The next day she awoke next to Jacob. She stretched and rubbed his belly, finding it sticky with dry cum. ‘I thought I cleaned that up st night.’ She went into the bathroom to go pee only to find her underwear was covered in clear blue jelly. ‘Hopefully this means he didn't actually taste anything.’

  She grumbles, ‘Also, that better not stain,’ she thinks, and then has the thought of buying pads to help with stains if she keeps getting filled with cum. She tossed them into the pile of dirty undry. She showers, washing yesterday's sexual tension down the drain. “What the hell is my life anymore?” she mutters.

  Izzy gets dressed; she goes with a knee-length dress, the material being a chinoiserie pattern, and a pair of fts. Before she leaves her motel room, she leaves a note for Jacob and goes down to the bar for some food.

  The bar was mostly empty at 10 in the morning. The bartender was cleaning the bar top with a rag, looking as awake as ever. She sits down in front of him.

  "What's for breakfast?" She looks around for a menu.

  "What do you want? I recommend something high in fiber, oatmeal?" He looks at her, a swishing noise heard from behind the bar. "I much prefer meat in the morning, but your lot often wants something sweet. pancakes? If you're feeling frisky, you can always get a liquid meal in the other bathroom." He grins like the pervert she thinks he is.

  "How about we go with eggs and bacon with pancakes?” She says with her best seductive smile. “I need to wake up before I would be willing to do any hard work. unless you're interested?" She stares back at him, trying to out-pervert him. the swishing sound slows

  the bartender looks away "You win this round; pancakes it is. It's no fun when there isn't a chase." He grins and walks into the kitchen.

  Jacob walks into the bar with a huge yawn and sits down at the stool next to her. He scratches his head and looks around, not another soul in sight other than the love of his life, that is. "Wow, everyone sleeps te around here."

  “That or they haven't gone to bed yet,” she smirks, then realizes she really doesn't know what time schedule people here go on.

  The bartender walks back in with a bowl of cereal and a pte with bacon and eggs and orange juice and a homemade multigrain bread toasted with jam and butter on it. He sets everything except the cereal down in front of Izzy. The fruit loops go to Jacob.

  "Good to meet you, Jacob,” the cat looks him over. “I have heard almost nothing about you, but you should know your life mate was offering to take care of my desires just before you walked in," he says with the grin of revenge.

  Jacob turns red. "She is a big girl; she can take care of herself," he says, not looking the cat in the eyes.

  She looks over at him a little shocked. ‘I never thought he trusted me that much. Also, why is he looking away? Did it lose his confidence? Did someone tell him about my dalliance? What am I, an indiscreet housewife from the 1820s?’ She touches his leg reassuringly.

  The food was good and filling. Jacob leans over and kisses her cheek. “i have to pee be right bcak” he says to Izzy before he stands up and goes to the bathroom.

  "How is this supposed to work?" she asked the bartender.

  “How's breakfast work?” He looks at her with one eyebrow raised.

  “No, the contract stuff,” she says, unsure what to call her job title.

  "Well, usually you just rex and let things happen naturally, no pressure. Some women spend the whole time here and never mate. others only once or twice.” the cat says with a smile, “Somehow I don't think you're going to nd in the first two categories.”

  “But what do I do with him here?” She asks, pointing to the bathroom and feeling awkward about her decision to sign the contract now.

  “I don't know this uncharted territory,” he nods understandingly.

  "I can tell him to go back to the hotel room so I can mingle or something." Her cheeks brighten.

  The bartender looks at her. "I suspect that would work, but what if you need the room for..." He trails off his intent to put her off center, and it works.

  She is now beet red with swirling emotions. "I don't know; I could just go back to their room instead."

  The cat nods. "I am sure some natural bance will be found."

  She looks at the cat. "You're some sort of chaos monster."

  The cat smiles. "I try oh so hard."

  Jacob returns unscathed and kisses her. She kisses back. She says, "Why don't you go to the motel room? I think I should get some work done."

  Jacob looks a little hurt but nods. "We should talk about what you are doing for work when you get back," he says and leaves the room.

  "So where is everyone?" she asks, looking around at the still empty bar.

  "Some people are hanging out at the pool, and others are sleeping in. Others are busy working below," he grins, "and some are waiting in the other bathroom, but the bigger question is, does he really not know what you're doing here?"

  "I haven't gotten around to telling him more than there's a chance I might be a surrogate," she replied, looking sheepish.

  “Eventually you're going to have to expin it soon,”the cat looks away at a customer coming in.

  She sits at the bar feeling confused and overwhelmed. She thinks about Jacob back in the hotel room, unaware of the nature of the high-paying job she has taken. She feels herself getting aroused at the thought of the other bathroom and the unknown species that frequent it. She thinks to herself, “You really shouldn't; it's only been 10 hours. You are better than this. What would people think about you?” She frowns.

  ‘Yeah, but they won't say I am boring anymore.’ She answers herself back and pushes the thoughts away, focusing on the oral Jacob gave her st night and how intense her orgasm was. She can feel the need growing again. ‘I can always just go get a clearer look as to what goes on in there,’ she attempts to convince herself.