A phalanx of hard shoe soles click-clocked up the hall, approaching his office door. He looked at his watch, making a note to add a commendation for punctuality to their files. An indicator flashed green before the door opened, allowing the trio to enter single-file before closing and locking behind them. They spread out, the lead figure taking center and the two followers flanking her to either side, taking up well-rehearsed positions and pivoting to show off their physiques.

All identical women, sporting shadowy blue skin the color of a night sky and slightly luminous blue hair that glistened with flecks of something the engineers had cooked up to give their masses of silky strands a starry look. Large, animal-like ears flicked randomly atop their heads, a sort of analog to the blinking reflex that added visual interest even when they were otherwise holding still. Bright white eyes shone like little porcelain saucers from their dark, blushing faces, each sporting icy blue pupils that almost glowed. He had asked the engineers about bioluminescent irises, but it was still a work in progress.

At least their figures were perfectly suited to his tastes. Of average height, boosted slightly in their stiletto heels, each woman was disproportionately curvy. Their contours billowed outwards below the neck with busts broader than their shoulders, showing salaciously out beyond the outlines of their arms. Still, their torso were remarkably slender and trim, pinching in tightly about their waists waspishly, all packed tightly into clinging white and violet blouses that did wonders for their marvelously shapely forms. Then utter pandemonium as massively over-sized pelvic regions spread shamelessly and unrelentingly out to either side. Swinging down below these baby-making bunker-sized hips were thick, bulging thighs whose bare skin glistened smoothly in the light from his office window, framing a substantial gap between them that hid nothing from the imagination despite being covered in taut, black shorts that may as well have been body paint.

They swayed to and fro idly, fulfilling their duty to his eyes without complaint, before the requisite explanation for their arrival.
“Sir,” each of the three individually said in slight syncopation from the others, “it’s time for your three o’clock.”
“Excellent,” he remarked, pushing his chair back from the desk but remaining seated. His finger extended, swept side to side, then locked onto the leftmost anthro office bimbo. “You’re up first,” he announced casually. Going left to right, he issued the remaining orders. “You, administer my endurance supplement. You, strip and get on my desk. All of you know what to do.”
“Yes sir,” each said nearly simultaneously. He wondered if there was any tweaks the girls in the lab could do to shore up their slightly out-of-phase replies and get a perfect spontaneous harmony every time, but that was a trivial complaint.

Life had certainly been good since the merger with his financially troubled competitor. Being magnanimous as he was, he managed to find a place in his biotechnology firm for each and every… redundant employee. As they set about their routine afternoon tasks, he smiled to himself and was already looking forward to his four o’clock with the pink ones.