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It was the book's fault. That slim blue-bound book with laced filigree edges was a deceiving temptress disguised as a quick read. The problem with working in a bookstore was that there are so many interesting titles to read that often those fond of the act can be found with muzzles stuck between cloth-bound worlds when not assisting customers. Fortunately, Alex encouraged the practice so long as each was returned upon completion. It was a common practice for Mo; The petite serval often had at least one new book tucked away to be finished in her cozy attic room. However, with such a large library to choose from, Mo often plucked new books from the shelves without properly looking into them, a habit that had driven her to read many fascinating subjects and broaden her horizons.

Some horizons, however, should not be broadened while still on the clock, as Mo was soon to find out.

The gauzy curtains were drawn back, a soft breeze filling the bookstore with the scent of warm sand, and arid dust drifting in to mingle with the fragrance of incense and aged paper.

There was a lull in activity, as there were most days, during the peak of the sun's passage through the sky. No cat that could help it was out and about around noon and the store was almost always empty.

Trusting in this fact, the spotted feline made a slow circuit of the store, paw trailing lightly across the spines as she hunted for her next read. Alex was strict about proper organization. Every book had its place in her eyes; It had become second nature to Mo to pluck misplaced tomes from their improper homes and rectify such errors.

Thus she stumbled upon the book.

Her paw had reached for it instinctively, stretching up on the tips of her paws to reach the shelf that was just at the peak of her range; It had likely been stashed by a customer who’d changed their mind about the purchase and hadn’t felt like walking back to where they’d found it. Curiosity drove her to thumb the pages, the scent of old paper drifting up to caress her nose.

Stopping at a random page, her eyes scanned a few of the lines thoughtlessly. She blinked, reread those lines, and snapped the book shut - pressing it to her chest like a kit that had been caught sneaking snacks. What was this doing in the store? Heat flooded her face as she glanced around, ears twitching to make sure that she was still alone. Treading lightly, Mo padded across the thick carpet, slipping into one of the more recessed reading nooks tucked into the back corner of the store before she dared look at the pages again.

Hesitation stayed her fingers for a moment, drawing a heavy scoff from her: it was a book, nothing more. It wasn’t the content of the book that was new to her; Mo had of course dabbled in the art of pleasure with a few partners as well as with herself. However, the prospect of such acts happening in a public bathhouse was not something she’d conceived as possible before now.

That was what drove her now, pure curiosity about unknown knowledge... that was all. There was no flustered coloration to her face or the hint of heat in her core. It was... simply the desire to read over an unknown subject. Nothing more.

Mo paused for a second, glancing around and listening for any telltale signs of another soul being in the store before settling herself up into that nook. It was her favorite place, an odd corner that wasn’t shaped right for bookshelves all the way up which left a small platform sitting atop the half shelf. Alex had covered the space in a multitude of cushions, creating a nest of ruby red and deep turquoise pillows, the perfect spot in which a cat could curl up and read for hours. A small window let a gentle breeze in when the curtains were pulled back slightly, and during the peak of the day, the sun was at just such an angle as to send a few beams through to keep a resting cat nice and warm.

Settling herself among the cushions, she tucked her legs so that she could rest the small book on her thighs, shifting her shoulders to adjust the padding behind her back. There, the perfect position to properly investigate the contents of this deceivingly slim novel.

Drawing in a breath, she slowly opened to the first page as if it were less a novel and more a viper poised to strike. Though, “novel” might be stretching it, based on what she had read earlier. Her paw lightly traced the crisp edges of the pages, thumbing slowly along the edge as her eyes scanned the title page.

“The Art of the Bathhouse”

This was most definitely not a book she’d expected to find in this bookstore; or at least not out on the lower shelves.

Delving into the words, she began to wonder if she had misread those first few sentences seen. All she saw now was information on the history behind the art of bathhouses. Not a subject she’d have thought interesting, but as she kept reading she found that the history and structure were intriguing. Despite the interest, Mo couldn’t keep her paws from flipping forward, skimming across chapter names until she came across the chapter titled “The Pleasures of the Bathhouse”.

Bingo.

Green eyes lifted over the edge of the blue binding, scanning the rows of shelves quickly before lowering once more to widen slightly. Surely this wasn’t accurate! Her face flushed and her core tightened as she started reading about just how some felines chose to find pleasure in these bathhouses. The multitude of ways that any number of partners could be pleased and teased in or out of the water, and just how nice the cool marble was after rigorous activities. She shifted, her hips wiggling as she tried to ignore the tightening and warmth that she could feel building.

She was at work! She was at work and at any moment a customer, or worse, Alex could come sailing through the door. Unfortunately for her, said thoughts of admonishment did little to cool her off; If anything, they spurned a deeper desire to indulge in the feelings described on the pages.

Her resolve faltered; Maybe it was a combination of the heat and how it had been a while since she’d been able to give herself that kind of release, let alone find a partner who managed to give her one. Her hips shifted again, a small grunt slipping past her lips before she could bite down on it at the friction.

