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"Ahhhh, that's so much better," Mavi sighed as he kicked off his shoes and let his feet unfurl in freedom from their confines. Lion toes flexed and stretched as they were freed from their prison. Trousers, suit jacket, tie, and shirt were discarded and thrown into the laundry bin. Friday evenings were such a relief as it meant the working week was over and two whole days of freedom beckoned. A time to lounge around the apartment in nothing more than a pair of tight fitting boxer shorts. No more having to manage the boss, no more having to listen to clients complaining, and no more having to wear formal wear. Two whole, glorious days of freedom.

Scratching his somewhat pudgy belly and flopping down on his sofa, Mavi was just about to turn on whatever crap television was playing on a Friday evening when his mobile phone went off. A preview of a new text message flashed up on the screen before fading away again. The lion picked it up and had a read. It was from the hook up app he had installed a few weeks ago, letting him know of a new member's only club that had opened in his local area. It was called The Outlands and it sounded like a good place to be able to score some tail. The dress code of leather and rubber was a promising sign and the half-price discount for subscribers to the app did wonders to sweeten the deal.

It did not take long to switch his boxer shorts for a leather jockstrap, squeeze into his leather trousers, find his favourite harness, and throw a casual short sleeved shirt over the top. Add a black leather waistcoat and a leather cap and his look was complete. Looking sexy and casual on the outside, with a hidden kinky treat underneath.

"With any luck there would be some cute foxes I can have mewling like kittens before the night is done," he muttered to himself as he left his home and made the short walk to the club's location. The building was nondescript and looked a little run down, but this helped camouflage it against the other buildings in the area. Only those looking for the club would be able to find it. Upon opening the door Mavi found himself in a small reception area, with a cute looking hyena wearing a white dress shirt staffing the desk. The two creatures eyed each other for a moment before the lion found his voice.

"I got the notification that you're opening today," he pulled his phone out from his waistcoat pocket and showed off the text. The desk clerk gave an excited nod and started typing on a keyboard hidden by the reception desk.

"Oh yes, that's a half-price membership for an annual subscription," he said with a smile in his voice, "and free entry for today's visit as a bonus." He took the lion's payment card and took the payment before pointing to a door at the end of the reception room. "You'll find a changing room through there with lockers for your personal items. To protect our other patrons, no phones or recording equipment are allowed in the club. There is a slot in the locker for your payment card, so you don't have to take it in with you." There was a pause as Mavi gave the hyena a confused look. It seemed this was not the first time the receptionist had seen it. "You'll find a wristband in the locker which will both lock and unlock it, as well as allow you to make payments while inside the club," came the reply without hesitation. "Make sure you don't lose it."

"Thanks," Mavi said, giving one last look to the hyena before opening the door and entering the changing room. It was a white room, with tiles on all the walls. The room was not all that wide, but was quite long and contained a great many small lockers, just large enough to get a backpack in. More than enough space to hold a shirt and his waistcoat, as well as his keys and wallet. Some lockers had a small red light showing, indicating they were locked, but most had a small green light to show that they were available for use. The lion picked one near the entrance and opened the door.

Inside he found a small device in which he could put his card. He obliged the machine and the wrist strap unhooked from the mechanism. It took just a moment more to secure it to his wrist and finished getting changed. With an excited sigh, the lion looked to the end of the room towards a door which would take him into the inner sanctum of the club. Making sure his harness was on straight and his mane was well groomed, Mavi pushed open the door and stepped inside.

From the almost clinical nature of the changing room, the change of atmosphere was jarring. Plush carpet covered the floor, while very expensive looking wooden tables and chairs were placed in a large semi circle around a large central stage which dominated the back wall. Along a side wall was a very well stocked and extravagant looking bar. Behind the lion was a series of doors, small plaques on each door listing a variety of activities that happened in the room within. Seemed that you had to get the right door to exit back to the changing room if you didn't wish to indulge in some pretty interesting fetishes. The final wall seemed to be a more social area with posh arm chairs and sofas all arranged for those who just wanted to relax and talk, rather than sit and have a meal. The whole room was large and very opulent.

His examination of the room was cut short by a very well dressed hyena in a red waistcoat and some of the most expensive looking trousers Mavi had ever seen. A white shirt was tucked in, and the whole uniform was accented with gold coloured thread. The hyena walked on over to him and extended an arm to greet the lion.

