once breakfast is over, you’re covered in maple syrup and Maggie has to lick you clean as you laugh. “Stop it Maggie. That tickles.” Maggie just licks her lips. “Sorry Honey,” she says. “But you taste so good. As always. Well, better take you to work and Sapphire to school.” Maggie places you between her breasts before she and Sapphire get in the car. “When are you gonna let me drive?” asks Sapphire. “Let’s see,” said Maggie. “When Johnny Test starts being cool and entertaining.” “Ha, ha,” laughs Sapphire sarcastically. “Funny Mom.” You let out a laugh and hold your chest as Maggie’s breasts sound. Maggie turns on the car and you hang on tight to your wife as her breasts bounce faster than ever. You turn to see Sapphire’s getting as... well... gifted as her mom and that worries you. You definitely don’t want any old boy to wind up with your 900ft daughter.
But before you could think on the matter, Maggie parks the car and you look up to see you were at work. The workplace was the Primordial Earth Salon and Spa. Maggie walks out and places you on the sill of the open window. “Now Neil Honey,” she says. “Don’t let Atlanta and Prima work you too hard. If a certain leviathan tries anything, I’ll lock her up.” You let out a laugh. “Don’t worry Maggie. That won’t be necessary. “Have a good day at work Dad.” Says Sapphire.” Both your daughter and wife bend down and kiss you from the sides, The warm white lips of Maggie contrast with the cold wet blue lips of Sapphire, but you’re not complaining. You wave goodbye to your family and walk in the window and jump down to the table with the shampoo and hair tools. You look up and see both your bosses getting ready.
First was the woman who hired you, Prima Maston. Prima was an okay boss, but one thing about her bugged you. Most monsters you knew were from mythology or fantasy stories, but Prima, you didn’t know how she qualified as a monster. She was a giant woolly mammoth. You once asked her about that, but she got mad and sucked you up her trunk before she spat you into a pterodactyl bath. Prima at the moment was right in front of you adjusting a barber’s chair as her massive black spandex covered behind was right in front of you. You then turn to see Atlanta, your other boss switching the CLOSED sign to OPEN. Atlanta was a leviathan, an aquatic dragon with webbed hands and feet and no wings. You didn’t like her much. While Prima considered you an employee, Atlanta saw you as a slave even though she was paying you.
“Prima!” you shout. “Prima!” The mammoth giantess’s ears twitch and your enormous boss turns and looks down on you. “Neil,” she says. “Why can’t you use the front... oh. Well, I’m glad you’re here. After all, a bug sized employee is still an employee.” You walk forward before Prima lifts you up into the air with her trunk. Atlanta walks forward. “I have an idea Prima. Why not for his first chore, our little slave rubs our toes for a change.” Prima lets out a sigh. “How many times do I have to tell you Atlanta, Neil isn’t our slave. He’s our employee and he’s one of only two employees we have. “Come on Prima,” says Atlanta. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t want the little insect giving you a massage?” Prima just trumpets her trunk in front of her business partner. “I am his boss and so are you, we have to remember our professional relationship.” Atlanta let out a scoff. “How did your people survive the Ice Age? After all, you had the bright idea to let that ditzy hornet Doz put up a bar in the salon.” “She thought it was a saloon Atlanta,” says Prima .”And whose fault is that? You told me you knew how to spell.” Atlanta mumbles to herself and crosses her arms.
That was true, Doz, the warbeast came looking for a job and mistook the salon for a saloon because of Atlanta’s spelling mistake on a help wanted sign. You saw her buzzing forward and polishing glasses. Why you don’t know. Who could possibly want booze this early in the day?
So what are you going to do today?
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