Free Bev: The Interview by Bobbi Ross

Chapter 1
     
     
    Victoria Paisley was stuck. Stuck like gum on the sidewalk or poop on your brand new shoes. All week she’d been working herself up for today. Even wore her new extra naughty purple and black pinstriped Benzidite bra and panties set that came in with last week’s illegal chocolate shipment from Earth. It accentuated her every curve, every asset. The perfect mixture of business and birthday suit she hoped would seal the deal. But it wasn’t time yet.
    She mustered every iota of focus to concentrate on the reports in front of her. It was pointless. Useless as those three pronged silver clasp-thingys her company had the misfortune of purchasing 10,000 gross of last year for the employee uniforms. Whatever happened to those?
    She tapped absentmindedly on her data pad flipping through invoices, she was supposed to be done with yesterday. Her mind stuck on permanent vacation regardless of her best efforts. Letters piled on her desk to dizzying heights while emails collected dust on her terminal, even her Facezone status hadn’t been updated in the past 20 minutes. The only thing she seemed capable of doing was stealing furtive glances at the visitor waiting outside of her boss's office.
    She was a magnificent creature; about seven and a half feet tall, slender but muscular, with the most exquisite ocean-blue under-a-summer’s-sky colored skin. Well Victoria assumed it was a she. Her voluptuous curves and a complete set of bountiful cerulean blue breasts crowned the deep V line of her pink satin shirt showcasing her...ahem, femininity. Still, this far from Earth one could never be certain.
    The female seemed nice enough and clearly she had good taste. Her blue silk Armasiano suit was to die for. Then she swooshed her tail and flashed Victoria a smile revealing two rows of razor-sharp, serrated, pearly white teeth turning the blood in her veins to ice. Every cell in her body seemed to scream in unison – run!
                  And yet she denied that primal urge, unable to take her eyes off of the cerulean blue female with the most gorgeous, zaffre blue, long, loose tresses resting softly on her shoulders and meandering down to the small of her back. Something inside compelled her to stare and continue her assessment of what most definitely had to be a female. Truth be told, she assessed every woman that went through Mr. Azule's office doors.
    Her spine stiffened, the biometrics clipboard she had prepared for her boss’s signature danced nervously in her fingers. Butterflies practiced backstrokes in her stomach as the hours passed, anticipating today’s meeting with her boss. Her legs crossed as heat flushed her core dreaming of Mr. Azule’s 6’1’’, deliciously muscular frame, replete with sinful, rock hard pecs straining against the soft fabric of his white Aqualaian silk shirts.
    Hmm...hopefully he’ll lose the jacket and role those sleeves up, exposing those tanned, strong, sinewy forearms. Her toes curled at the memory.
    A swooshing sound from across the room snapped her back to real time. She cast another secret glance at the extraordinary visitor under the pretext of searching for some misplaced file on her immaculate desk. Sure, she was very pretty, but no prettier than Victoria herself. Right? And the real question remained – did her boss even like tails? She absently curled a ringlet of her honey pecan blonde hair around her delicate finger.
    Victoria obsessively looked her way again. Caught, she forced a cautious smile and waved enthusiastically. The large, shapely, blue temptation on two endless legs flashed Victoria a predatory smile and waved back, with a handful of razor-sharp claws.
    "Please don't eat me." Victoria whispered under her breath.

Chapter 2
     
     
    Bev sat quietly, opposite the heavy Larskin wood doors of Mr. Azule's office, the CEO and chairman of the board of the Extravagance Corporation. From banquet halls to arenas to luxury starship rentals, Extravagance