Spa Parlor - Restaurant Date

Story by BluKal on SoFurry

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#2 of Spa Parlor Series

FINALLY! The long-awaited sequel to Spa Parlor! Last we heard from Cal, Ean, the hunky Professor Stallion had left a lasting impression with our intrepid simian protagonist and had asked for a date. And here it finally is!

Enjoy some forgetful monkey shenanigans, Stallion teasing and some boobs in my gaychristian server!

No Mandrills were harmed in the making of this story (was watching Kipo and the age of the wonderbeasts today lol)

Enjoy!


The blaring from his phone alarm yanked Caleb right from his dream, his limbs flailing as he sat up harshly, eyes wide as he stared around his mess of a room.

He sighed in relief when he noticed he was back home.

"Fuckin' mandrills," he breathed out, clutching his cloth covered chest, trying to get his heart to calm. He knew he shouldn't have had that combination of banana-flavored ice cream and chocolate again, but it was too hard to resist! His phone was promptly dropped into his lap by his trusty tail and the clock read a quarter past noon - a reminder of his meeting for 'Lunch with Ean Today' stared back at him as well as a text reminder from Rick(Phone ID FluffyTail) , his long-time, long-term boyfriend.

He smiled.

Despite his prompt request for dinner, Ean had had to postpone their date - the stallion had forgotten that he had visiting lecturers that he'd been asked to schmooze and the like for a day and beyond. He'd had to wait a week for their date to finally occur.

Thankfully, the grovelling started fairly quickly:

From: Professor Stallion

'I sincerely apologize. Stuffy old men and money never stop begging for their betters' attention. I promise however that I'll make sure your taste buds are well taken care of ;).'

He'd texted that later on that same fateful afternoon, after Cal was left dazed and satisfied in his room at the massage parlor, having taken the tank top left behind by the stallion as his trophy.

The same one that he was wearing to bed, now.

From: Caleb

'Is that why you left me your shirt? It's definitely a feast for my senses already.'

He'd replied at that time, the memory whirling in his mind as he thought of it now, fingers rubbing the fabric. The tank had stopped smelling like the stallion a week later, but a simian can dream.

From: Prof. Stallion

'I had a feeling you'd enjoy it. Your nostrils kept twitching at me, I thought I'd give you something more than a memory of our meeting.'

And that had been the oddest, yet sweetest thing he'd read in a while.

From: Caleb

'How's this for appetizing though?'

Cal had asked back - and he must have still been horny at the time - as he followed up with a picture, right there on the chair that the stallion had vacated:

An image of himself, his back to the camera, phone held by his tail with a timer set for the picture to take itself. The only thing on his body was the tank top the stallion had left him, his ass was bare and exposed, showing his bare and red-orange cheeks and the hidden promise inside. A cheeky grin thrown over his shoulder finished the look off.

The dots showing the stallion kept writing and deleting his message made Cal's night as he waited, cackling lightly as the seemingly steady stallion was left speechless at the sight he made with the male's tank top on his body. The reply took its time, so he quickly moved to clean up his massage room from the mess he'd made, or risk Gloria finding out.

From: Prof. Tease

'text me your address, I'm coming over.'

Cal had laughed, chest fluttering.

From: Caleb

'_No way! Dinner first, you still owe me an explanation.' _

He'd replied.

After that, more and more texting got under way. Ean had cryptically admitted to having booked his appointment with the intention of meeting Cal formally - which drove Cal insane since the stallion would not tell him the how and the why of how he knew him before booking the appointment. At least their back and forth texting and flirting was enjoyable...

Rick, his partner, currently away at a Con, was terribly amused by everything if his current text was anything to go by.

From: FuzzyTail

'Today's the day, right? Wear that green shirt, with the conservation symbol-thing in the front, it suits you. Try to keep your drool to yourself, remember to send me our Code if you want an emergency escape. And please, Cal, be safe. Oh and be sure to leave the Video Caster recording, as always, please. Love you.'

So after that reassuring message, and making sure the damned dream mandrills were nowhere near his mess of a room, he got ready for his day...

