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Everyone else seemed to be excited for the big game, but no matter how hard he'd tried over the first couple years of his college career, Jace just couldn't get the same thrill as he did when he was on the sidelines in high school.

He was older, then: a senior with only a few races left on the docket for the rest of his career might have been concerned with having a little fun while they still could, but there weren't many opportunities for someone to run footraces for a living.

Knowing that, Jace was as focused as he'd ever been about being in tip-top shape and taking good care of his body--going to the game the night before and drinking at the tailgate would have cost him precious time to train later on.

"Just one week to kick these sore legs into shape and get myself to the peak of my game," he reminded himself, trying to keep his focus on what was important. "Good thing my lucky charm has been working on these all season long. I don't think I've ever felt better, honestly!"

The campus fitness center was Jace's home away from home, and the cheetah was such a familiar face that he occasionally forgot to check himself in to the facilities.

In fairness to him, the staff saw him so much that they, too, often forgot to ask him to check in in the first place, but this time, he was coming for an appointment where that wasn't an optional step.

"Early, as always," a familiar voice called from across the front desk. "In fact, you're a couple minutes earlier than usual, Jace. What's the occasion?"

The cheetah looked down at the confident grin of Kayla Streamer: the tigress was finding gainful employment working at the campus fitness center while earning her own degree, and though she was only one year behind him for graduation, she felt like she was light years ahead of him in taking the next step with her life.

"Just eased back on my run a little bit this morning. Only three meets left this year and I can't afford to strain myself," he explained, matching Kayla's confidence step for step. "I don't suppose you'll actually come out and watch me race, one of these days?"

"Hard to find time to get away from this place when I'm so busy handling all of your appointments," she teased. "And speaking of...your usual masseuse is out for the day; I took the liberty of arranging you a backup, if that's okay?"

Confidence faded, even if only for a moment. "I...huh. I'm not sure; hadn't really considered that," the cheetah admitted, his palm cupping his chin in a ponderous thought. "Also didn't think you had the authority to make decisions like that..."

"I've got a lot more sway here than you realize," Kayla replied. Her tone was such that Jace couldn't tell if the tigress was teasing him, or if she really did have so much control over how his visits to the fitness center played out. "But I can vouch for her, if you're that worried. She'll do a fantastic job with you."

To that point of the year, Jace hadn't finished lower than fifth place in any race.

In reality, it came down to his training regimen, strict diet and wise decisions, much like the decision to skip the tailgate party he'd been invited to.

In his superstitious mind, it came down to the fact that he always had the same masseuse, and they always worked on his legs exactly the same way.

Guess it wouldn't kill me to believe that I'd accomplished something through my own work ethic, he thought. And Kayla knows me well enough not to hook me up with someone inexperienced.

"...Okay, I'll roll with it," he declared. "But if I place outside of the top ten this weekend, I'm gonna spend the rest of my college career pranking you. Deal?"

"I literally don't have any incentive to agree to that."

"You're no fun."

"And you're the first guy to ever say that to me," she shot back; that time, he knew she was teasing. "Her name's Imani, and she's already waiting for you in the usual room."

Kayla pushed a small button on her desk, and just after the satisfying click came the familiar, obnoxious bzzzzzzzt that rang out every time someone was quite literally buzzed through.

"You made sure she was early enough to keep up with me? You really do care," Jace kept their playful back and forth going, having to have the last laugh before he stepped through the open door.

The tigress rolled her eyes, but once they settled again, they followed the toned backside of her fellow feline through the door--her job had plenty of perks that she wasn't willing to share with the people that provided them.

**

"Jace Whitmer?"

Jace was always directed to the same room: it didn't feel anything like a massage parlor, resembling more of an examination room at a doctor's office, but the table in the middle was equipped to handle whatever posture Jace needed to be bent into.

"That's me," he answered, as the door opened and rapidly closed again. "Sorry for coming in so early. I can always wait a bit longer if you need me to."

