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At The Lost Toad

"So Sammy, what's the story with the margay?" Quinn whispered to the otter pouring her her next glass of red wine. She nodded her head in reference to the spotted cat guy sitting at the other end of the bar.

Sam sighed. "Well, he comes in every few days and orders food and libations. Because this is a pub and we sell those things." Sam put the glass down in front of the bobcat woman. "Seriously, in all of the years you've been coming here I'd think you would have figured out that's generally why people do come here. I'm going to start giving you a quiz before I serve you."

Quinn sneered at the bartender. "You know what I mean. What sorts of things is he into?"

"Beer. Cheeseburgers."

"Bah, what do I pay you for?"

"To serve you food and libations. This will also be on the quiz."

"Ha. Ha." She replied."Come on. You aren't curious about him? Haven't sidled up and shot that small-talk bartenders are famous for? Surely you think he's hot as well."

"He is cute. But one, I don't hit on customers because that would be unprofessional. And if I was going to hit on him I'd do it for me, not you."

"But there in lies the beauty. If he's straight you're not out anything sending him this way. And if he's gay I'm not out by you banging him. And if he's bi then I'm more than willing to share."

"You are assuming I am," Sam sneered.

Quinn chuckled, "Damn, foiled."

"Indeed." Sam wandered off to help other paying customers.

Quinn just sipped her wine and watched the margay guy watch some sportsball game on television. Quinn herself was a regular at the Lost Toad Tap. It was a good post-work wind down spot. She could get some good food and wine, lust after sexy other patrons from her perch, and of course give Sam a hard time. Though she tended to end up on the short end of that particular stick more times than not. Still, it was good fun.

The Toad was lost in more ways than one. For glancing about the décor it didn't know if it was a sports bar, dive bar, or hunting lodge. It was lost in purpose as well. In the mid-afternoon it was a townie bar with a handful of the usual sorts about. Come evening it was basically a family restaurant. And at night it was a full on hook up joint for all sorts of casual sex. It was the reputation for the latter that had first lured Quinn to the bar. But her boss being of the early-to-bed-early-to-rise mindset meant she missed out on that particular atmosphere. Of course there were other places in the area that were good places to find a mid-day hookup. But they didn't have nearly as good food nor wine. And there was something to be said for a bit of quiet after a long day in the office.

Her own regular status here meant she got to know all of the other regulars, for better or for worse. And the margay was a new regular. He'd been coming here a couple of times a week for a month or so. He was cute and seemed polite. And that made him a ideal prey for Quinn. She glanced at her phone where she had open the Black Book app. Black Book was the reigning fad program for finding local sexy hookups. But the margay hadn't been on there. And he hadn't joined in the five minutes since she'd last checked. Ultimately she was going to have to do things the old fashioned way.

When Sam came back around she gave the instruction to put the margay's next beer on her tab.

"Actually taking matters into your own hands for once?" he asked.

"I have to. The service here sucks."

He chuckled and walked off to give the spotted guy a refill. The shocked margay looked over to his benefactor. Quinn gave her best ditsy smile and wave. He mouthed a 'thank you.' But it was unnecessary as she picked up her wine glass and sauntered on over.

"Hello, there," she said. "I'm Quinn."

"Sealy," he said, bashful at the gesture sent his way.

"Couldn't help but notice you coming by every once in a while. Figured I'd make you feel welcome." She caught him glancing toward Sam. "Whatever he told you about me it's wrong."

"He just said you were a nice lady who bought me a beer."

"Well, I suppose it'll do." She sat down on the stool next to the margay. "Anyway, what brings you into this neck of the urban woods?"

He was still clearly unnerved by Quinn's forwardness but managed to organize himself. "Just moved here for work a few months ago. I read some good reviews online and decided to give it a shot."

"There's a lot to like. Good food, good wine," she toasted her glass, "service leaves something to be desired, though." She said the last bit so Sam could hear. He made a rude gesture toward the bobcat. She only chuckled. But Sealy had left a bit of a door open, "So, what sort of reviews did you read about this place?"

The margay smiled bashfully. He definitely knew full well what she meant. "Well, they mentioned a certain atmosphere to this place. And that had me interested. I haven't seen much of that sort of thing while coming here, though. But the food and drink is good and the atmosphere is peaceful."

Well, score, he was lured in for the same reason Quinn had been all those years ago. "Unfortunately that other sort of thing is more of a night-only thing. In the day you just get the occasional hungry bobcat." She gave her best salacious grin.

Sealy's bashfulness subsided as he let his eyes run over Quinn's body.

Sam slipped up to the bar near them. "Ahem. If you two are going to talk dirty could you take it over to the booths?"

"Gladly," Quinn said. She picked up her glass, which she swirled to indicate its near emptiness. "And bring me another. And a food menu. This will be my third and I'd like to keep my faculties about me so I can make properly cognizant decisions about my body." She downed the rest of the glass. "And I think I'd like to be able to remember things in the morning." She looked fondly over her new found friend. Sam sighed and went to do as instructed. The cats gathered their belongings and headed to a booth in a far corner of the restaurant.

