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My tail did a quick backflip while I tried to keep a straight face-

Ha ha ha.

Jesus...

"Must be a fun place," I tried my best.

The lynx flicked his ears happily.

"Yes, the girls tell that the music is great and that there are always lots of furs wanting to dance!" the tall cat smiled.

With those looks and that rump, I was sure he'd have to fight them off his tail. Possibly someone called Jizzy, with a leather cap and a studded collar, and assless pants.

Still I smiled.

"Heheh, well...I hope you and Mason and the girls will have a good time."

The handsome lynx grinned and flicked his ears broadly.

"I'll make sure that Mason tells you all about it!" he beamed.

"I'll look forward to it," I chuckled.

Now that was bound to be either painful or painfully hilarious, I decided, and put a happyhappy Rory on my face again.

"Yes," the lynx smiled, "finally we have the time, after spending all the nights recently either reading Caledon Rocks and...heheh, stuff."

"It's good to have hobbies," I suggested.

That was lame.

*mental sigh*

"True!" he grinned, his tail looping happily. "Do you like the books, Rory?"

Ouch...busted.

"I...uh...I've heard Mason talk a lot about them, so I should really check them out, heh, " I scratched the back of my neck and looked guilty as shit.

"Ohhh...well, I'm sure that he can borrow you the books when you get around to it!" the lynx enthused me with a broad smile.

"Heh, maybe he will," I tried.

Heh.

The lynx peered along the slowly moving queue and turned to me again, still smiling.

"Aha, looks like it's my turn soon," he spoke politely, waving his treasured little book, "and I shouldn't keep you from working anyway! Can't harass Mason's work friends at his job, hahah!" the lynx purred.

"Ohh it's no trouble," I tried my best smile, and meant it.

"Heheh...well, catch you around, Rory?"

"Uh...yeah!" I smiled briefly and gave him plenty of happy ear flicks. "Nice talking with you...eh...Haakon."

"That's me," the lynx grinned toothily. "Thanks a lot, Rory!"

"Yeah...eh..."

I gave him a quick farewell and made my way quickly upstairs so that could hide my suspiciously bulging pants front under the sales counter. It was quite the squeeze to get past Marge without sticking my hard-on against Marge's ass. I managed just about, and only suffered a few tail flicks and lewd grinning from Marge when I had to pass her butt to butt and she absolutely liked it. I settled behind my cash register and tucked my tail about my ankles to keep it sage from Marge's further antics.

"How's it going?" I spoke matter-of-factly.

"Typically," she snorted, her tail swaying like a weird fleshy metronome setting the tune for her nagging action.

"Huh?" I smiled dumbly.

"YOU get to chat up hot guys when I'm slaved up here and the biggest kicks I'm gonna get is from staring at the covers of the Adalmina Woolworth novels I sold to some wolf," she frowned.

Uhhh...whut??

My heart bounced crazily against my ribs while I wondered on her comments. Just...what?

"Whut?" I spoke.

"You heard me," she shook her head, flicking her ears swiftly. "You go down there having good cat time with Mason's foreign fellah and all I get is a wolfess who looks like she swallowed a cactus. Good job."

"You can have him all for yourself, if you ask Mason first," I put up the defences as best as I could, trying to steer the implications as far as possible from anything that might indicate that I might be interested in spending more than normal guy time with the lynx.

"Yeah, right," her tail swung rapidly, "you're all the same..."

"You who?" I snuffled.

Marge shrugged, her claws thrumming against the counter.

"Studmuffins having a competition of who's got biggest, of course," she stated.

I practically coughed up my coffee up at the implication of having a cock comparison "fight" with the lynx. On a more lurid mood set I would've probably enjoyed the idea to the fullest - I mean, there had to be a million porn flicks that had such a premise..."straight" guys trying to see who's got the biggest and then paws would wander and next step would be hardcore bareback assfucking.

I just kinda stared at her, my jaw a bit slack from general shock.

"We were talking about the books, actually," I shrugged. "He brought his first book to be signed. I don't think he was doing that in an attempt to size me up..."

"He should've sized ME up, not you!" Marge snuffled.

"Well, maybe I'm the alpha male of the shop," I suggested, knowing that it sounded ridiculous. "You can be my alpha bride if you like..."

Marge snuffled, making her whiskers wobble.

"Nah, Goggy is really jealous, and his work involves handling lots of sharp knives and boiling grease, so you shouldn't try anything, you!" she swiped my ass with her tail.

Seriously.

I returned the flick with my heavy bat of a tail and rolled my eyes.

"And what about you flirting with a Norwegian hunk?" I suggested with a "you kidding?" face firmly on my features.

Marge smirked toothily.

"As long as I don't touch he doesn't mind...," she looked fairly dangerous while her eyes flicked up and down my nice-albeit-modest-compared-to-Haakon frame.