"A new member, I see," the host said with a disarming and wide smile as he shook paws with the dumbstruck feline. "Welcome to The Outlands. My name is Tahapenes, but you can call me Tap, and I am your host for tonight's opening night celebrations." Without invitation, the hyena put his arm around Mavi as if welcoming an old friend. The lion had never felt so attended to in a club before. They were usually a bit dank, rough-and-ready, with loud electronic music playing. Not plush, luxurious, with gentle classical music featuring as actual background music.

"You're in luck tonight..." Tap paused for a moment.

"Mavi," came the answer to the unasked question. The hyena nodded and continued.

"Yes, Mavi, you have come early enough to take advantage of our unadvertised special surprise, but more on that later. Tonight will be a fun one, I can assure you. As you've probably noticed we have a lovely stage area where some very special, and sexy, shows will be put on in the latter part of the evening. Before the show, feel free to make use of the bar, the lounge, or even order a meal." He spun the lion around so they were facing the doors. "The toilets are the door on the left. Don't be surprised if some of our more adventurous customers end up being in there, if you know what I mean," a filthy chuckle escaped the hyena's lips at the insinuation. "The other doors are clearly labelled with what their kinky contents are. We will be cycling these around regularly so if your favourite room isn't in tonight, come again soon and it might have well been cycled in. We only ask that you don't go into the door behind the stage unless invited to by the staff. Other than that, have fun. Any questions?"

"Seems a little quiet so far," Mavi said. He thought it was more of an observation than a question, but the Hyena did not even pause. He drew the lion's attention to the doors once more.

"That's because of the special surprise," he said, prompting a puzzled look from his feline customer. "As one of the first visitors, we have laid out a treat. Usually the fetish rooms are communal throughout the night so long as they don't get too crowded. But tonight you get a room all to yourself for two hours." Mavi's face lit up, there were a few rooms that tickled his fancy, so long as there was a slab of sexy rump in there to take advantage of. His hopes were somewhat dashed by his host as the hyena started walking him to one of the doors without waiting to hear the lion's choice.

"Now, as it's first come first served, I'm afraid the other rooms other than this one are occupied," Tap said, as they walked to a door marked SMOKING. "However, this room is the area I run personally, which is why I'm your host for tonight."

"But isn't tobacco outlawed now?" Mavi protested, a little alarmed that illegal activity could be going on. Kinks were one thing, but they had not been banned. The government was very heavy handed when it came to the consumption of tobacco products.

"In most cases, yes," the hyena replied, his arm still around Mani's shoulder and giving him a little comforting squeeze. "However, with the aid of some very, very expensive licences and some extortionate import taxes and fees, cigars and pipe tobacco can still be enjoyed in premises such as this one. Mostly because those in power didn't want to give up their cigars even after the pressure groups eventually got enough support to get smoking banned. Shall we go in?" Without waiting for a reply, Tap opened the door and marched the lion through it. He closed the door behind them and locked it. "There, now no one can disturb us," he said, putting the key in his pocket and walking behind another very expensive looking counter.

Inside the smoking room was very much like the lounge section of the main room. A collection of very plush armchairs and sofas were dotted around, with small tables holding ashtrays next to them. The counter itself was almost buried under a collection of humidors, each one filled with a vast selection of rather large cigars. On a shelf behind the counter was a very ornate shelving unit, filled with jar upon jar of pipe tobacco. One of the walls behind the sofas had the largest pipe rack Mavi had ever seen, with more styles and sizes of pipes than the lion had ever imagined existed. His mind boggled thinking about how much this all must have cost. His concentration was drawn back to the counter by the hyena's laughter.

"Yes, this is the most expensive room in the entire building," Tap laughed. Mavi blushed a little and closed his mouth, which he had realised was hanging open in awe. The air was rich with the sweet smell of tobacco and the lion's nose almost tingled with the various aromas he could sense.

"It's just a shame I don't smoke," he said at last.

"What?" Tap exclaimed, in a voice which Mavi could not work out was genuine or mock surprise. "A big lion like yourself, dressed as a top, and you don't like to fold your subs in half while enjoying a large cigar? I am, well, I'm shocked, if nothing else."

"I'm not dressed like a top," Mavi protested, "I am a top." His host was already at work, however, looking over the humidors until he found what he was searching for. Opening the lid and plucking one of the thinner cigars from it, he approached his guest. Before Mavi could register what was happening, he found the cigar had been pushed into his paw.