"I don't mind getting my day started a little early," Imani replied. She made sure the door was closed snug behind her with a bump of her rump, but the press of a thumb confirmed that the knob was locked for her client's privacy. "Means I get to go to lunch a little earlier, too, so you're doing me a huge favor by being so prompt."

"Glad it ended up working out for everyone involved, then," he said. "You're Imani, correct?"

"That's right: Imani Wilson. I'll be taking care of your massage therapy this morning," she introduced herself. "I'm actually a student here at the university, myself, but I can assure you that you're in very good hands today."

Making a quick, squeezing gesture with her digits, Imani managed to draw a quick snicker from Jace. She was delighted to see that he had any kind of a sense of humor, but already, she could feel his eyes wanting to stray from her palm...and having sized up the feline the moment she came in the room, Imani wished she could find the words to tell him to take a closer look.

She wasn't the type to lack confidence, but as a student of the trade, she was trying to avoid going down a path that so many massage therapists had taken before her.

"If you have Kayla's approval, you must be good at what you do," Jace agreed. "That girl is damn near impossible to please."

"She did recommend that I test out my skills on her, first; if she seemed a little more chipper than usual today, I'll gladly take the credit for it," the rhino joked. "But she also mentioned that you have a tight schedule to keep, so...shall we get started?"

Jace gave his hair a quick brush to the side as he nodded. "Probably for the best...I'm already starting to cramp up a bit."

Neatly combed locks of blonde did a wonderful job of whisking just out of the way of azure eyes; Imani was struggling to believe that the cheetah had just come in from a distanced run.

"Sounds to me like you're probably not quite stretching enough," she claimed. "Or you could be a little bit dehydrated--you sure you're gonna be okay to get out of those clothes on your own?"

It was common courtesy to take a quick rinse before a massage, as far as Jace was concerned. He'd slipped into a comfortable pair of drawstring shorts, but those came back off as easily as he'd pulled them on: standing up from the swivel chair and giving a quick tug on the knot, he revealed the tight, athletic grip of his boxer briefs,

"I'd say so," he answered, but seeing the fluster in Imani's expression, he remembered that this was their first meeting...and behaving like he would have with his normal therapist might not have been the best idea. "I...h-heh. Sorry about that; force of habit. Shall I get myself under the sheet, then?"

Flustered as she was by how quickly Jace did away with his clothes, Imani wasn't complaining at all about the view: she'd been taking quick, sneaky peeks before, but seeing how bold he was, she narrowed her emerald gaze on a musculature that could only be achieved by years of rigorous training...staring just long enough for Jace to know what she was up to.

"Actually...I think it'd be better if you stay over the top of it," Imani recommended. "It's already tough enough to see what I'm working on with all that fur in the way, after all."

Feeling the strength of her gaze, Jace took his time approaching the elevated bench, making sure to size up the rhino on the way across the tiny room: full, bouncy locks were worn up in a perm, and long, hoop earrings of gold hung from the bottom of each ear lobe.

Their twinkle stood out that much more when they dangled just above a tight, gripping t-shirt of pink, and matching the tone of her own flesh, yoga pants of gray hugged around her hips and gave Jace as much of a show as he could have hoped for; he hadn't anticipated having such gorgeous company that afternoon.

"Good thing I keep mine close cut," Jace replied, hoping to keep the teasing, playful tone that Imani had teased out of him.

"Good thing you're not actually in a hurry," she shot right back, watching the cheetah climb onto the massage table. "At least, you don't seem to be, the way you're climbing up there!"

She was playful enough that Jace had to think about his next move carefully--tossing his shirt at her face would have been a step too far--but stripping it over his head with an intentional droop in his pace seemed just right.

When he finally did go flat on the table and stretch out, Imani traced his every muscle with her gaze, able to see every rigid cut of his slender abdomen without his elongated posture.

Won't have any trouble finding his sore spots, she thought. Boy barely has an ounce of fat on him!

