Izzy and Jacob sit together at the back of the bar. The soft pleather of the bench seat makes rustling sounds as they wiggle into place, but it’s almost silent compared to Jacob’s pink diaper.
The waitress with the fox ears comes over. “What would you like tonight?” She looks at Jacob, then Izzy. She watches their faces; Izzy is struggling to contain her laughter, and Jacob is just grinning as they see the ridiculous mustache the Cat insisted she wear. It’s wide and pointy at the ends, its very stiff fake bristles attempting to reach past her face. She looks to her boss, who is also wearing one, then back to the couple at the table.
Izzy makes a singular giggle before covering her mouth to stop it. “Judging by the music and the mustache, are we about to eat mushrooms?” Izzy chokes the words out, burying her laughter. She then adds, “Do we need to collect stars and coins?”
“Tonight’s theme is Italian,“ the fox-eared girl says with her usual chipper voice, but the look she gives Izzy is filled with malice. Her fox ears flick.
Jacob looks at the laminated daily menu. “I would have the fettuccine alfredo.”
Izzy looks at the menu and decides on assassin pasta. “Does it come with garlic bread?”
“It can.” The fox-eared girl’s ears are still twitching in agitation as she finishes scribbling down the order.
Izzy waits for the waitress to leave before laughing hard. She gets herself back under control and kicks her shoes off. She extends her knee forward and rubs her foot up Jacob’s leg. “You looked cute being so shy with your thick diaper on in the nursery,” she says, smirking at his blush.
She pushes on the diaper front with her toes. She watches him grab the edge of the table as he tries not to make any loud noises.
“It wasn’t my idea,” Jacob says, reaching down and touching it. “I didn’t want her to, but she is way stronger than me.”
“Did you tell her no?” She asks, concerned, her foot leaving his crotch.
“I told her I didn’t want it,” he says. She reaches across the table and holds his hand.
“Next time make sure you tell her no.” Izzy says, ‘Do I need to make a fuss about it, or do I let him fight his own battles?’ she thinks. She shrugs, ‘This is a problem for another time.’
A plate of breadsticks arrives. She grabs one and leans back once again, teasing him with her toes. She nibbles on the breadstick, watching him squirm. He finally manages to nibble on his own breadstick.
“Why did you go there anyway?” Izzy asks, dipping the breadstick into a marinara sauce.
“She is fun to hang out with, and she doesn’t ask if you’re free for sex.” Jacob says while also getting marinara.
Izzy drops her breadstick, then sighs at the mess she made. She starts cleaning it up. “Sorry about that,” she says, grabbing a new one. “On the upside, the diaper fits you better than my panties.” She says casually, and it’s clear to see in his eyes he is thinking dirty things about her.
The waitress returns now wearing a white apron and white chef’s hat. She grits her teeth. “Not a peep. If you laugh, I won’t give you your food.”
They both attempt to not laugh, but they both break down laughing.
“My name is Yoko Kitsune, and I will not be the target of ridicule.” She sets the tray of food on the floor and storms off to the bar. She throws the chef’s hat onto the bar and leaves by the pool exit.
The cat sighs and waves them over. Izzy and Jacob wiggle their butts out of the booth and walk over to the bar. “I am sorry for her behavior; it seems I went too far with her costume.” He runs a hand through his blue hair. “She really is a good employee for a Yōkai.”
“What are you going to do without her?” Izzy asks. “I have never seen you come out from behind the bar.”
He looks around. “Interested in a side job?” The cat asks.
Izzy looks at Jacob, then back at the cat. “Uhh, no, I am busy enough,” Izzy says.
“What about you, Jacob? I bet I have a cute little French maid outfit somewhere in your size. The pay is terrible, but people grab your butt a lot.” The cat smiles a warm, inviting, convincing smile.
Jacob shakes his head no.
The cat frowns, “Well, you will just have to come get your orders from the bar, or in this case, the floor.” He points to the food sitting on the floor.
“Oh… okay…,” Izzy says.
They walk back to the table, stopping to pick up their dinners and the tray as they pass.
Jacob tosses the tray on the table next to them.
Izzy comments, “Assassin Pasta is spicy.” She examines the slightly burnt noodles. “How can this be so good?”
“It looks good.” Jacob says as he is halfway through eating his own meal, the sauce creamy and rich, the chicken grilled to perfection.
Izzy smirks, pushing her foot against the padding of his diaper. With the teasing she has been doing for the last hour, she feels the outline of his penis. In her estimation, he is plenty worked up.
Jacob finishes the last bite of his meal and sits and enjoys Izzy’s teasing. He leans back and rubs Izzy’s foot; she sighs as she finishes her meal.
“Are you ready for dessert back at the room?” Izzy asks Jacob, “Don’t forget your surprise.”
Jacob comically says, “Check, please,” but he says it too loudly.
The cat grins over at their table. “You know your meals are on the house.” The voice sounds like it’s coming from the seat next to Jacob.
Jacob jumps slightly, letting Izzy’s foot go. “Yeah, I know, Cat, it was a joke.” He wonders what the surprise is. ‘I bet she got condoms so I can have sex.’
Meanwhile, Izzy is thinking about Jacob wearing the thick toy and making her cry out in ecstasy. She looks at Jacob greedily. Her patience is running out.
They grab their plates and return them to the bar. “Good night, you crazy kids,” the cat says to the pair as he watches them leave. His mind wanders to how to get the Yōkai back.
