In all honesty, one would not expect pamphlets like these to be so arousing. Yet here Shar was, peering over her morning tea at the pamphlets spread across the table in the nude with her roommate Mabel. Shar was doing her best not to blush, mentally willing her erection against banging the underside of the table.
"Well?" Mabel sang expectantly, leaning on her elbows and swinging her hips side to side, her bovine tail swishing. "Whatcha think?"
Shar swallowed before speaking. "Um... you founded this business? All three of them?"
"Uh-huh!" the mocha-coated bovine female stood and did a little hop in place, her gorgeous breasts bouncing. "It started as just the one here, the Cuddle Club."
The Cuddle Club's pamphlet looked the more innocent of the three, the front showing a photo of Mabel lounging on what was supposed to look like the comfiest bed in the world. She was on her back, legs pressed together to conceal her crotch and the thinnest sheet artfully spread across her breasts and hips. Her curves and erect nipples were perfectly outlined but still concealed, while her white hair was pooled about her head like a little spiral galaxy. Her expression was close to what Shar had seen her first night with the bovine, that 'come-hither' bedroom eyes look while her other arm reached out to the camera, silently inviting the viewer to rest their head on her pillow-soft breasts.
They really were that soft. Shar knew.
"Cute, huh? A friend of mine was trying to branch out in photography so we came up with this together," mabel explained, opening the pamphlet to reveal the amenties provided at the Cuddle Club. "It was really simple, just a timed cuddle session with some relaxing music, incense, even singing if the client was into that. You'd be surprised just how a little cuddling can improve someone's day."
Shar blushed and smiled. "Well... you're not wrong," she admitted and earned a giggle from the bovine.
 "Anyhow, I was the only one running it at first but when word got out and the pamphlets were printed I had to hire a couple more cuddlers. Demand kept growing so we first got a bigger location and things were okay for a bit. That is until some clients wanted a little more than cuddling. I didn't mind when they wanted to drink my milk but the other cuddlers, they weren't like me... they didn't care for clients going for their nipples."
That was strange indeed given how the inside of the Cuddle Club's pamphlet invited clients to cuddle up with some breasts. There were two more photos of Mabel on that bed at different angles, each photo just barely covering her nipples while prominently trying to display the concealed pink nubs. Among the amenities listed there was just what Mabel had said: cuddle sessions that charge for every fifteen minutes; the option of music and/or incense; boob pillows for all to enjoy.
Mabel closed the Cuddle Clubs pamphlet and slid it to one side, moving for the next. The conver on this one was white with a little white medical cross smack in the center of a big, red heart symbol. No photo this time, just the words 'Kink Clinic' were visible. 
"This one was my next venture," she explained, sounding quite excited to reveal this one. "The Cuddle Club was aimed to soothe the lonely hearts of those who didn't have someone to hug and cuddle with. But what about those who had someone in their lives but who didn't share in their special kink? It's dangerous to just let that build up inside, just like going without a hug for so long. The Kink Clinic was the next logical step: a place for clients to act out and/or expereince their favorite kink in a safe environment. The challenge was finding employees that were okay for the part."
This pamphlet really got Shar's motor running. The moment she saw the photos of employees in skimpy, skin-tight nurse uniforms, the table shook as her erection slammed against it.
Bang!
Mabel paused and giggled while Shar blushed furiously and tried not to look her in the eye. "S-Sorry..."
"No worries, honey, I understand. <3" Mabel cleared her throat and smiled sweetly before continuing. "The job requirements are pretty simple for anyone to apply as opposed to the cuddling position that is feilded mostly by huggy girls like me. It wouldn't be as fun if everyone was either a dom or a sub so most employees have to be switch, able to go from dom to sub at any time. Almost anything within reason goes here. hun. Spanking, pegging, domintion, you name it. The bondage area is quite diverse, we recently obtained a zebra boi who has an incredible knack for artistic bondage. He's made a couple clients pose as display pieces in the waiting room during his shifts, it's really quite amazing. We make sure it's only the clients who are into that and we let them out afterwards, of course."
Shar gulped again before speaking. "Um, the uniforms... are they required too?" she asked, voice trembling a little as she gazed at the photos of Mabel and another female, a small pink bunny that reminded the canine of her Kacey. Her fur was a soft lilac and her pink hair covered one eye as she posed in a tight, rubber version of a nurse uniform, all white with long gloves and stockings. Around her waist was a small belt with a variety of what looked like vials. Mabel's photo was as explotative as the last pamplhet but without the subtlety. Her uniform looked like a nurse-themed swimsuit, the red hearts with white medical crosses barely containing her breasts while she sweetly smiled to the camera, stockings and gloves akimbo with a dildo wedged between her boobs.