From: Prof. Tease

'I'll be arriving soon, I hope I haven't made you wait too long. It is 'Bobby's Diner', right? Please be sure to order me their tallest shake when you can.'

From: Caleb

'Sure, what flavor?'

From: Prof. Tease

'Aside from Ginger Monkey Flavor? ;)'

"Oh Wu, spare me." Cal laughed, feeling his face flush at the compliment.

Wait.

"Uh..." the simian panicked, staring at his phone, and completely ignoring Ean's reply, looking to the novelty Monkey Knight clock next to his bed and the text box from Ean. "He's...fuck, he's expecting me there now!?" He yelled, jumping out of his bed and into his laundry basket.

"WHAT TIME DID HE SAY THIS WAS?" he yelled into his phone voice recorder, trying to find the shirt that his partner had told him to wear, plus the jeans and button up shirt that go with it.

'Cal...' he heard his Partner sigh, and had to stop to snicker at how fond it sounded. 'You told me he was seeing you for dinner first, then switched to lunch, and if I'm not mistaken you're twenty minutes late at this point. Is he running late? Get out of the apartment already. By the way, Betty said you should have come - she wanted to see you. Some of the fans said 'Hi'.'

"Yeah, well fuck Ricky I wouldn't be saying this if I hadn't forgotten would I?" he sent back, throwing the clothes on the bed, letting the shower heat up as he splashed his face, brushed his teeth and put his studs back in his ear and brow over the sink. "And tell Betty she needs to stop being a busybody and I'll see her when she comes down, also, aww I knew those harpies loved me - did you get me my swag though?"

'I told you to put a reminder on it, and I guess you did, otherwise you would have missed the thing entirely.' Cal sighed at how smug he sounded. 'And I'm slowly collecting our current list of stuff from this one - the MechaWu figurine remains elusive however - gonna be part of the cosplay competition later though, and don't worry, I got someone taking pictures.'

"You better not have given Good Camera #3 to Lenny, that rat has sticky fingers and horrible aim! Give it to Tera, she has a good eye! Fuck fuck fuck!" the simian cursed loudly, throwing his phone into the empty sink as the hot water scalded his body, hands flying fast and hard over his fur, his head and then his ass and hole. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeee..." he hissed, letting a finger or three swirl around before he rinsed himself fully.

'Not even time for a douching I bet, just go Cal, you don't put out on the first date anyway and you know it.' was the final message left behind.

"Yeah, well, you'd know jackass..." Cal muttered then snickered - he had never been the type, not until Rick had just...

"Okay, not helping." he said to his twitching boner, looking down at it with a pointed glare before running back into his room.

Cal gathered his clothes - his best, blue briefs, the dark blue jeans, green shirt and his brown boots - and ran out of his apartment once he'd managed to get himself into it all.

Que mierda carajo!" and then promptly came back to grab his wallet, and keys, and ID and phone.

"At least it's not raining." he added.

Thankfully, it didn't rain.

He did completely forget his plaid over shirt though. Ah well.

In his mind, Cal arrived in front of Bobby's on record time. He saw no sign of the stallion anywhere, at least not from where he was, stood across the road from the place, it's delightfully gaudy signage staring at and mocking him.

"Fuck, no way." he groaned.

The subway had dropped him across the park from Bobby's and he'd huffed it as fast as he could to get there. However, the massive lunch rush and a crowd of people stood in defiance between him and his goal.

He wished them well. Truly, he did.

"Come on..." he sighed, watching as more and more people crowded around the sidewalk, most of them trying to either get back to work or get some lunch.

9 to 5-ers, am I right?

He'd have to circle around or something to get to Bobby's, who he hoped still had room for them to go and sit to eat, it's bad enough he was late.

"Fuck it," he cursed, looking around to attempt his sudden stroke of genuis and grinning widely when he found his target.

Cal quickly moved back from the crowd and huddled down behind the wall of people to remove his boots and tied the laces as tightly as he could around his neck, his feet now as free as his hands. "Kinda heavy jewelry, but needs must." he thought.

And then, not allowing himself to second guess his own idea - the simian ran towards the largest tree that adorned his side of the street and climbed it expertly, grin still firmly in place as he got to the top of it...