"I think this is the perfect beginner cigar. Mild, but with plenty of flavour. Hold it under your nose and take a sniff," the hyena said in a warm and coaxing voice which seemed impossible to resist. "No, no, lengthways. Sniff along the length, that's it. Take all those scents in. Don't they smell nice?" Mavi had to accept that it smelled like nothing he had experienced before. Up close, the scent was far more complex than the room's aroma had implied. He almost failed to register Tap moving the lion's paw up to his mouth to let the cigar slide inside the large feline muzzle. As if on auto pilot he opened his maw to accept it, being very gentle with biting down on it as he closed his mouth again. The taste was even better than the smell. Even without lighting it Mavi could get a better understanding of all the flavours contained within the tobacco leaves.

"That's better," Tap said in a tone that sounded like everything was right with the world again. "Now you look the part. Come here, I'll show you."

Mavi allowed himself to be walked over to the counter. Tap went behind and pulled out what looked to be a free-standing bathroom mirror. He placed it on the last bit of countertop left and let the lion look at himself holding the cigar in his mouth. Against his better judgement, the hyena was right. He looked so much more dominant with a cigar clenched between his teeth. He felt it too, as if some unknown switch had been turned on in his mind. That was not the only thing he felt, as his jockstrap and trousers started to feel rather tight.

Almost as if on cue, the hyena had come and placed an arm around him again, with his free paw giving the ever increasing bulge a gentle rub. It did not take much to bring the lion to full hardness, and nimble canine paws soon had opened up the trousers and fished the erection from its leather confines. The arm around the shoulder retreated and as if out of nowhere a metal lighter appeared. With deft skill the hyena flicked the flame into life, hovering close to the end of the cigar.

"But I don't smoke," Mavi protested one last time.

"Aww, please?" Tap said, his voice dripping with desire. It almost sounded like he was begging. His words were tapping away at his dominant side, encouraging it to come out. "You look totally hot! I'll do that thing you like." Before Mavi could react, the hyena wrapped a paw around the lion's shaft and started to stroke. At the same time he brought the fire to the end of the cigar. It crackled a little as it caught alight. "That's it," he soothed as he danced the fire around the entire end of the tobacco stick, "remember to suck like a straw, not an inhale, and then gently breathe the smoke out."

Mavi was lost to a world of pleasure. He obeyed the command and drew the smoke into his mouth. The taste of the smoke was so much more nuanced than the taste of the raw cigar had been. It was as if adding fire had unlocked so many secrets. He blew the smoke out at the reflection of himself in the mirror. It plumed against the glass before escaping around the sides. The paw working his crotch was slow, steady, and meaningful. The lion was not sure what "the thing he liked" was, but he felt like he was finding out now.

"That's right," Tap continued as he put the lighter away and gave the task of pleasuring his guest his full attention. "Keep looking at yourself in the mirror. See how big, strong, and dominant you look. See how well the cigar completes your image. How it compliments your impressive and full mane. You are the king of the beasts."

Another plume of smoke was pushed from the lion's muzzle, followed by another, and then another. Then Mavi's body reminded him to do something he had forgotten. Breathe. He took a sharp inhale, bringing much needed air into his lungs but also a mouthful of smoke. In an instant he started coughing. He almost dropped the cigar but his paw came up to pull it from his maw as if by instinct.

"Did you just try to inhale the smoke for me?" Tap's question was laced with encouragement. It almost felt patronising, but not quite "That's a good lion. Everyone knows that only the most strong and dominant lions can inhale their smoke. Why don't you try it again for me?"

A tiny part of Mavi's brain was screaming at him. Trying to get him to stop and ignore the hyena's words, but the rest of him was surrendering to the paw rubbing his now throbbing and needy erection. When a warm and wet muzzle started to tease the tip, Mavi's self control left his body and he gave a deep draw on the cigar, flooding his mouth with smoke. He looked his reflection in the eye, opened his mouth and inhaled again. More coughing followed, but so did his encouragement. He tried a few more times and found with each time he was coughing less until soon he was able to inhale after every draw without issue. By now the hyena was almost deep throating his shaft. After a few more inhales, the mouth departed, much to the lion's frustration.