"Really now?" I braved.

"Of course," she purred, leaning a bit close to me, "he likes it when I come back home all worked up...he doesn't it's from watching other fellahs when it's Goggy who gets the bedrobatics...exclusively."

I cringed a little at the idea of Marge's sex life and shook my head, my ears dropping.

"Jesus, Marge...," I rumbled.

I was almost too forlorn to think about the date, but only almost.

Besides, I had an erection while thinking about Victor, that was a double whammy. I conjured the image of Victor's broad and nice rump for a brief lovely moment, keeping any speculations of Haakon butts at bay with the idea of how nice it felt to run my swollen cathood between those thick, fleshy cheeks and just hump a little bit up and down on that hot, warm...

My erection pulsed dangerous inside my pants, and I really had to turn back to face the counter again to make sure that Marge didn't get any wrong ideas about me in general.

"Bah," she snuffled from my side, "at least I've got his Facebook and the pictures he put up there from his fishing trip...shirtless..."

Marge purred and, being the stupid as fuck cat as I was, I asked.

"You got Mason's buddy on Facebook?" I flicked my ears with disbelief.

I received a hungry grin in return from the cougar.

"I've got Mason in my Facebook, and a certain Norwegian lynx is of course Mason's friend, and he certainly isn't too prudish with his privacy settings...", she winked and purred crazily.

I wanted to hide under the counter.

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Rest of the early afternoon went smoothly, thankfully. Even my hard-on went down, though there was a momentary resurgence when a hugely smiling and purring Haakon passed me with a smile while clutching his presumably newly signed Caledon Rocks book against his chest. He got a very good look from Marge, too, who seemed almost hypnotized by the sway of the lynx's tail over the smooth curves of his grade A butt. I hurried myself with the discount coupons in a desperate attempt to make myself NOT to think about hot lynxes, and judging from the way how Marge gnawed on her claws, it seemed that someone else, too, was wondering about just how nice those curves were when not covered in arguably skin-tight fitting pants.

Heck, maybe Marge had a point in watching but not touching, eh? It was very easy to transfer any lingering horniness caused by a nice-looking lynx to genuine ideas on what to do with a certain Dobie who was known to be pretty much open for many ass antics, if the mood was right. I wondered whether a first official date counted as the correct circumstances for a recap of our night of hard ball-slapping action, but whatever the outcome would be, I don't think I would have anything to complain. It was simply nice to go out, after all, have a good time, do fun things, whatever came after that would just be extra.

My butt musings were interrupted around 2 pm, when Mason appeared upstairs, his tail still wagging widely, and asked me to come to the back room for a little while. Marge told me to it hit, and off I went, following the swaying wolf and soon finding myself from the coffee corner facing the mist-tiger and the ever so purple Ms. Lopez whose tail was flicking from side to side with the intensity of a cattle prod. Mason looked like would reach geosynchronous orbit within minutes. The tiger smiled and waved a red Albrecht Brothers carrier bag in his paw.

"Hey, Rory," the tiger spoke with his by now familiar, calm voice, "Mason and his friend Haakon told me that you haven't a copy of my books yet, so I took the liberty of signing a set of Caledon Rocks paperbacks for you."

The tiger smiled again and offered me the red bag he had been holding, his ears flicking broadly.

"Uhhh...,"...I must have sounded like a complete tool while my eyes flashed between the bulging bag, the offering paw, the tiger's earnest, smiling face, Mason, and Ms. Lopez and her dangerous tail.

"Courtesies of the publisher," the leopard practically snarled between pursed lips.

"Wow...," I smiled, my eyes a bit wide for the prospect of a bag full of free books being offered by the author himself. "Thank you, uhh..."

"Mistwillow," the tiger smiled.

I smiled and took the offered bag, and then shook paws with him, and smiled again, and Ms. Lopez didn't smile.

"Thank you very much," I repeated, and really meant it.

"My pleasure," the tiger smiled. "Your friend Mason got a similar package, too!"

"I got hardcovers," the wolf declared from behind me.

Ms. Lopez's ears flattened.

"I had a lovely time here, you've all been most helpful," the mist-fellow spoke, addressing me and Mason, it seemed, "thank you two for making this as special for me as you helped to make it special for those who came to see me."

"My pleasure," Mason chimed in.

"Glad to be of help," I tried feebly, clutching my red gift bag.

"You most certainly were, and I think you could help me with something else, too," the tiger continued.

My ears perked.

"I wonder where you put my coat."

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Rest of the day was nothing short of ordinary, now that the ruckus caused by the signing was over, and I even got a further break from the counter while I helped Mason carry the cardboard knights back to their place upstairs. The wolf couldn't stop going on about how cool the day had been, and how he'd make room in his book shelf for the new set of Caledon Rocks books, and how he and Haakon would be having a great time tonight as well, going out with the girls. I decided not to inquire him more about his evening activities, deciding that the wolf probably knew what he was doing, anyway, and thus, I was happily left to think my own evening tomorrow, when I hoped to hit the jackpot with my already infamous date with a certain stick enthusiastic Dobie.