Fine. She’d be fast, and light some incense. . .everywhere.

Black-tipped ears strained in one final check, a last chance to curb the desire, the ache; Silence. She bit down on her lower lip, one paw holding the book open while the other made sloppy work of her waist belt. These clumsy fingers added to her heightened awareness, the knowledge that any time wasted could result in being caught.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her mind almost immediately telling herself it was wrong. Then again, how different was this really to those nights at home? Tucked away in her room, she’d light incense and crack open a window to keep the scent from wafting down to the rest of her family. Here she was alone… for now, at least.

There was no turning back as her paw slid beneath the well-worn fabric of her pants, hesitating for just a moment over the source of her warmth. Trailing the tips of her paw across herself, Mo clenched her teeth, eyes refocusing on the pages before her. Featherlight traces sent sparks to her core, her muscles tightening as the anticipation grew.

Normally she liked to draw this out, build it up and make each stroke an experience. Now, however, time was not on her side, and she teased herself for only a moment before her middle finger settled above the small bud between her legs. There wasn’t time to properly relish the act; She’d have to do this fast if she wanted it at all.

Her finger moved slowly for a second, finding a rhythm that made her toes curl before picking up speed. Lidded eyes scanned the pages, “Often a female is accompanied by several companions - both male and female. They either stay together as a group and assist each other or split off for paired or trio sessions before rotating partners.” She shivered. The thought of multiple partners had always interested her, and she quickened her pace; the back of her paw making a slight rustling noise against her pants as she toyed with herself. She closed her eyes, picturing the scene.

Kneeling on a bench, tail hiked up to curl over her back while her legs soaked in the warm water, juices trailing down her thighs as she was taken from behind, her face pressed into the core of a lioness as her own moans were swallowed up, the lioness crying out for her. Paws finding purchase at the base of her ears, the lioness tugging her closer as her back arched up off the cold marble floor. Soft moans and whines mingling with the guttural groans of the lion as he plowed her from behind. The lapping of the water at the pool's edge was muted by the louder clapping of the violet-haired lion as his barbed member drove deeper inside of her.

Her breath caught as she quickened the pace, hips bucking slightly and legs straightening out while she bit down on her lower lip to muffle the small noises and whimpers that were on the tip of her tongue. The book slipped from her paw as she let her fantasy take over and help her the rest of the way. Her paw worked furiously now, as her mind sank back into the bathhouse.

Paws gripped hard against her hips, using them as an anchor point as the feline behind her increased the pace and pressed her muzzle deeper into the imagined lioness before her, claws just scraping the skin beneath her short fur. Her own fingers dug into creamy tan fur, her very real scent that filled the nook being twisted to become the scent of the lioness whom squirmed beneath her tongue. Bucking up, a gasp escaped her, finger dancing in quick rhythmic circles over the almost oversensitized bud as her legs began to shake.

A growl rumbled in the chest of the lion, his climax drawing close, and as he looked at the pair beneath him his thrusts grew rougher. Mo’s whimper was lost in the mound her muzzle was still pressed into, her teeth grazing the sensitive clit of the teal maned lioness, forcing out a shuddering gasp and a tightening of the paws around her ears.

She was close, so close.

Her body shuddered, a shiver that sent her back arching up. She was being pulled in either direction, both felines determined to continue using her for their own pleasure. The paws on her hips tugged her further onto that barbed dick, while the paws on her ears held her muzzle firmly in place so all she could smell was the heat of this lioness. The grip on her hips loosened, the lion's paws sliding up her back to settle on her shoulders. Bending over Mo, his breath ruffled the fur on the back of her neck, eliciting another shiver from the serval. His growls were muffled now as he nosed her scruff, nipping and licking his way up the column of her neck before his teeth sank in.

Small pants made their way past clenched teeth, head falling back against the pillows, body going taut, the fantasy in her mind vanishing as the white-hot orgasm rushed through her. Mo drew in a shaky breath, her paw slowing in its movements until it rested against the slowly growing pool of her release. Fuck.

She knew she had to get up, light incense and air the place out; maybe come up with a cover story about a pair of younger cats coming in at some point. Her body rebelled at the thought, shoulders sinking into the cushions for a moment before she brought her paw up to her muzzle so that she could lap the sticky sweetness from her fingers.

Her other paw drifted to the book, picking up the blue cloth as a small smile tugged her lips. Finally sitting up, she shook her head, “You’re coming home with me. I’m sure Alex won’t mind.”

Standing slowly, Mo reached up, having to shift to the tips of her toes to reach the curtain and draw it fully open to start airing out the nook. Climbing down out of that small space, she felt her knees shake and buckle slightly as she put her full weight on them. Mo shook her head and padded back to the counter, book tucked safely under her arm, already planning to stash it in her satchel at the first opportunity.

Her nose twitched, flaring out and sending her ears back down against her head. She wasn't sure they had enough incense in the whole store to cover her scent...