"Let's take this to somewhere more comfortable," Tap said, getting to his feet. "And you can tap the ash off before it lands on me and messes up my uniform." Mavi allowed himself to be led to one of the armchairs, sinking in its comfortable embrace. Almost without thinking he leant forward and tapped the ash of his cigar into the nearest ashtray before placing it back in his mouth and continuing to smoke. His actions were rewarded with the hyena's skilled muzzle again. If this was not the very definition of bliss, the feline could not think of what was.

Tap would keep up with his actions until Mavi could feel himself getting close to climax, only for the hyena to stop and give some more affirmation encouragement. Strong lions inhaled all their smoke. Dominant lions held it in for as long as they could. Mavi was strong. Mavi was dominant. Mavi obeyed. He found he loved the feeling of the thick smoke snaking down his throat and filling his lungs. It was so relaxing, almost intoxicating. Then the mouth would return and the pleasure would assault him all over again. Every time the ash got too long it would be tapped away into the ashtray, with more words of positive feedback making him feel even better. So strong, so powerful, so close.

There was a very frustrated growl from the lion when the mouth was removed for a final time. The cigar was nothing more than a stub in the lion's paw, having gotten too short to hold in his maw without threatening to singe his whiskers. Tap gave the instruction to stub the cigar out in the ashtray. It was an instruction that was followed with some reluctance.

"That was about thirty coin you've just inhaled," the hyena said with a chuckle as he stood up again. Mavi looked at him, crestfallen. "Luckily for you," Tap continued as a wide smile danced over his face, "that only took half an hour. You still have plenty of time left, and everything in here is free for that time." The hyena's little tail was almost wagging as he walked over to the humidors and selected another cigar. It was shorter but much fatter and was rounded off at one end. "This one's a bit punchier, so take it slow if you don't want to make yourself sick." He took it to a small device that resembled a guillotine before placing the rounded tip of it in a hole and bringing the blade down. The end was sliced clean off. He almost seemed to glide across the floor as he returned to the lion, who was more than willing to accept the cigar into his mouth this time. The lighter reappeared and was guided around the free end while Mavi took greedy puffs to help get the thing lit.

"You look so damn sexy right now," Tap said, marvelling at the smoking lion before him. "Let me fetch the mirror." He did so, bringing another table closer to put the mirror on. He then knelt down between the lion's legs again. "Now you can watch yourself smoke. See how amazing you look, how sexy you are, how strong and dominant you're becoming."

Mavi did not feel strong and dominant. He felt like putty in Tap's paws. He obeyed, however, looking at the reflection of the burning tobacco jutting from his muzzle. Seeing the end glow red every time he sucked smoke into his mouth before drawing it deep into his lungs. Every inhale made his erection feel even stronger, even more needy. He could almost have shouted for joy when Tap wrapped his muzzle around it again, continuing from where he left off. He kept watching his mirror image, noting how much more impressive and commanding a fatter cigar looked in his mouth. It did look a little short, but this was only his second cigar. He could work up to something larger before too long.

Somehow the short and fat cigar seemed to take about the same amount of time to smoke as the longer, thinner one did. Mavi was a good lion and inhaled all his smoke, revelling in the praise it earned him from the hyena that had been working hard at keeping him right on the cusp of climax. By now his need was at levels he had never been able to achieve before. Pre had been gushing from him like a fountain, but Tap's skill at keeping him from crashing over the edge had been an exquisite form of torture. The nice sort of torture, though, that you would be happy to consent to. Mavi had been very happy to consent to it, too, even without really meaning to.

"That was fifty coin," the hyena said as the howls of frustration erupted from his very pent up guest. The cigar was extinguished next to the first one. By now the ashtray was starting to get a little full. As if lost in thought, Tap went over to the pipe rack on the wall. Mavi turned in his chair to see what was going on, wondering what his host was thinking about. It became clear when a pipe was pulled from its housing and a jar of orange-red tobacco was taken from one of the jars.

"A pipe?" the lion asked. He quite fancied another cigar, and a pipe was not that. "Aren't I a little young to be smoking a pipe? I'm still a good few years away from retiring, you know."

"You are never too young to smoke a pipe," came the reply. As if to prove his point, Tap put the now packed briarwood to his lips and set the tobacco on fire. He moved the flame around the bowl, charring the top layer before using a small metal item to press it down a little before lighting up again. Smoke billowed with ease from his mouth, far more smoke than Mavi had seen so far. "Pipes are quite hard to light," the hyena said, holding it in his teeth and talking around it. "So I'll get it going for you. You should be able to keep it lit with ease once it has started." He tamped the tobacco down and put fire to the bowl one more time before he seemed to be satisfied. He passed the smoking tool to Mavi who was more than happy to give it a try.

