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The little bell emitted a pleasant ring when Carl opened the door of the antique shop. It was only after he stepped in that he wondered what he was doing here. The black cat was a young student at the nearby university, and he did not have a particular fondness for browsing old furniture and statues. And yet, here he was, not even thinking about it.The cat thought about leaving. He was going to miss his morning class, after all. However, he decided against it; more worringly, he could not say why.What is the class going to be about, anyway? It feels like ages since I attended,_he noticed. The soft _clunk of the shop's service door interrupted his thoughts.

"Ah, if it isn't the young Carl. Good morning," a soft voice arose from the other side of the shop. Carl turned his head. An old red panda, who felt eerily familiar to Carl.

"Oh, mister Cheng. Hello," Carl replied.Wait, how do I know his name?, the cat immediately realized.

"Good to see you are well. Why don't you go on the other side of the counter and start your shift," the red panda asked, giving the wooden furniture a pat.

"Shift? Umm... I'm sorry, mister Cheng, but I have to attend class today, and I don't remember working a student job here," Carl said.

"Hmm hmm," Cheng simply nodded, from his position at the other end of the shop, by the front door.

Wait... What?, Carl panicked, when he suddenly felt himself standing behind the shop's counter. He was starting to get confused, and dizzy. But before he could totally panic, the shopkeeper was to his side. He fetched an item from his pocket, a pendulum like the ones he saw in TV shows and comics. The panda swung the objkect in a slow, regular momentum, in front of the cat's eyes. His gaze instinctively followed the shiny object moving just in front of him

"Calm down. Follow this pendulum with your eyes. Don't move your neck... Yes, good, just like that..." he heard the asian shopkeeper instruct.

Carl followed the little crystal pearl at the end of the pendulum, his slitted eyes going left, right, left, right. He began to doze off...

Carl regained consciousness, when he heard a loud_schlurp_, and felt something warm and wet surround his cock. He looked down to see mister Cheng going down on his cock, from behind the counter.

"Mi... Mister Cheng!" Carl meowed.

"Hmm... Gulp..." Cheng groaned, not even bothering to react. Conflicting feelings raged inside of Carl's mind. That is was wrong; that it felt good; that he should stop him; or maybe not. Let yourself go. Do not resist, a voice whispered to his mind. But was it his voice?

"Aah... Ahh..." he moaned, each time that the panda nestled his barbed penis in his throat.

Another black-out, another situation. Carl's memories were fuzzy. Something about moving some crates in the backroom. But for now, Carl's entire focus was on the pendulum which swung left and right in front of him.

Cheng grinned. "Turn around and lean on the crate in front of you." The cat obeyed. "Lift your tail." Once more, Carl acted according to Cheng's instruction. The cute, pink hole of the cat was just in front of him. The feline could not see anything, but as soon as he felt the antique shopkeeper's tongue explore the space between his buttcheeks, he sang a long, uninterrupted series of meowls, to his employer's immense enjoyment. After several minutes, Carl felt the red panda lean over him and slip inside his saliva-coated backdoor. He heard the shopkeeper grunt as his tight hole sucked the panda's member in.

With each pounding of the chubby asian's hips against his butt, memories began to surface again. That was not the first time, not even by a long shot. He remembered the time where he was on his back on the crate; the time where Cheng simply pressed him on the wall and fucked him like that; even the time where the red panda simply let the feline sit on his fat cock, slowly.

As the panda gave a final thrust inside of him, the cat remembered everything. Even his agreement with the shopkeeper.

Coming back to his senses, the cat grabbed his dick in his hand and masturbated himself, helped by the red panda enjoying the mess that he made with his tongue, once again. It did not take long before he came too.

The two males swiped themselves off and put back their clothes. In the main room of the shop, a old-timey clock rang, signaling that it was already noon, and time for Carl to go to his afternoon class.

Carl looked at mister Cheng. "Should we do it?"

The asian shopkeeper chuckled. "I'm amazed that you are still so eager to keep your end of the bargain."

"Giving myself completely to a pervy old man, and get some good sex from it, with the only condition being that I am made to forget about it temporarily? Damn sure I am," Carl claimed.

"When?" Cheng asked simply.

"After tomorrow is a Saturday, so I'm good from 9 to 7," Carl indicated. Cheng made no mistake: the feline was in charge just as much as the red panda. It was a mutual agreement after all.

"Deal. Do you want to do something special?" Cheng asked, while fetching his pendulum.

"As usual: surprise me," Carl simply answered.

Cheng grinned as he began to swing the pendulum. "Follow this pendulum..." He began...

"Earth to Carl, hellooo..." the teacher called out, annoyed. Carl woke up, startled. He was in class. Did he fell asleep? He had no recollection neither from his morning class, nor from how the current class started. While the cat was being admonested by his teacher, his thoughts suddenly went to that antique shopkeeper, whom he worked for in Summer.

Weird, he thought. Shaking his head, the feline did his best to keep up with the resuming lesson. At the same time, in his head, a small suggestion started to grow in his mind, little by little: I should go visit Mr Cheng, Saturday.