"So, what brings you to Lyra?" Quinn put her head down on her hands and looked longingly at her new toy. He didn't quite know how to handle her antics. He was the sort who knew what he wanted sexually but wasn't quite certain how to get it.

"Well, work offered me a job here."

"And where do you work at?" Not somewhere he was particularly proud of, given his hesitation.

"Oh, just Kebab Kottage." One of the big chain fast food joints.

"You moved to Lyra for a chance to work there?"

"Well, I've worked for them since I was in high school. And I've been managing for a while. I went to college for management. Anyway, they started the whole new breakfast menu and gave me the chance to open the start of it here in Lyra."

"Oh, now that's something. You're trying to play humble but here you are being asked to run this start up thing."

"Eh, it's still just fast food." He looked aside.

"But I'm sure it's not easy. Dealing with all the snafus of the new menu. Having to get customers to try the new and exciting menu options. How is it, by the way?"

"Not that bad," he said. "Actually a good alternative to something like O'Daffy's, I think."

"Cool. I'll have to try it someday."

They were interrupted for a moment by Sam bringing more drinks and taking their food order; a klipspringer burger for Quinn and a fried turkey sandwich, hold the mayo, for Sealy. And Quinn insisted on an order of fried cheese balls because those were always tasty.

"So, where do you work?" Sealy asked.

"I'm an architect. Work at a small-ish firm downtown."

"Now that sounds interesting," he stated.

"Heh, sounds more interesting than it is. At least at my level. I don't design the pretty outer bits. I just design the many, many floors of identical office space." Quinn sipped her fresh wine. "I'll move up eventually. Though then I end up getting to do customer service myself. With customers who have a lot more money than they do an understanding of the basic laws of physics." Sealy snorted beer out his nose as he choked up laughing. "You okay?" Quinn laughed. She was truthfully more concerned than she had ability to get across.

"Yes," he coughed. "Oh, wait until I'm not drinking before saying something like that."

"Heh, no promises." She let her new friend regain his composure.

"Gods, though, thinking of customers like that. I have my share of stories."

"At least your customers won't get anyone killed with their stupidity."

"You'd think that." He said, "until they invent their own fad diets and start spreading them around. Like, there was this one lady who invented the mayonnaise diet. There's a reason I can't touch the stuff anymore."

Quinn shivered. "Just thinking of that makes me ugh."

Sealy chuckled as he sipped his beer. Sam set the cheese curds upon the table. They were advised to wait for them to cool before digging in. Quinn lifted her glass and said, "To customer service."

"To customer service," Sealy agreed. They clanked glasses and drank.

They munched the cheese curds in silence for a bit, not thinking of anything else to say. Of course it was Quinn to break the silence next. "So, any reason beyond the job opportunity for coming here? I mean I'm sure they were going to start the breakfast menu in your home town as well."

"Well, it'd have been hugely remiss of me not to take the chance. I mean my hometown has its charm. But I definitely welcome something new. Besides, I'd been contemplating my chances at moving here for a while. There are aspects to Lyra that appeal to me."

Quinn bared a wide grin. Sealy shrunk down bashfully once more. Not only did the Lost Toad have a reputation, but so did the city of Lyra as a whole. Hell, it wouldn't surprise Quinn if the tourism bureau wasn't considering 'come here and get laid' as a slogan. Sealy poked at his beer glass. Quinn drank a swig of her wine. "Heh, it's okay. In case you haven't noticed I'm a rather forward person. I'll start. I like sex."

Sealy swallowed nothing then took a gulp of beer. He opened his mouth to speak but then Sam arrived with lunch. Once the otter was safely out of range Sealy continued. "Well, yeah, I have been interested in the sexual landscape of this place for a while. I mean, I'm sure it's not as big of a deal as all the rumors make it out to be."

Quinn waved her hand, "Some things are more accurate than others. It's mostly a matter of how far you personally want to go."

Sealy nodded. "I mean, growing up in a small town there aren't many options. My college wasn't exactly huge either. I had some encounters there with sex parties or whatever. But those, um, let's just say they went very ugh."

Quinn nodded, "I've definitely been to my share of those."

"I kind of hoped that at least here there would be many more options for me to choose from." He paused to take a bite of sandwich. "Mmf. But I haven't really found anything that really suits me yet. But I've only been here for a couple of months. And it's not like work leaves me much time or energy to seek stuff out."

Quinn shook her head. "I understand. There's a lot of options to explore, though. But if nothing else there's always prostitution to get you started."

Sealy nodded. "Yeah, but my job doesn't pay that great even for being a manager. And after moving costs and everything else it'll be a bit before I have funds saved up. And I have to save up as I've got a rather specific fantasy."