At that point, Jace would have gladly admitting he was showing off, but Imani wasn't going to call him out on it, just yet.

"Just wanted to make sure I was nice and comfortable before you got started," he finally offered. "I know most cats are quick, but I'm more of a distance runner, myself."

"Duly noted," Imani replied. "But you're burning through your hour faster than you think, kitten."

Cocking a brow, Jace should have been furious at such a demeaning title, but on the other hand, he respected Imani for being bold enough to fire such a barb in the first place.

"By all means, then...shall we?"

Spreading his legs slightly and resting his arms at his sides, Jace actually made himself comfortable, getting into the routine that he normally would have endured. The sound of lotion slipping and slathering at Imani's palms was that much louder once his eyes closed, and then, there came the delightful sensation of capable digits at the stress in his shoulders.

It was a unique touch: he could never think of anything to compare it to, but he could almost imagine melted wax cooling around the nape of his neck as Imani rolled her digits against the tender spot.

"So..."

She wasn't uncomfortable in the silence, but the quiet squelch of excess lotion being pushed through her fingertips always took her mind to another place.

The last thing she needed, but the first thing she wanted , was to let herself get carried away thinking about it.

"Were you at the game this weekend?" she asked, putting up what seemed like the best form of small talk. "Ended up being a crazy close finish."

"I only made it for the second half," Jace admitted. "Had to avoid some people trying to talk me into doing a keg-stand, but... so glad I made it for the end of the game. One of the greatest I've seen in the last four years!"

Imani didn't wear it on her sleeve, but she was a genuine sports fan, well beyond the occasional stereotype of enjoying football "just for the pants."

Nice as they looked on the average player, she was a much bigger fan of seeing toned legs in the buff, and from the head of the table, she could admire the tree trunks that Jace had earned over the course of his career.

She could also see something stirring just above them; she didn't know whether to grin and poke fun at the cheetah about his response, or to keep it professional and pretend she hadn't seen anything.

"There's no way Sven isn't going to the pros...has to be the best quarterback this team has ever had," Imani carried on, waiting to see what happened with the feline's covered member. "And he's definitely got the pedigree to make it happen!"

"Pretty sure Mitch Carlson has been carrying Sven for the better part of his career," Jace countered. "if Sven makes it and Mitch doesn't, that would be an absolute travesty."

"I didn't realize you felt so passionate about the subject."

"I've always been good friends with Mitch: wanna make sure that he gets the credit he deserves."

"Completely understandable," Imani agreed. She could hide her grin no longer: she was practically drooling at the sight of a twitching, throbbing cock, even when it was still covered by the tent of his boxers. "But it seems like you're very passionate about it."

Following the weight of her stare, Jace realized just how talented Imani was: he'd experienced a gentle wiggle or squirm between his legs at previous therapy sessions, but this was the first time that his cock decided to spring wide awake and demand the same kind of attention.

That he was looking up from the flat of his back and struggling to see Imani's eyes around the perk of her breasts didn't hurt, of course.

"...Mitch is a friend, but not that close of a friend," Jace murmured, trying to downplay the sudden throb of his erection. "This...h-heh...t-this really hasn't happened before, honest."

"It's okay. This kind of thing happens all the time when a client gets a little too comfortable," Imani pointed out. "Just means that you must be really enjoying yourself."

She'd already moved her slicked palms down the sides of his arms, working knots out of his muscles that he never would have known were there, if not for Imani's skillful and thorough approach.

"I think that might be an understatement," Jace agreed. "But if you need to wait until that goes down-

"No, no...we've both got schedules to keep," Imani cut him off. "But perhaps we should have you turn over? There's a small cutout in the middle of the table for your... comfort."

To give access to his backside and calves, Jace was going to have to flip over sooner or later.

Having the chance to cover up his embarrassment was an invitation he couldn't resist: he was turning over before Imani had a chance to instruct him, forcing the tips of his rounded ears to tickle the underside of her breasts.

Damn it, boy...I know you're not trying to work me up, but...

