This choice: "Oh, hello! What can I do for the owner of the bank's largest account?" • Go Back...Chapter #7Little Fox, BIGGER Money by: KaptainKq   "Oh, hello! What can I do for the owner of the bank's largest account?" she says, jovially. She seems to know you. You pause for a moment... The bank's largest account? You have even more money?
"Sir?" The vixen cocks her head to the side, looking at you quizzically. You take a moment to count the number of white-furred chins she has running down her face, but realize that you're already being awkward enough.
"Oh, uh, hello," you say in a subdued manner. "I... Uh... Seem to be having an off-day, today. Pardon my manner, if you will."
"I understand, sir. It happens to all of us, sometimes. So! How can I help you?"
"I'd... I'd like to make a deposit, please." While it's nice to have cash on hand, it's probably dangerous to have so much in your pocket at the same time.
"Of course, sir! How much would you like to deposit?"
You pull out your wallet and grab at least half of the bills. Thumbing through them, you count out $3,200. You're still surprised at how much you have. "Uh, I'd like to deposit $3,200, please. ... Do you need my PIN?" you say, grimacing in your head. You forgot you had amnesia (whoa, meta!); you don't remember who you even are, much less your pin number.
"No, that won't be necessary, sir! I know who you are; no need to trouble you for your PIN..." You hand her the money, which she promptly place in a drawer under her desk. She types some numbers into a computer. "Thank you, sir! Your account is now at..." She stops to read the screen. "... $57,604,454,134.03." You gasp, and she smiles. "Yes, it's a lot of money. Even if I were as rich as you, I'd still be shocked by how much I had! ... Can I help you with anything else, sir?"
"Uh... I don't suppose I could set up debit account?"
"Of course, sir! How much would you like to put in it? I think... $300,000.00 would be a good amount, yes?" You nod silently. She punches a few numbers and other bits of information (too fast for you to see, though), and gives you a form. "Sign here, please." You do as instructed, and hand it back to her. "Thank you, sir! Be back in a moment." She hits the ENTER key and lifts herself from her chair with a grunt. You watch her bulk quiver as it fights gravity, orange- and white-furred flesh seeping out of her top and a cavernous navel and lovely tummy-pooch peeking out from above her exceptionally-tight pants. She walks with a juicy little sway to a machine a few feet away from her desk; you eye the ass-flesh sloppily jiggling as she takes each plodding step. She holds out her hand and catches a card as the machine spits it out, and waddles back over to you, panting. "He- *wheeze* Here you a- *pant* are, sir..." She hands you the golden piece of plastic, which you accept eagerly.
"Thank you, ma'am," you say courteously, trying to conceal a burgeoning erection and a wicked smirk.
"Have... Have *pant* a nice day, sir..." She exhales. "I need a break..." she says under her breath.
"You too, ma'am!" You're about to turn around and leave when you realize that you forgot to ask for what you actually came here for. "Ma'am?"
"Ah... Uh, yes, sir?"
"I don't suppose you have a phone book or directory I could borrow?" You ask, sheepishly.
"Oh... Of... Of course, sir..." she says, equal parts winded and exasperated.
"I'm sorry..." you say. She shakes her head.
"No, no... It's quite alright..." She lifts herself up, once more, and waddles a few sluggish steps over to a shelf behind her. She balances herself on it, nearly knocking over a tiny potted cactus that sat on top, before bending over deeply and looking through an assortment of books on the bottom shelf. Unbeknownst to her, however, her pants have ridden quite a bit lower than they were a moment ago... She wobbles a bit as she bears her nearly-bare buttocks at you, two big, orange-furred bags of soft, juicy, dimpled ass-flesh, on display for the whole bank. She sways back and forth, perusing the books in front of her, as her bushy orange tail swings left and right, accentuating her jiggling ass and the white fur that lined her butt-crack just beneath it. 'Twas a sight to behold, indeed; your erection certainly agreed.
After a thoroughly-exquisite minute, she found the book she was looking for. "Ah, here it is..." She pulled it out, slowly righted herself ("Oh, mercy me..." she said, under her breath), and plodded back over to you. "Here... Here you *gasp* are..." She hands you a phone book, as per your request.
"I'll give it back to you in just a moment, ma'am."
"Uh, no! ... Er, that *pant* won't be necessary... Jus- *wheeze* just keep it..." You could see that she just didn't want to get up again, so you took her up on her offer.
"Oh, um... Thank you, miss! You have a nice day."
"You... You, too..."
Walking away, you decide to thumb through the book. Looking through it, you're surprised to see a section devoted entirely to the "adult entertainment" you were looking for. Skimming through the listed "businesses," you see a few that catch your interest.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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