And then took a running leap from its longest branch, across and atop the heads of all the people below - for a date.

"I'm so fucking extra!" he yelled in his own head as his hands slapped the cold bar of the street lamp next to and higher than the tree, then swung forwards and flipped towards the one right across it.

Or rather, he would have, had his aim been true...

"I'm a fucking pancake!" he cursed, flailing lightly, screams in the background joining his own internal ones.

He closed his eyes.

"Oomph!" he exclaimed, eyes snapping open as he felt warm, hard flesh surround him in the form of Ean's rather tall, broad body. "Oh thank Wu!" he bellowed, arms and legs hugging the stallion tightly around his torso.

He felt the rumble of that laugh to his bones.

"I'm happy I managed to catch your second showing," Ean said in greeting, waving off the onlookers with a hand and a smile, his other firmly petting the shaking simian's back as he walked towards the restaurant. "Though I would say to please refrain from giving me, and Richard, a heart attack in the future, hm?" he added.

"Oh man, oh man, I thought I was a goner and yet, here you are, like a hunky mattress knight of a savior!" Cal exclaimed, keeping his legs firmly wrapped around the stallion but arms and hands flailing in his shocked excitement. "I could kiss you!" he yelled. Then kissed the stallion - on his cheeks and then his lips; the stallion rather happily taking advantage of his hand placement to keep Cal pinned against him as he walked closer and closer to Bobby's.

"Oh...wow, okay..." Cal breathed out, green eyes distant as they parted to breathe, hands gripping those strong, broad, firm - he squeezed them - shoulders. "...I guess I'm not dead or dreaming then, huh?"

"No, thankfully not - now, shall we find somewhere to sit down?" Ean asked, slightly amused as he let his date climb down and suddenly face the crowd inside the 50's-diner-themed restaurant.

"Er, yes, let's..." Cal took a step back and looked at all the people and their eyes aimed at them both and smiled nervously, giving a wave. "Uh..."

And then suddenly: clapping.

"That was rather fun to watch, especially for those poor people outside I bet," the waitress said in greeting, a rather buxom female doberman who looked terribly amused by Cal's bowing. "Though we have to be grateful we don't have another splatter outside, eh?" she added with a look and tone that had Cal straightening up and freezing. He knew that tone - it was the one his Ma used when she was scolding him.

"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am, won't happen again..." Cal replied.

"Not for a while yet, I hope." Ean added.

She snorted.

"What he said - sorry, I can't help it." he added with a whisper.

"Just go to the back, we have our Big and Tall booths there, I'll have someone bring your menus." The female canine sighed, pushing Cal and leading Ean towards their seating area.

"Thanks, er..." Cal's eyes zeroed in on her tag and he grinned. "Debra, hey, thanks Debra!" he added before speed-walking towards a booth he deemed good enough.

"...We sure he didn't lose a marble or three?" Debra asked Ean, looking at him with only a little judgement in her face.

"I do believe he's just nervous, first date and all." The stallion calmly replied back, watching the woman go through a range of emotions before settling for a laugh.

"Well, I better watch out then, no way any children of mine are doing acrobatics to impress a date." she huff-smiled.

"Not to worry, if they're good enough, they'll be there to catch them." he winked, leaving a surprised and flustered hostess in his wake.

His hooves clopped soothingly over the surface of the floor, Ean calmly walking towards Cal so as to give the simian time to cool down...

He also needed for his trapped erection to go down - that simian knew exactly where to squeeze with his body, what strength!

Cal's head thunked onto the surface of the table that he chose for them to sit in - it was a large booth, good enough to fit the stallion's broad and tall form and give him plenty of room to sit...with his legs spread, arms over the back of the booth...and plenty of room for Cal to get an eyeful of it all.

He groaned.

"_God but he felt like a warm wall of plush muscle, I'm so happy I'm wearing jeans, I'd be poking some eyes out..." _

Cal sighed, adjusting himself slightly with one of his still free feet while he nervously played with the condiments on top of the table, smoothing out the wrinkles on the red and white gingham patterned table cloth.