"The smoke is a lot thicker this time," Tap warned, "so be ready for it when you inhale." He gave more of his gentle encouragement while Mavi went through another spell of coughing. Mavi appreciated it. He found he wanted to please Tap. To show him how strong and powerful he could be. He needed to show the hyena that he could handle his smoke like the dominant lion he was. He kept a firm eye on the pipe in his maw through the mirror, watching lungful after lungful of smoke be exhaled through his muzzle. The smoke would also leak from his nostrils, making him look like a powerful dragon. The image was so life affirming. He looked amazing, and felt even better. The smoke slid down into his lungs in such a satisfying way that it sent him to heaven and the nuance of the pipe tobacco was so very different to the tobacco in the cigars. He moved a paw over to his groin but Tap slapped it away.

"No, lion," the hyena commanded in his suggestive yet stern way. "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself. Good, strong, dominant lions don't masturbate unless told they can." Mavi gave a needy whine of protest but did as he was bidden and put his paw back on the armrest of the chair. There was just something about Tap that made everything he said so reasonable to obey. He could not figure out why he felt so compelled to do as the hyena said, especially as his erection roared with the power of a thousand lions, but if strong and dominant lions refrained from self pleasure, then he would refrain from seeking it. The obedience was rewarded soon after as the hyena's muzzle resumed its work after a few minutes, taking the lion all the way to the base in long and slow bobs.

"Awww yes," Mavi moaned around the pipe. He kept his teeth clenched on the stem, accepting with a renewed willingness to take the smoke into him. The pipe smoke was much thicker than the cigar smoke and it made him feel a little light headed, and then that feeling intensified. He moaned a very different moan, sounding more like a sick groan than a moan. He then gave a little cry as the pipe was removed from his mouth. The attention to his erection also ceased and Tap's calming voice soothed its way back into his ears.

"Maybe that was a bit too intense for you," he said as he set the pipe aside in another ashtray. "That was my fault though, so apologies about that." The hyena paused for a moment before standing up and walking to one of the humidors. "Tell you what," he said, "why don't you pick a cigar from this humidor while I go and speak to the boss and see if I can make it up to you somehow? Sounds good?". Mavi thought for a moment before nodding his agreement. He felt a little queasy but it was only a mild sensation in his stomach. Nothing a good cigar would not fix.

Watching his host exit the room, hearing the door lock again behind him, Mavi rescued himself from the comfortable confines of his seat and headed over to the humidor Tap had pointed out to him. There were many options to choose from, with a few cigars of each type in the large box. It was then he saw some of the prices and the lion could not help but give a little yelp of surprise. While most were in the thirty to sixty coin range, which seemed like a lot to begin with, there were some that were well over a hundred coin. They seemed to be the larger ones in this specific humidor, and Mavi suspected the others would have cigars worth far more. He took a moment and selected one of the more expensive ones. It looked around five inches in length and was a little fatter than his second cigar. He figured that would use up the rest of the time he had available.

Returning to his chair and sitting down, the feline felt a little sad that his raging and needy erection had faded and he wondered if he should put everything back in his jockstrap but Tap had not told him to, and he would be back soon, so would there be any point? He set the cigar on the table near the ashtray he had been using while wondering when his host would return. The hyena had been the only way to light the cigars so far and there had been no obvious sources of ignition that he had seen so far.

After a few minutes had passed, the captive lion had recovered from his mild nausea and now felt a new and unfamiliar feeling. He wanted the cigar. Something inside was calling at him to get the cigar lit and to bring the smoke into his lungs. Was it a want, or was it a need? Mavi did not know but he hoped that Tap would hurry up and get back. He even tried picking up the pipe again and giving it a few draws. His reward was the taste of burnt tobacco but no smoke. He was too late and it had gone out. Giving a resigned sigh, he put the pipe back and slumped back into his chair and waited.

After what seemed like far too long, the click of the door unlocking happened and Tap walked in, wheeling a trolley filled with food and drink with him. The hyena relocked the door and presented the feast to the waiting lion.

