'Thanks so much for handling those orders,' said Harmony. 'We're very short-staffed today.'
The jizz soaked slutmares grinned. 'It was our pleasure mistress! Thanks for sending us.'
They headed back to the kitchen, their dangling cocks slapping back and forth between their legs and their breasts bouncing seductively as they strolled down the hall. The cleaning area had radically changed, and there were now several shower stalls along one wall with milking stations setup for each, and there was a big TV on the wall opposite playing a constant stream of Ling Colt porn.
Currently the Asian star was harnessed to a two wheel carriage and she was taking her "mistress" for a ride through the countryside. She pulled up to a stop when they encountered another horse herm in a crotchless business suit, who complimented the "mistress" on owning such a fine slutmare and asked if she could perform a full inspection.
The jizz soaked chefs cleaned themselves up and Harmony continued into the main kitchen. Only half the area was dedicated to the preparation of food. The rest was milking stations and the mixing tanks where the milk and cum was blended into the delicious jizzcream. On the far wall between the two areas there was another TV, and it too was playing equine porn.
All of the kitchen staff were focused on the porn. Men were openly stroking their dicks and women were feverishly rubbing their hands between their legs. Harmony shook her head at the lack of discipline. And the humans said that horse herms had no self control!
She clapped her hands to get their attention. 'You all know the rules! No sex in the kitchen. That includes masturbation!'
A collective groan rose through the room. 'Seeing as you're all so horny, all of you can do a bit of roomwhoring. Don't look at me like that. There's a lot of horny herms in their rooms stroking their delicious cocks to Ling Colt and since that's all you're doing you might as well join them. Grab a couple of bottles of jizzcream each and get to it!'
Another chorus of groans greeted her, but they were more lustful in tone now and they all obeyed. As they filed out their chef uniforms morphed into aprons and miniskirts, and a loud set of clicks echoed down the hall as a dozen pairs of platform heels marched to the elevator.
Pleased that everything was now back on track, Harmony went to her office to relax. The walls were lined with posters of Ling Colt, and her chair had two horse dildos to stuff her pussy and ass with while she checked on the cameras she'd had installed in all of the guest rooms to monitor whore performance.