"Play it cool though, you already made a fool of yourself, got a great smooch out of it, just do not make a fool of yourself further...for sure, don't get alcohol..."

At the sound of a rather pointed clop, his eyes moved up to catch Ean strutting over to him, his eyes roaming over the plum colored, long sleeved button up shirt that barely kept those thick arms inside the sleeves. The top three buttons were open and showed that barrel of a chest that showed a hint of chest hair that he wanted to bury his fingers into.

"And it's tucked in...why is that hot? Fuck."

And then his eyes moved down to the stallion's maroon colored, tweed slacks that didn't seem to strain with the movement of those thick thighs, obscene bulge and that bottom that he only ever got hints of from pictures received between their chatting and flirting.

He would've probably drooled harder and stared longer if his phone hadn't suddenly blasted its ringtone.

"¿Quién carajo me esta interrumpiendo?" he cursed, grabbing the offending object and glaring, then squeaking in slight embarrassment at the message that showed up from his loving buck, Rick.

From: Fluffy Tail

_Why did I just get various emails and messages with a video of you jumping a tree and swinging over a lamppost? Didn't I tell you to take it easy? You're gonna get it for scaring me monkey boy :) _

l_ove you!_

Cal gulped.

"I take it that Richard has found out that you decided to make a monkey of yourself today?" Ean asked, having arrived and sat down across from the simian, arms tucked on top of the table as his attention was fully given to his date.

"Yeah...I'm in trouble..." he sighed, frowning at the list that followed the initial message. "...fuckin'...I'm gonna owe him good."

"That's what happens when you scare the people that love you." the stallion added, looking at the little menu full of drinks and desserts."At least it wasn't your mother," he added, and would have laughed had Cal's pale face not looked more ill than comically distraught. "My apologies, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, no, we're good...I'm just gonna...put my phone on vibrate, and just, yeah..." Cal mumbled, quickly typing out a message and then putting his phone to the side. "Right! So! Hi!" He greeted, looking at the stallion and feeling that pit of butterflies in his stomach at the sight of the handsome, learned male. "Nice to finally see you again."

"And be able to look at me in the face?" Ean asked with a smirk, laughing as the blushing monkey - and it was surprising one could tell due to his fur color - slapped his forehead into the table at the jibe. "I shared plenty of my face to you, all you need is a reminder or two, you'll be fine." he added.

"You're an insufferable tease and I hate you," Cal mumbled into the cloth.

"Aren't you two the sweetest!" came a sudden, bubbly greeting next to the two males. Cal looked up and flinched at the sight of two rather large chest balloons that he was not expecting while Ean seemed to barely flinch. "Am Cassie and I'll be yer waitress!" the lapine, Cassie, greeted, her uniform simply consisting of leggings, an apron and not much else.

"Gotta love the lax clothing laws of the city..."

"Hello Cassie, any recommendations?" Ean asked, not missing a beat.

"Well, we got lots of yummy smoothies and we got some freshly baked pies today too - apple is gettin' eaten quick, but we got others too!" she replied to the stallion, her eyes and body locking onto the male while Cal attempted to both not bristle at that and secondly to decide what he wants for himself. "What'll you have, handsome?" she asked the stallion.

"Strawberry smoothie for myself and...Cal, what time is it again?" Ean asked and while it would be a normal question from anyone else to anyone else, the simian knew he was being teased for having forgotten the time. Again.

"Past noon," he replied through gritted teeth.

"That's no worry sugar, we have breakfast twenty-four-seven!" Cassie exclaimed, bouncing happily and causing her bosom to go with her. Cal tried and failed to snort when Ean's eyes followed the motion.

"Then a stack of pancakes, four slices of bacon, four sausage links and the eggs sunny-side up and a slice of grapefruit before the full meal, please, and..." he turned to Cal who blinked up at the male and his order.

"Quite the appetite on these big'uns, ain't it?" Cassie mock-whispered to Cal who nodded. "I've seen a rather brusque rhino finish two of those plates like it was nothin'," she added.

"Lucky me I had some food before I came down, had to get up early today, so, this will tide me over for a bit," Ean replied, hands folded and a grin on his long snout.