Quinn grinned. Now they were getting to the really good stuff. "Oh? Do tell."

"I want to watch a couple of women put on a show for me."

Quinn waited a bit expecting there to be more sentences. "That's it?" she finally said. She giggled a bit. Sealy's ears went back and he slumped down in the booth. "Sorry, sorry, that's a valid fantasy. Very valid. It's just not exactly a mark that's a challenge to hit. At least not around this place. Hell, I can write down half a dozen decent female-on-female sex shows within an half hour walk from here."

Sealy pushed himself a bit more upright. "I know, I know. I was just kind of hoping for a more personal showing."

"Ah, yes, now that's a bit more specific. Still not terribly difficult to find some willing women."

"I've had issues in the past with it," he admitted. Now his mind was running back somewhere.

And of course Quinn was now morbidly curious. "What did you do?" She teased.

"Well, second year of college. I mean, I had made good friends with this one lesbian couple my first year..."

"Oh, God, and you asked if you could watch them, didn't you?" Sealy nodded slowly. Quinn clasped her hands to her face. "Did you switch schools immediately."

He sighed, "No. But I never talked to them again. After getting a long earful about sexualizing their relationship."

Quinn nodded slowly, "You do know what the problem was, right?"

"The problem is I presumed they would put on a show for me."

"Basically, yes. It's actually worse given you already knew them and had some familiarity with their relationship."

He sighed and nodded again. He drank the rest of his beer and waited for Sam to bring him another.

"But yeah. Dumb mistakes like that aside it's still not too terribly difficult to find some women whom are into putting on a show. And with me to guide you things are much less likely to go awry." She polished off her glass of wine.

"I'm surprised you're still interested in me after that."

"Bah, if I refused to have sex with anyone who made some stupid mistake when they were young I couldn't even masturbate." She winked. "The important thing is that you recognize it as a stupid mistake and try never to do it again."

"Heh, I try to keep improving. Can't guarantee anything, though."

"Yeah. But that's really the best any of us can do."

Sam brought a final round of drinks for the pair. Sealy toasted, "To stupid mistakes and making as few of them as possible."

"Hear hear."

**

An hour and a half later they were in Quinn's apartment. Sealy sat nude on the sofa as Quinn rode him cowgirl style. Cum already dripped from her pussy about his solid shaft. He hadn't lasted long at first. But he fought through the tiredness and kept himself nice and hard in her. Her fingers played with her clit driving pleasure through herself. His hands clutched at the cheeks of her arse. She'd have to try him in that back hole at some point.

She ground down on Sealy. Her mind, heart, and pussy were both ecstatic that they actually got to score with the gorgeous margay. She herself only lasted another five minutes before cumming hard about his cock. And her pussy milked him into venting his balls into her once again. Good thing they'd both had their shots.

Quinn rolled off of him onto her sofa. Cum dripped from her pussy onto the blanket she had laid out. "Mind if I put something on television?"

"Go for it," he said.

With the earlier conversation and future plans she had to flip to a porn channel showing some hot lady on lady action. Thankfully it was right in the middle of a good porny bit and not in the midst of some gratuitous plot. They were getting a nice eyeful between a tigress woman's legs as she ate out a grey rabbit woman atop her. Quinn's paw was quickly between her legs rubbing herself at that sight.

Sealy licked his lips. "Nice," he said. With this to watch it wouldn't be long before he found his third wind, Quinn hoped.

"So, what sorts of women do you like?" Quinn asked him.

"Um? Lots of them?"

"I mean for me finding us a show. What sorts of species? What sorts of naughty things do you want to watch them do?"

"Well, this tiger is definitely doing it for me."

"Mmm-hmm, me too," she said, as if he couldn't tell by her masturbating. "Definitely a tiger."

"Rabbit is hot too, but I kind of want something different."

Quinn had an evil thought. "What were the species of the women you hit on in college?"

"One was a coyote. The other a skunk."

Quinn cackled.

"You can't be serious."

"I have to be. It's hot now. Got to watch you get off to one of the ones who got away."

"They weren't ones who got away."

"They were in the sense that they got away when you tried fishing by jumping in the lake after the fish." She laughed at him. He sulked. "Oh, come on. When confronting a fuck up like this you need to take ownership of it. Besides, now I want to watch a tiger woman eat out a skunk's ass!"

His eyes flashed wide.

"Sorry," she realized her mis-step. "I should have made sure you were okay with rimming before I said."

"I am as long as it is clean. Then it's hot, yes."

"Good, good. That's on the list then. Maybe I should write this down?" Quinn looked about for paper.

"I'm sure you'll remember."

"Probably. But if I forget and you don't remind me I'll make you find your own sex from then on."

"Fair enough," he chuckled.

"Now, if you are okay with anal play, and if you've recovered enough," she said as she rolled over and propped herself up on the couch, "I want you to shove that thing in my ass."

Sealy pulled himself up. "Gladly."