I ended up home in good spirits, a bit worked up in the balls place from my lynx attack and related madness, but I was adamant on not to do anything drastic before my date. As such, I was even a good kitty and put on some track pants after I dried up from my shower. I really had to quit the habit of sitting in front of the computer naked, I decided, modestly clad in my pants while I browsed a few web pages and checked my email and then went over to Facebook. My wall included bombastic updates from Mason who was all WOO!! over the book signing, Marge's cryptic: "What's a girl gotta do when you're all alone at home with no big cats in sight?" and one from my mother, touting how she had learned to change the ring tone on her mobile phone. I idly hoped that she didn't get Marge's masturbatory comments on my wall, and frowned at the very fact that I had even thought about Marge masturbating.

Was there really nothing but sex in my mind, anyway?

Bah...

It didn't help at all that I had imposed a masturbation ban on myself, or the fact that the corner of the Facebook page sudden blinked with a familiar name on it.

I smiled broadly and clicked at the box, and read:

Victor Holden says: Heyah!

Aww, didn't that sound eager?

My tail looped happily as I typed down my own greeting.

Rory Gliese says: Wassup?

Hahah.

Victor Holden says: Heheh, just guess!

I rubbed my chin and tried to decide a suitably cheeky answer.

Rory Gliese says: Something that involves possibly one paw?

Ouch...since when did I only think about jerking off?

Since I saw Haakon's butt....

Aahhhh....!!

Victor Holden says: ;P nothing quite as interesting I'm afraid.

Crap...he got it!

Rory Gliese says: Let me try again...ice hockey scores?

Victor Holden says: Correct!

_Rory Gliese says: Haha, knew it!

Victor Holden says: We got busted out of the game last night, and Canada's out too. It's just Czech Republic, Finland, Sweden and Russia left in the game.

Rory Gliese says: Ouch!

Victor Holden says: No can do that we suck. Oh well...at least there's something else to look forward to eh?_

Ohh yes....

Rory Gliese says: You bet there is!

Victor Holden says: Yay! You all set for it still Rory?

Rory Gliese says: I sure am going to be right where I need to be at seven pm!

I smiled broadly at the idea of our ETA, and thrummed the tabletop.

Victor Holden says: That's great!

Rory Gliese says: It is : )

I even used a smiley!

_Victor Holden says: hahah, hope you got a good day today.

Rory Gliese says: Yeah, pretty much, it was okay. Busy day at work with that book signing and all.

Victor Holden says: Ahh, yes, I remember you mentioned something about a signing, yeah. How was it?

Rory Gliese says: Not exactly a crowd but plenty of furs got to see what they wanted. They all looked pretty happy, I guess. Hah, even I got an autograph.

Victor Holden says: that's cool.

Rory Gliese says: Yeah, I got a bag full of books heh

Victor Holden says: Really???

Rory Gliese says: Yeah, I guess he wanted to torture his bitchy assistant who kept bitching about everything, so he took it to her by giving out lots of free books and she probably has to explain to the publisher it all.

Victor Holden says: Go mystery writer!_

Rory Gliese says: It was pretty cool of him I suppose. My work buddy Mason was all over it. Lapping up every word.

Victor Holden says: He the super fan?

Rory Gliese says: He and his friends, yeah.

Or a friend, ahem...

_Victor Holden says: cool! Now you can boast having autographed copies yeah?

Rory Gliese says: Yeah, I guess, haha

Victor Holden says: cool!

Rory Gliese says: It was fun to watch at least.

Victor Holden says: I betcha. Glad you had a grt day. Mine wasn't too bad. Lots of nuuuuumbers ;)_

An image of an eyeglasses-wearing Victor flashed past my mind, of the Dobie typing along on a comically too small a keyboard in his cubicle where he might barely fit.

Rory Gliese says: You're big on numbers alright.

He was big in all places, I had to admit to my tail-flicking pleasure.

_Victor Holden says: When they do what I tell them to do, things are fine. If not, I kick their asses.

Rory Gliese says: Hahah._

Ohh the mental images...

Victor Holden says: Didn't have to do much kicking today. It was a fine day.

Rory Gliese says: I'm glad to hear. Keeping you all happy for tomorrow.

Victor Holden says: Nothing could spoil my mood for tomorrow!

Now for that he had a point alright, I decided.

_Rory Gliese says: I'm feeling pretty much the same I have to admit.

Victor Holden says: Gr8!

Rory Gliese says: Hahah!_

The message box blinked again.

Peter Sinclair says: Hi, Row-reeh!

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