"Yeah, wow, okay," Cal finally said. "I'll have some OJ and eggs, sausage and hash browns, please."

"No bananas today, Cal?" Ean asked, chuckling as he caught and kept one of the simian's legs in his grip as it ineffectually tried to kick him.

"I can save you a slice of the banana cream pie if you want, sugar," Cassie said, scribbling away in her pad.

Cal sighed.

"You're incorrigible, and yes please," he pointed to the stallion first then looked to the lapine who was much too happy with their banter, it seemed.

"All right boys, thank you, anything else? Coffee? Water? Tea?" she added.

"Tea for me, Earl Grey, and a light coffee for my friend here," Ean answered and she nodded, moving away from the table.

Cal stared at the stallion, who stared back silently, a question in his eyes.

"You um...not that I mind a good rub but, could I have my foot back?" the simian asked.

"Hmm, I don't think so, you seem to do crazy things with these if you're left alone, Caleb," was the reply and Cal had to chuckle.

He added his other foot to the groping stallion's digits and Cal found himself comfortably sat up on the booth.

"I could get used to this, foot rubs on a comfy horse lap and good food," Cal said with a wide grin, his chin on his hands as he stared at the stallion who simply gripped both of the simian's ankles in one hand and continued to run his fingers through the slight fur there. "Mmm, you're good at that," he sighed. "Maybe we should have you do some work at the Spa some time," he added.

"I do have one client in mind, maybe two," Ean admitted with a look at the table, and his actions below, before pinning his date with his stare. "I do believe we're not here to discuss my employment opportunities though."

"N-no but damn if you're not selling yourself well," the simian huffed, Ean seemingly doing his best to give a decent foot rub despite wanting to actually get their date going. "Er...what was it that I wanted to ask?"

Ean chuckled, and simply laid the simian's feet to rest on his spread legs.

Cal pouted only a little.

"Warm lap though." he thought. "Right! You said you'd seen me before!" Cal accused. "And you never wanted to tell me what you mean," he added with a small glare.

Ean looked across to his young date with a chuckle, his hands keeping those dastardly devious monkey feet still by their ankles. Cal looked like he was about to burst into laughter every five seconds as he moved his thick fingers over them, but he could tell the simian was also nervous.

As if he couldn't believe this was happening, and that it would vanish at any moment.

"I do wonder, whoever told him he was not worth the attention of others, needs a lesson in manners," he thought to himself, quickly dismissing Richard as the culprit as the deer had been very clear about his love for Cal.

If anything, Ean thought himself the lucky one - he never thought that he would ever meet Caleb again, not with how he had seen him the first time.

"Well? Come on, I'm dying here, tell meeee," Cal whined, dramatically squishing and stretching his face to make a point of how 'painful' his silence was.

He replied by pressing harder into the middle of the simian's feet, watching in amusement as he went still, his eyes widened and the urge to melt was curbed rather quickly.

"Fine, I've teased you enough I think," he said, feeling Cal grip his wrists in his feet and by Beinir if he didn't love that; the idea that he could grab and grope him so easily, so covertly, it caused heat to pool in his sheath.

Hmm...

"Earth to Ean, your giant old-man fruit is here," Cal suddenly announced and he did note that their waitress had returned, his grapefruit set in front of him, as well as his tea and Caleb's coffee.

"Enjoy," the lapine, Cassie, said and Ean was really trying to remember where he knew her from, since she seemed familiar, but those devious digits digging into his pulse point kept pulling him back to blankness.

"It was a really rainy day," he started, taking his spoon in hand to start to dig into his fruit. "It looked like it would never stop, the whole city was blanketed with it and some fog,"

"Sounds about right," Cal snorted, biting his lip and looking too amused at interrupting. "Sorry, go on..."

"And yes, it was normal for the time of year but rather sudden as there had been no warning from the weather report. I walked down the paved sidewalks covered head to hooves in a coat and umbrella, trying to keep the chill away. There was a multitude of people milling about around me, much like the crowds outside today, though for a very, very different reason," the last part was pointed, Cal simply twisting his fork around and the stallion hoped the car crash outside had been resolved properly.