It was an incidental touch, but one that Imani couldn't ignore, as Jace planted his chin on the pillow.

For a moment, his eyes were looking straight ahead to the tight grip of her yoga pants, outlining her pubic mound in such a way that his imagination could take a backseat to the much-preferred reality of her flesh.

That's a wonderful scent, Jace thought. She's not lingering there on purpose, is she?

When she stepped away, she moved as slowly as he had before, but she was all business when her fingertips clutched at the back of his right thigh: blending passion and professionalism, she worked her fingers right through his fur and into the pockets of soreness that had overtaken his flesh.

"You're built like a statue back here: feels like I'm having to work through solid rock," Imani was stunned by just how rigid the cheetah could still be, after having the stress worked out of his upper back. "I'm gonna have to prescribe you some post-workout stretches, Jace..."

He couldn't help his backside tensing and seizing up when Imani turned his body into her own roadmap: she was finding new paths every step of the way, stroking her claws through his fur and prodding his flesh to find where he carried the most of his tension.

It wasn't going to be easy, but she'd gladly find all the best ways to break him down and finally make his bundled muscles relax.

"I thought I a-already had a pretty healthy r-routine," the cheetah replied. His voice was already loaded with the sensations of having powerful muscles pushed to an unforgiving limit, but as it ever was, there was incredible relief and pleasure to be had on the other side of those difficult, deeper-tissue massages.

"I'm sure you've learned a thing or two in your time, but there's always a little more you could be doing to take care of yourself, kitty. If you wanna stay limber, you're gonna have to up your game a bit, especially after you graduate."

That title should have been embarrassing, but every time she threw it out, Jace felt his toes curling at the hassling tone of her voice.

"I'll k-keep that in mind," he answered simply, his body already going limp against the table...all save for the growing throb of his cock. "Always looking to improve...m-my routine."

Imani was trying not to get carried away with her work: she was giving him a genuine, practiced massage, but that she was getting to work so extensively on his glutes was her favorite part of the job, so far.

Despite the tone of his rump, it had an impressive curve: the result of thousands of squats and a runner's routine that would put many to shame.

"...Speaking of your routine, we're actually just about through with yours," Imani paused herself, seeing that she had her hands completely filled with his taut, squeezable backside. "But...it doesn't have to stop here, if you don't want it to."

"Does seem like you're dragging it out a little bit," Jace agreed, his lips slacked into a silly grin. "Not that I'm complaining, but I...u-uh...where did you-"

He bit his lower lip as he felt a sudden, decisive grip around the base of his covered cock. As quick as he could be, Imani proved one step faster, dipping under the table before he could ask what she was up to.

It was a risky move on her part, but there were no cameras, the door was locked, and she was struggling not to dip her fingertips into her own pants to work out her sexual frustrations.

If I only take care of his, that's still professional, right? She thought.

"I did need to work all the tension out of your body...that was part of your scheduled work today, correct?" Imani asked, pretending there was anything professional about what she was about to do.

Jace, for his part, couldn't believe what was happening...and couldn't find the words to tell her about the kind of trouble they could get into.

"You're the massage therapist," Jace reminded her. "If you think I need this...who am I to argue?"

Imani couldn't contain her excitement, immediately fishing his length out through the gap in the front of his boxers. "Oh, you definitely need this, kitty..."

Thinking he would just be treated to a quick handjob, Jace had to sink his fangs into the head of the table when he felt Imani's discerning tongue flick against the tip of his plentiful, feline cock.

I am never going back to my old therapist, he thought, as a thick, delighted purr shook the end of the table. Fuck...she's going even deeper!

The first, swirling taste of his member lasted just a minute, and in that time, Imani was finding the freshly washed taste of his cock much to her liking: even after a shower, there was just the tiniest hint of his musk lingering around, courtesy of his recent training.

It was delicious, decidedly masculine...and as she moved her way up the shaft and eased her way toward the base, she could glean a greater intensity, until the flat of her tongue tickled the very base of his sack.