"Oh, yes! We have them custom tailored to the employees," Mabel replied without pausing. "Our switch nurses get two, one for domming and one for subbing depending on the client. Unlike the cuddling, there are fewer opportunity for walk-ins. Simpler ones can walk-in and get what we call 'immediate care' depending on more detailed the kink is. Spankings are common, as are the clients looking for some oral. There's one regular who comes in just so our bondage pros can artfully and carefully tie, restrict and apply little clamps in a way that she can wear it all uner hwe work clothes. She gets off on secretly being a perv in public."
Shar had to look away from the Kink Clinic pamphlet. Not that she wasn't interested, but this was techincally a job search and she needed to focus on employment, not fantasizing about Kacey in those tight outfits. That was for later.
"Wh-What's  that last one?" she stammered and pointed to the final pamphlet which she slid to herself. Like the Kink Clinic, the cover was more modest and displayed only a bright green field on a warm sunny day. In the distance was a farm complete with barn, pens and everything one would expect the average farm to have. In cartoonish Western-style font the words 'Fetish Farm' were printed with the 'm' spelled using two interlinked horseshoes.
"Ah, this was a fun one to make," Mabel beamed. "We learned quickly that there would be some clients who were more into the roleplay kinks, ones not really suited for the set-up we had for the Clinic. Thanks to the Clinic's success we were able to buy and convert this old farmland into a private fetish playground, just far enough from the city so that prying eyes can't easily find their way in. This is where the kinkier fetishes are played out like pet-play, pony-play, as well as the more intense bondage fetishes. I'd never met a client that wanted to be sealed in a vacuum bed for a solid day, it was so intense!"
Shar blushed again for another reason once she opened the pamhlet. Once again there was a photo of Mabel, this time dressed up in a fetishized cowboy get-up; tight crotchless chaps, a bikini top with tassles over her nipples, long tassled cowboy gloves and a comically bit cowboy hat. She clearly had a lot of fun with this photoshoot judging by the delighted smile. But then Shar noticed the leash in one of her gloved hands and followed it to her surprising partner. The other soul pictured was small with arms tied behind her back and prancing with high steps in what looked like black rubber hoof-boots. A posture collar and blinders kept the small pet from straying away. It wasn't a leash mabel was holding, it was the bridle for the little rubber pony's bit-gag. A swishing horse tail extended from what had to be a butt plug. It took Shar a moment to realize who she was looking at.
"Is... that Katie?" she breathed and got a giggle of confirmation from Mabel.
"Yes! She was very excited to help and both she and Candace still make occasional stops by to volunteer at the Farm and Clinic. That was a fun photoshoot, though we couldn't get as many shots as we usually would like."
"Why's that?"
Now it was Mabel's turn to blush. "Oh, uh, well, Candace was present at the shoot and helped Katie into her pony-gear. But after the first round of shooting Candace called it off and carried katie into the barn for you-know-what. I never knew she could whinny like that, to be honest."
They both shared a little laugh at that; something that kinky was certainly in that couple's wheelhouse. The rest of the pamphlet showcased more the facilities and showed just how deep into the roeplay they got here. This looked much more like a place for subs than for doms and as Mabel explained they were staffed by dominants of all shapes and sizes, all ready to treat their clients how they asked to be treated. When all was said and done, Mabel neatly arranged the pamphlets side by side in front of Shar.
"So, what do you think?"
There was a pause. "I... I'm not sure."
"Not sure you want this? Oh... well, I guess it was a bit sudden to-"
"Not sure which to apply for," Shar cut in quickly, fidgeting in place and unconciously pressing her own ample breasts together. "Th-They all look really fun and, well... the Clinic one really spoke to me."
Mabel leaned over the table again, gazing into Shar's baby blue eyes with her own amber eyes. "I wonder," she pondered, looking the canine up and down like they hadn't just spent an intense night together as roommates. "That one really got your motor running, but I wonder why? The kinks were kinky, sure... but you must have a thing going. Everyone's got a kink, honey, and it's not just your little praise fetish."
Shar blanched. "H-How do you know about that?!"
Mabel giggled. "You were kicking and whining in your sleep so I cuddle you, pet you and whispered 'good girl' to you. You had a boner in a heartbeat even though you were sound asleep. <3"
Shar blushed deeper and looked down. "Oh... uh, yeah, I kinda do."
Mabel leaned in closer, a conspiratorial smile on her lips. "You... have..." she breathed, making a slow reveal. "... a... nurse fetish!"
Shar shook her head. "Close but not quite."
Mabel deflated a bit but perked up as she pondered. Suddenly, her eyes went wide and a big smile broke over her muzzle. "You have a uniform fetish! <3"
This time Shar gave a slow, embaressed nod. "Please don't tell anyone, not yet."
Mabel giggled and kissed her cheek as she got up. "No worries, honey, your secret is safe with me. But I think kacey might find out sooner than you think."
"Wh-Why's that?"
"Oh, well, she'll be coming over to visit this afternoon after class," Mabel explained and leaned in close to whisper in Shar's ear. "And her school has uniforms. <3"
Bang!