Ean poured some sweetener on his fruit and took a bite of his fruit, while Cal stirred brown sugar into his cup of coffee, using his tail instead of his hands, another fact of the simian that made the stallion's curiosity run a mile.

"I stopped at a crosswalk with that gaggle of people, towering over them all. My phone had died half an hour before, I was late to class, something that I strive never to be, but alas the day was not cooperating with me. And I was already too far from my apartment to turn around and do some work from home. It looked to be a rather annoying day to be honest," Ean admitted, his face scrunching up in memory.

"And then...?" Cal asked, sipping his coffee and staring as another large piece of fruit disappeared into his long snout.

Ean chuckled.

"And then the sun peaked out from between the clouds," he said with a grin that was echoed by his date. "All of us suddenly looked up as the rain stopped completely, trickling down until it vanished, and slowly rays of sun and light poured down over us. People actually started clapping and hollering about it," he shook his head, amused and still a bit bemused. "I still think it rather funny that they did, they were so happy that the world suddenly turned right around," he shrugged. "Now, I put my umbrella away, seeing as I didn't need it anymore, but then, all of a sudden, this blur of orange and red flew over us..."

Cal took a breath, eyes widening as the memory seems to have hit.

Ean leaned back a bit into his chair, chewing another piece of his grapefruit as he thought through the memory. "I zeroed into it, everything else was grey and black and stone and wood, so the color stood out immensely. It was easy to see that it was a simian," he ignored the mumbled 'you can say monkey sometimes, you know' and continued. "He had red-orange fur, drenched head to toe from the rain. He wore a blue button down and slacks, no shoes whatsoever,"

"Do you have a photographic memory or what?" Cal exclaimed, punctuating with slamming his cup down just a bit.

Ean smiled and shook his head.

"Only for the things I deem important," he winked, and the fetching blush returned to his date's face. "I recall you grabbed all the lamp posts you could find and twisted and jumped and turned on them, laughing as the people pointed and called after you. I heard a couple of hastily thought of apologies thrown around as you flew by, and then, like the show-off that you are, you decided to twist in the air towards my particular section of the crowd, giving a smile and a thumbs up, and as if it was planned, your tail found a shop sign to hang onto and then you continued on your merry way, laughing all the while..."

"Holy shit, I remember that, I was on my way to the job interview at the Spa...that was..." Cal said, bewildered.

"About four or so months ago, yes," Ean added.

"You...you've been looking for me for five months?" the simian asked, green eyes wide in shock.

"Yes I have, and can you blame me? You left quite an impression, Cal," Ean said, taking and chewing another bite, swallowing before replying. "I started by browsing videos posted of the day about you, since plenty of people managed to catch you swinging about on their phones, then the comments section to see if someone knew you, checking nicknames and usernames...it took me a while, I did have my own life to live after all," he chuckled.

"So, I didn't consume your every thought, twenty-four-seven?" Cal asked, letting his stolen feet roam over the one hand that stayed wrapped around them, breath suddenly stolen as they were led by the ankles to an extremely warm bump in the middle of the stallion's jeans.

"Only on those lonely, hormonal days," Ean admitted, his whispered words turning husky and deep as he leaned closer to Cal, letting his body react more, feeling his sheath swell and some of his cock drop out to allow those feet to find purchase. "I worked, I lived, and I searched, and then I happened to give myself an injury that required professional assistance, and then knowing someone who went to your place..." he shrugged, leaving the rest of the sentence for him to finish.

Cal however did not seem to be doing anything beyond letting his wide eyes bore a hole through the table, his feet pressing at the bulge formed under the table in disbelief.

Deeming it safe enough, he finally let his left hand leave the underside of the table to grip the side of Cal's face, causing him to startle and stare back up at his own face.

"I...uh..." Cal stammered, blushing hotly. "Got really lucky then, huh?" he coughed, throat dry.

"I'm the lucky one, not only did I find the little monkey I was dreaming of, but he agreed to a date," the stallion winked, watching with a mix of pride and glee as the simian could not contain a smile, looking down at the tablecloth to try and hide it. "Even if he is happily taken," he added.

