This story was request by ~subjub on DA.

With a gentle tug, the scarf came untied from around her neck…
“Well, Max, I’m sure you realize that I don’t have the budget to give everyone the raise I think they deserve...”
He began unbuttoning her jacket…
“It’s just not feasible, what with how slow it’s been.”
…and slid it down her arms.
“Look, it’s not like I don’t want to…”
Her belt came open…
“I just can’t justify the spending!”
…and down went the fly.

“Max, are you even listening?”

Max shook himself awake; he’d been fantasizing again…
Roxie was still fully clothed and looking slightly put off.
“Max, why are you always wasting my time?”
“Roxie, please… I already work forty hours a week and you won’t let me collect overtime. About the only choice I have is to beg for a raise.”
“Well, Mr. Wolf prefers that none of us go over our limits, but that shouldn’t stop you from picking up an extra hour or two doing something off the books…”
“What do you mean?”
“Just think about it. I’m sure you can find all sorts of ways to help me out.”
Max smiled and knelt down in front of her desk.
“Well, I think there is something…”
Roxie’s face turned quizzical. She was leaning back in her chair with her legs outstretched and he wasted no time in relieving his boss of her pumps. He sent them neatly aside and took a paw in each hand.
She was wearing pants today, which meant a pair of trouser socks had replaced the thigh-highs she wore with her skirt. The old dog giggled as he splayed out her toe, gently working his thumbs into her silk clad soles. She reflexively jerked away, but only for the moment.
“Just relax and let me help you unwind.”

Max was soon completely engrossed in his work. One of Roxanne’s feet was white and the other was black. Both were soft and easy on his hands. Her smooth silk stockings did nothing to get in the way, but he felt increasingly compelled to take them off…
He lifted her right leg slightly and pushed up the pant cuff. He reached up inside until he was just below her knee and hooked his fingers into the band holding her sock in place. The sheer fabric slid down over her shapely calf, glided effortlessly over her elegant heel, and slipping silently from her perfect little claws...

“Max? Are you OK?”
He jumped, suddenly, banging his head off the desk. He’d stopped rubbing while his mind had wondered off, leaving Roxie to wonder why he was still holding onto her foot.
“Oh, umm… I’m sorry. I guess I just dozed off.”
“You were daydreaming again… about my feet?”
Max’s ears stood strait up!
“Well, I… You see…”
“Max... Does it look like I care?"
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Art by  lqctim
Characters and Story © Brandon Kosinski