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I'm not the best writer, but here I go. Tell me what you think and if I should continue.
Living in a world with monstergirls in the workforce gives a whole new meaning to sexual harassment. I've seen more than a few half naked men fleeing while two monsters fight over who gets to pursue him. Getting married does help a fair bit. Flashing my wedding band has made more than few monsters back off, but learning I have a bicorn for a wife tends to make them all the more determined. Don't get me wrong, the attention can be nice. But having a security ogre breathing down my neck and carving lewd notes into my desk does not make for a conductive work environment.
Thankfully, my new workplace has very few monstergirls on staff. The only one I've seen regularly was the Cheshire cat at the reception desk, at least until she was slapped with that sexual harassment charge. While my male co-workers saw her teasing as harmless flirting, it didn't take long for some she-beast from HR to give her the boot. As I walked out of the office for the day, I stopped to look at the reception desk. The woman behind the desk was a forgettable plain jane from some temp agency. While I didn't know that Cheshire well and her endless innuendo did get irritating at times, I could't help but feel a little melancholy not seeing her there.
Shaking myself out of my reverie, I pulled out my phone to call my wife. It only took two rings for her to pick up. "Hey sweetie, just got off work?" she asked. I grunted in affirmation. She giggled softly in response. It was a sweet, warm, and feminine thing that made my heart dance, even after all these years. "Long day, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm heading out to my car now. I should be home in fifteen minutes or so." Another benefit of my new job, a very short commute. On some of her slow days, my wife would take me to work in her carriage and meet me for lunch at the nice bistro nearby. "Do you need me to get anything?"
"No, I stopped for groceries before Sybil started her shift." I heard a sudden intake of breath and she made a noise of realization. "Before I forget, I have a surprise for you at home."
My stomach twisted and suspicion entered my voice, "You didn't invite that singles club over again, did you? I thought we agreed to never do that again"
"Really? I remember you getting pretty cozy with that kobold," she said smugly.
"She crawled into my lap and demanded I pet her til she fell asleep. And I'm fairly sure she stole some of my cloths." Honestly, an attractive girl taking my underwear as shlicking fuel is kinda flattering, in an odd way. But, making off with the entire contents of my laundry hamper is just plain ridiculous.
"I didn't hear say you hated it," she said, her smugness levels rising rapidly.
I did enjoy it, a bit, although I wouldn't dare to say it. Not out of fear for her jealousy, of course. Rather, if I did admit it, my house would be filled to the brim with new mouths to feed and I would fear for the integrity of my pelvis. So, I didn't say anything and did my best to grumble my displeasure across the line.
She let out another giggle and said, "See you soon sweetie, love you." I grumbled out something that sounded vaguely like 'I love you too' before ending the call, walking to my car and heading home.