Modern Monsters

Zilla the Orc

Female Reader x Female Monster

You work front desk at a gym that is open twenty-four hours a day, usually, you work afternoon shift. You get off work right as the evening shift starts and sometimes you catch glances at the people who come into the gym after work. A lot of them are newly divorced women, middle-aged men, and quite a few regulars who are in the gym a few times a day every day.

One day, your coworker hasn't shown up for their shift so you're waiting impatiently at the front desk for them to show up. You watch as people file in, using the scanner to check in. Occasionally you have to manually check someone in who doesn't have their card. As your sending another text to your coworker some walks up to the desk.

Your heart stops and your mouth goes dry. She's standing before you, leaning on the desk with a seductive smirk on her face. Her arms are thick and strong, muscled and hard. Her dark eyes flick over you for a moment.

"Cuh-can I help you?" You ask, adjusting your glasses on your face.

"Yeah," she shows you her finger where she has a tissue wrapped around it with blood seeping through. "Kind of cut myself."

"Oh!" You gasp and pull out the first aid kit. You take her hand and use an alcohol pad to clean the cut. Usually, you would let the person do this, but for this beautiful orc, you'd make an exception. "Did you hurt it on any of the equipment?" You ask.

She chuckles. "No," she rubs the back of her neck. "It's actually quite embarrassing."

You smile up at her, your hand lingering on her's. "If it was, there are people I have to call and I'd have to make you sign a paper."

She smirks again. "Make me? How threatening," she leans on the desk again. "How on earth would a cutie like you make me do anything?"

You've stopped breathing and you've lost all proper function to your brain. "Uhm well," you chuckle from nerves.

She's wearing just a sports bra and shorts. Her body is toned and fit, muscular and godly. Her thighs and ass look rock hard, thank the lord for all the mirrors everywhere so you can see her from every angle.

"I'd like to see you make me do anything," her voice a seductive, velvety purr.

"Me too," you whisper and you gasp. Your face turns bright red and she starts to laugh.

"Sorry, I'm late!" You coworker huffs as he runs behind the desk. "Hey Zilla!" He says to the orc as he clocks in for work.

Zilla, you run the name through your mind.

"Oh boo," Zilla scoffs at you coworker. "Now the cute one has to leave."

Your coworker scoffs. "Don't scare her away. She's a good worker."

"Nice to meet you," Zilla winks at you, heading back into the depths of the gym.

You grab you coworker and shake him. "I'll forgive you for being late if you tell me who she is!"

"That one?" He asks. "That's Zilla, she's a regular. I've known her for a long time." You shake him again. "Hey! Easy! She's the chef at a restaurant."

Your eyes go wide. "She's a chef?"

"Yeah, in fact, one of those fancy schmancy magazines just did some big article on her. She won some of award or something, I'm not sure."

"Which restaurant?" You snarl at him.

He stares at you, slightly terrified. He doesn't know, so the two of you end up looking for it online. You find the restaurant, it looked supremely fancy, the kind of place you would never have set foot into. There were pictures of Zilla in the kitchen, her long dreadlocks tucked under her tall hat, and a wicked grin on her face as she gazes through the flames.