A customer

You've been attracted to nekos for as long as you can remember, with their soft ears, cute tails, and usually well toned bodies as a result of their all-meat diets. You've never dated one before though, as much as you want to, and have hidden your "fetish" from everyone.

The ad was on a pornsite, one that you had just discovered. The site had a wide array of neko videos, pictures, and camgirls and camboys who flaunted their bodies every day. For you it was a goldmine, but you hadn't watched more than 5 minutes of a video where 2 twinkish catmen were fucking each other in a shower when you saw the advertisement.

You took a sharp right turn at the bridge, taking the shady looking path that led under it. Discarded trash was littered on the side walk, and driving was a pain with the number of potholes in the road, but you eventually pulled to a stop outside of the cafe. The exterior was identical to the one you saw in the gallery. A brick building covered in graffiti. Cheap curtains hung in the windows, hiding the paradise that lay inside. Above the door hung the sign, tilted slightly because of a missing nail.

"Fluffy Tails Cat Cafe"

You quickly looked over yourself. A simple t-shirt and jeans, with messy hair that you had forgotten to brush. Not exactly the pinnacle of class, but neither was this building. Satisfied that your money could make up for your "just woke up" look, you tried to open the door only to find it was locked.

From the other side of the door you heard a voice. "Eh, what do ya want?" It sounded like someone doing a sterotypical gangster impression.

"I uh... I'm here for the cafe."

"Jus' the cafe? If ya want some coffee yous can get it downtown."

"This is downtown, and I'm not just here for coffee." You looked around, making sure there was no one to overhear what you said next. "I'm also hoping to... I don't know. _Pet _some nekos?"

For several seconds you stood there in silence, fearing you had said something to upset the man on the other side, but much to your relief the door was unlocked. When it opened you saw a glorious sight, a catman in a pinstripe suit. He was tall and muscular, with gelled black hair and a goatee. Sticking up from his head were 2 similarly black cat ears, and a tail drifted lazily behind him.

"Sorry about that. We get reporters trying to come in here sometimes to expose us as a 'degenerate orgy palace' in their own words. But you sounded so nervous to meet a kitty like me that I could tell what you were really here for." The fancy neko laughed a cute little laugh. "Anyways, welcome to Fluffy Tails. My name's Binx."

Binx extended a hand to you, and you shook it nervously. "Well get in here. We'll have you petting as soon as you sign a our agreement."

"What agreement?"

"Oh it's just a little contract and waiver. Wait, isn't a waiver a contract anyways? Gah, it doesn't matter. Basically you're just agreeing not to make any of our staff or other customers uncomfortable. If someone says no, then they mean no. Also you won't sue us if you spill hot coffee on yourself or something you own. Basic stuff that just gives our staff some piece of mind. You're okay with that right?"

"Sure." You agreed enthusiastically, excited to begin doing... something, anything really with an actual neko.

You followed Binx down a dimly light hallway. Paintings of flowers and big open fields hung on the walls. In the handful of pictures you saw while looking the cafe up, this room was never seen. It was discomforting, and you tried to continue your conversation with Binx to take your mind off of it.

"So, how is this legal?"

"Well it's pretty simple." Binx said. "Ever since president Socks passed the Good Kitty Act of 2004, it's no longer illegal for a neko to charge a human or other neko money to pet them. All you're paying for here is your coffee, maybe a donut or pastry if you're hungry, and the privileged of petting any number of our staff members."

"Oh." You said, partially upset that you would only be allowed to pet the catboys, but still happy to even be doing that much.

Binx surprised you by looking over his shoulder and giving you a wink as he said "And if our friendly staff decides to thank you for your purchaser in another way, well that's their choice."

Binx pushed open a door, letting you into the actual cafe area. It was still dimly light, with several lamps dangling from the ceiling. Soft loveseats, full couches, and reclining chairs were scattered around the room, along with tables that almost all came up to your waist. On the wall were several collars of different colors and materials. They hung from nails with little tags dangling off them and above each collar was a picture of the catboy whom it belonged to.

"You're our first customer of the day, lucky dog, so you get your pick of the litter."

The room smelled like a mixture of cherries and freshly brewed coffee, the source of the scent being the full coffee bar on one side of the room. Behind the counter stood another, younger catboy wearing a green barista's uniform. His light brown ears twitched back and forth in time with his long fluffy tail, and his big green eyes watched you with excitement. A nametag dangling from the leash around his neck read "Beans"

On the wall behind Beans was a chalkboard with the different drinks and treats that the cafe had to offer. You were blown away by the price, nearly $100 for a simple latte and $50 to add a shot of espresso to it. The basic treats you would expect to see at any coffee shop were on the list, mochas and espressos, flavored drinks and teas, but there were also some unique options. Afterschool Special, The Band-Aid, Maid For You, Daddy's Double Shot, and Happy Ending. The last one tipped you off that these drinks were almost certainly code for an act or outfit that the neko would come out wearing.

After signing the contract that Binx presented you, which had more options on it than he had mentioned, no flash photography, no asking for a neko's first name, and more, he left you with Beans to place your order. "You can do anything you want out here so long as it doesn't disturb other customers. We have VIP rooms as well if you want something more private. We hope you have a good time, Mr. Doe!" He walked through another door beside the coffee counter, disappearing into a backroom.

Now, left in the cafe to place you order, you turn to Beans who gives you a big toothy smile. "What can I get you today sir?"

Basic coffees, "extra shots", specialty drinks, and by far the cheapest item: milk. These options and many more present themselves.