"My apologies for the delay," Tap said as he pushed the feast up to his charge. "The boss wanted me to offer you this meal on the house, as well as one other bonus." He pulled a large napkin from the lower half of the trolly, tying it around Mavi's neck. Moving the mirror aside and transferring the food to the tables, he took a look at the chosen cigar. "Good choice," he commented, "I would have suggested one quite like it for a big, strong lion like you."

"I guess the bonus isn't a takeaway service for cigars?" Mavi knew the answer to the question, but could not resist asking.

"Alas not," Tap replied with his disarming smile. "Not if we want to retain our licences, anyway. Though the boss has said that I can extend your stay in the room for the entire time we're open, with everything on offer being free. We may be losing a fair bit of potential trade on our opening night, but we aim to correct our mistakes in a way that will hopefully encourage our customers to return. Now, what do you wish to eat?"

"Actually," Mavi said, giving the cigar a hungry look, "I would like to have that cigar first." He was unable to tell if the smile that redrew itself on Tap's face was surprised jubilation, or triumph. Whichever it was he was a little saddened by what the hyena replied with.

"All in good time," The hyena pushed a knife and fork into Mavi's hands. "But I can assure you that a post meal cigar feels like the best cigar you've ever had. You thought those other cigars were good but, to use a tired phrase, you ain't seen nothing yet." This cheered the lion up somewhat and he set to work demolishing the meal that was presented to him. He was hungrier than he thought and soon his belly was telling him that he was full. With his meal complete, Tap picked up the cigar and, after running it through the cigar guillotine, he pushed it between Mavi's lips. It was accepted in earnest and once the lighter was giving off its flame once more, the lion was leaning in to push the end of the cigar into the fire.

Tap was right. The first inhale was almost magical. It relaxed him almost at once and the lion was a little surprised at how tense he had been feeling. The next few inhales were close to euphoric. When the mirror was returned and Mavi was able to see how he looked with the longer, fatter cigar jutting from his jaw, the change between flaccid and erect was near instant. He glanced a look at Tap, who appeared to have noticed. A wry smile crept across the hyena's face as he cleared the dinner things away.

"That's it, keep inhaling all your smoke," the encouragement turned back on. "Feel how horny it makes you, how fierce your need is. Notice how much stronger it is when you're smoking. Keep watching yourself smoke, see how pipes and cigars enhance your look, how they accent your style. Doesn't it feel good to smoke cigars and pipes? Yes, it feels really good. I bet it feels even better when I do this." Kneeling down, Tap resumed his attention on the lion's shaft.

The rest of the night was spent with Mavi almost constantly smoking cigars, while his host did his very best to keep the lion right on the edge of the release he craved. It could almost have been described as cruel, as Tap made sure that he reinforced his actions with affirmative words and gentle encouragement. Near the end of the time they had together another attempt at pipe smoking was made and this time was far more successful. Mavi loved how smoking a pipe made him feel and he loved the hyena's attention almost as much. He was brought to the edge of tears many times during the night as his frustrated loins begged for release but received none.

"Customers are advised the club will be closing in five minutes," a voice rang out through the building. "Please make your way to the changing areas, and on behalf of everyone at The Outlands, we hope you have a safe journey home." They were words that almost killed Mavi, as the hyena's attention was brought to an end. The rather large cigar in his muzzle was pretty much at its conclusion and he still had not been allowed to climax. He almost sobbed in frustration as he extinguished his smoke and allowed the hyena to slide his meat back into his leather jockstrap.

"Don't worry," Tap said, turning on the charm one final time. "Strong lions such as yourself don't need to climax. They can cope with a night of teasing, and they certainly don't seek to pleasure themselves when they are away from the club." The words settled in Mavi's mind and somehow he felt better about the whole situation. He zipped up his leather trousers and allowed Tap to escort him from the smoking room and back to the lockers. With a friendly farewell from his host, he found himself alone in the changing area.

Almost as if in a daze, he tapped his wrist strap to the locker's door, which beeped and opened. He put the strap back in its housing and collected his bits, throwing his shirt back over his harness and his waistcoat over that. His mouth felt empty without a cigar in it and he was exhausted from the over stimulation. Bidding a good night to the receptionist he made the short journey home, collapsing on his bed before even getting undressed. It had been an amazing night, and even though he did not get the tail he was after, that did not matter. After all, strong lions can cope with a night of teasing, and he was a big, strong, dominant lion after all. He fell asleep with a smile on his face as he thought of the good time tonight had been, happy it was the weekend so he could return again tomorrow.