Hell no! It's like 100 pages!

You smile and nod to catman, but as soon as he turns his back to talk to the barista again you quickly flip through the contract. You scan the pages quickly, searching for any scary words or sentences similar to "Your eternal soul is doomed to hell" but fine none of that.

Satisfied, you sign at the bottom of the contract after a couple minutes of flipping. You wait for Binx to finish speaking with Beans, and as he's turning around you put the tip of your pen to the line you've already signed on, pretending to have just signed it.

"Everything looks good! Here you go sir." You say, handing the contract back.

"Really? Most people do at least a little negotiating beforehand, but hey, I guess that just makes you a brave little kitten doesn't it." Binx gives you a wink and nudge, and hands the contract back to his barista.

"Well, now that you've agreed not to sue us while we consider hiring you, the first test can begin."

"Great! So is it multiple choice? Essay?"

"No no no, it's a physical test of your viability. We're going to see if the customers will go after you, and whether or not they like your performance. You even get an advantage because you're going to be on sale."

"I'm on sale?" You have mixed feelings about being treated like discount goods.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart." Binx's hand shot to your back, rubbing in gentle circles. His touch is so comforting, with his claws extended only a few centimeters so they can dig through your shirt. "It doesn't mean you're bad, just inexperienced. We've got a collar for you and everything." He reaches into his pinstripe suit and pulls out a pink collar with a simple silver tag that reads "Kitten" dangling from it.

"How long have you had that in your pocket?"

"Let's not ask anymore questions sweetie. I'll just slip this on. It's not too tight, is it?" The older cat's nimble fingers slip the collar around your neck, tightening it to the point where you can feel slight pressure around your neck but aren't ****.

"Yes, that's fine."

"Good. Now, you just stand beside the counter like a good kitty and wait for a customer to pick you out. When, not if," Binx winks as he says this. "they choose you, just show them a good time. Most of these guys are **** for a cute little twink like you. You don't even have to have sex with them to get a good tip. Just call them sexy, let them pet you for a while, maybe cuddle for an hour. You like cuddling don't you?" You nod your head. "Yeah, I figured you would. Just give them attention. And then you'll pass. Think you can do that sweetie?"

"I'll try sir."