"I did try to tell you but...uh...I was really distracted..." Cal replied, his feet digging into the fabric of his jeans, Ean chuckling and closing his legs tight on those wandering digits and then opening them again.

"Distracted by my hand groping your ass and cock as if you were my little monkey doll to use?" Ean asked, licking his spoon clean and chuckling again at the thunk the other made by smacking his head on the table.

"¿Por qué me haces esto, dios mio, nadie habla asi, por qué?" Cal whined in Spanish and Ean really needed to get his books in order, to be able to follow along better when the simian decided to complain to himself. Those green eyes glared at him, though no heat poured through. " no puedes simplemente hablar a alguien así, en público," he grumbled.

"Now, now, chin up, our food is coming," Ean suddenly said, Cal blinking in confusion before watching as their buxom waitress came over with the giant tray of food, piled with their order.

"Here ya go boys," she exclaimed happily, setting down each plate of food in front of the respective person, handing out cutlery and straws easily. "Anything else I can get ya fellas?" she asked.

"No thank you...Ms. Kapp, that will be all," the stallion responded with a grin.

Cassie gasped.

"Aw Prof, I knew you couldn't have forgotten! Here I was worried for nothin'!" she exclaimed with a giggle. "I hope ye don mind the eyeful, ya know I dress up for class at least!" she added, apparently very happy to be recognized.

"Don't expect any special treatment though, I'll be marking you fairly," he winked, causing her to giggle again.

"Nothing less from the Steel Stallion!" she laughed, causing Ean to chuckle. "Enjoy your meal boys!" she said in parting before moving on to another table.

"...did you just meet one of your students and her giant...assets?" Cal asked, pointing to his date with a forkful of eggs.

"It seems I have," Ean responded, unwrapping his cutlery, as if he really hadn't just finally recognized one of his so-so-will-probably-pass students working at this diner.

Without her top.

"Does this happen often?" Cal asked, insanely curious and wondering how probable that was.

Ean blinked.

"More than you think..." the stallion replied, taking a mental note of how often he'd bumped into some of his students throughout the years in different states of dress in this city, his own forkful stopping halfway into his mouth as he did.

Cal laughed, loudly, causing patrons to look over to the simian half-choking on his eggs, the stallion mesmerized at how such a...open, full body shake of a laugh made the simian, so...

"Adorably alive and handsome..." his brain supplied. "Youreally have lucked out, here," he told himself.

"That's...that's definitely something to bring up in a reunion," Cal chuckled, taking a sip of his juice to quench his throat. "By the way, I saw your swinging bazookas Lisa, not that that means you got away from that failing grade," he snickered, affecting the voice of a 'Professor' while doing so.

Ean sighed, then shook his head, a grin pulling at his long snout.

"Eat your food, Caleb," he said in what he hoped was a stern enough tone.

If his sudden intake of breath was any indication however, it was completely ineffective. He felt those dexterous feet moving around and over his, admittedly still free from its sheath, semi-hard member, causing it to twitch and throb inside the trapped fabric of his slacks.

And then he felt the fly of his zipper being slid down...

Those too green eyes locked on him as their owner simply cut and chewed on his food...

"So tell me, Professor..." the simian said with a small grin, stopping to chew, chin propped by one free hand.

The larger male schooled his expression, belt buckle slowly being undone, and he couldn't help but widen his stance under the table as the front part of his nicest slacks were opened and free, enough so he was still trapped inside the fabric, but enough for a pair of monkey feet to slide inside and rub at his thundering, caged erection...

"...got any plans for the rest of the week?" Cal finished asking with a wink, popping a slice of bacon into his mouth while his digits dug and pressed into the warm flesh of his stallion cock.

Ean took a long slurp of his shake, looked back at those unwavering green eyes, and...

"I do actually, my wife is coming back into town..."

Their hostess was not happy at all with the mess their table had become when those feet kicked him rather hard in the unmentionables and he upended the whole thing.

Note to self: a deadpan joke should always be delivered when monkey feet are not wrapped around your undone pants and turgid member, lest you give an unwitting public a show.

They still had a second date.