Sensitive there, are we? She thought, wishing that she could have vocalized her tease. Can't imagine a handsome guy like you would have any trouble finding a partner, but these are pretty heavy...why are you sent pent up, Jace?

She didn't know anything about his pre-race tradition to keep his paws to himself, quite literally: he was worried that the pastime, while one of his favorites, would break his focus on the race ahead.

In this case, with a tongue gliding back and forth between his swollen orbs, he thought it might be better to make an exception and allow Imani to drain away that extra weight.

"Yeah, t-that...that's...d-definitely working something," Jace commented, knowing it was silly to try and keep up the illusion of professionalism. "Really needed that to be s-stretched out..."

Her palms were free to work as they pleased, but the last bastion of her own professionalism finally disappeared when Imani eased her palm into the tight capture of her yoga pants. She knew she was lying to herself, thinking that she'd only rest her palm over the soaking warmth of her mouth, but it was a blissful lie, as long as it lasted.

With one paw grabbing the base of Jace's shaft and stroking it with rapid excitement, and the other pushing and rolling against the dampened excitement upon her petals, Imani almost felt a hint of guilt about enjoying her work so much...

"Oh...f-fuck, Imani...t-that's good...that's too good!"

...But pride was a stronger emotion in that moment, and grinning lips refused to pull back from the middle of his shaft, even when she heard Jace's best attempt at a warning.

His body was quivering against the table so violently that it almost frightened Imani, but she could tell it had been far too long since the last time Jace was treated to such a wonderful spit shine; his flesh was so tender that it was aiding his endurance.

Much as Imani admired that trait in the cheetah, she hadn't forgotten the other clients she had to tend to that day, and she wouldn't be the reason that the cheetah was late for his next practice.

"Gonna...c-cum..."

Gritting his fangs in a final, vain attempt to last one fleeting moment longer, Jace sunk his fangs into his lip anew and grabbed the edge of the table so tight that even his shuddering body couldn't shake it, any longer.

The words were just enough to reach Imani, prompting her to tilt her head back just slightly. Her throat opened, her hand dropped from his shaft, and she welcomed the entirety of his tool into the back of her mouth, swallowing hard against the tip.

Her timing couldn't have been any better.

"Oh...o-oh my goodness...how did you...d-did you...nnnngh!"

Much as he wanted to keep singing her praises, Jace knew it would be a dangerous game to cry out with everything the rhino was making him feel...and even then, those praises might have been drowned out by the thick, continued swallowing of the rhino below, gleefully drinking up every single gush of cum that he offered her.

He'd make sure to give her the credit she deserved later on, but he didn't realize what a favor he'd already done for her; he couldn't tell just how soaking wet she was, or how much pleasure was flooding her body as she rolled the heel of her wrist against her covered clit.

"Mnn..._mnulp..._nnah...f-feel a little better, Jace?" she asked, only pulling away after she felt the last throb of his length, feline cock against the flat of her tongue. "You certainly seem more relaxed."

With the last pulse of his member, his body was freed of anything close to tension: the lucky cheetah was more akin to a puddle, spread out and spilling over the sides of the table.

"You could d-definitely say that," he agreed, trembling his way through his post-orgasmic relaxation. "I don't think I've ever felt so peaceful after one of...t-these."

"Sounds like it's a good thing I came along to help you out, then," she chimed in. Popping up from under the table, Imani didn't bother hiding the moisture gathered at her other hand, nor the tiny dribble of warm, pearly cum on her lower lip; it was too much fun to tease him with those visual treats. "You can take your time getting yourself gathered, if you need. You've got about ten minutes before you've gotta make tracks, but..."

"But...?"

"Before I go...I've got some tickets to the next home game, already. Just in case you felt like seeing the whole thing, this time--perhaps with some company?"

Words were hard to come by, but Jace locked eyes with the rhino the best he could before he nodded, accepting her invitation with a tired, relieved smile.