Author's Note: I'm trying more character development, sorry for the wait. Do you guys like more of this story driven stuff or more of the right to the point stories? I do plan on continuing this, I just didn't want one story to have like 20 pages or so. As always, feedback is appreciated! Enjoy :)
Story Tags: Monstergirl, female dominant, non-human, submissive male, voyeurism
>>MINORS DNI<<
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"...night shift, common janitorial duties..." Toby said to himself as he got out of his car.
The twenty-four-year-old man looked up at the colossal skyscraper. It was around nine p.m. this was his third day on the job. The titanic structure was owned by Sigil Corp, a manufacturer of countless sex toys that were designed for both humans and monstergirls alike. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair as he walked towards the door.
"Good evening!" Toby greeted the receptionist.
"Good evening!" The cute brunette replied.
"I'm the new...ish janitor. My name is Toby. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss?" Toby answered, his faint southern drawl showing.
"Oh, uh... Hedlam. Miss Hedlam." The receptionist said, blushing lightly.
Toby swiped his time card to check in before he walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. As the door was closing, he heard someone call out.
"Wait, hold the door please!" The feminine voice rang out.
Toby grabbed the door, preventing it from closing. As the door opened, he was glad he held the door. Standing before him was a beautiful woman. She looked around 19 years old. Her pale skin complimented her dark brown hair that stretched to the small of her back, her eyes were a lovely brown. She was only a couple inches shorter than him. Toby tried not to stare. Her charcoal grey coat and black skirt gave him the impression she was a bit above the typical drones in the office. Maybe a manager?
"Thank you," The stunning woman spoke with a sweet but deep tone, "I'm Callista, Mr. Shaughnagan's secretary."
The woman pressed the 25th floor button on the elevator.
"The CEO?" Toby stuttered.
"Oh... uh yeah, and you are?" Callista asked, smiling.
"Toby, I'm just a janitor Miss Callista." The young man replied.
"You aren't just a janitor, we need custodians." Callista reassured him.
"I suppose you're right. Thank ya miss." Toby said, his drawl pouring from his lips again.
"Where are you from? I can tell the south. Is it Louisiana by chance?" The secretary asked him.
"I spent some time in New Orleans. I tried to hide it most times. But I'm a bit distracted at the moment though so it slips." Toby explained.
"I see, I grew up in Monroe. Although I've since lost the accent. I miss hearing it though." Callista commented.
The door slid open. The secretary walked out first.
"Well, have a good night Toby." Callista said, looking directly into his dark green eyes.
"You as well, Miss Callista." Toby said, letting his accent flow unhindered.
The elevator door closed.
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Toby yawned as he walked out the front door at 4 a.m. The streetlights in the parking lot flickered. He fumbled around his pockets, looking for his keys.
