A Naked Barista

Monday morning Debbi knocked on Mark’s office door, presenting herself in a whole new light. The airline had located and returned Debbi’s luggage and she was looking spectacular in her own expensive suit. “Right, there you are.” Mark said “Now we’ve got a lot to do, so get all that off and put this on.” handing Debbi an apron.

“Excuse me?” Debbi was puzzled. “I thought it was clear, obviously we expect you to be naked, just as you were on stage.” Mark furrowed his brow. “But..I..I wasn’t naked. I was wearing a suit jacket. Surely you don’t expect...” Mark cut her off “I surely do! And you won’t be technically naked this time either, you’ll have your apron. I’ll leave you to it”. Closing the door and leaving Debbi alone in the office.

Nice of him to give me some privacy before I walk out there with all my bits out! Debbi thought. Debbi disrobed, folding her clothes and placing them neatly on Mark’s desk before evaluating what was to be her new uniform. The apron would provide some cover, Debbi’s modest breasts where hidden except a bit of side-boob, but the hem stopped short of her pussy, leaving her neat little coin-slot peeking out to great anyone who cared to look. As for the back, it was whole-ass-out.

Debbi tried to remain behind the scenes as much as possible, but training the cashiers on the new system meant she was constantly in the public eye. The counter and the apron provided adequate covering, but with every trip to the back, costumers were treated to the delicious sight of Debbi’s bare rear, each cheek rising and falling with every step.

“Debbi” Mark called out over the intercom “The drive thru window is really struggling with the new software, I need you to take over.” Customers once again enjoyed a view of Debbi’s naked bum as she retreated to the drive thru window. “What seems to be the problem back here?” Debbi asked. “Well, this costumer says he’s enrolled in the bottomless cup of joe promotion, but it’s still asking him to pay?” said the drive thru attendant. “Hmm, let's see what’s going on.” Debbi hopped on the computer.

“Okay, I see what's happening. He’s ordered a large drink.” Debbi said, turning to the window to address the customer “Sir, the system has credited you for your free daily coffee, but that only includes a regular sized beverage. I can give you the large, I just need you to pay a small upcharge.” 76-year-old Irving Baker gave the cute brunette with the British accent a once over before replying “That’s fine my dear, just making sure I’m getting what I pay for.” handing Debbi his card.

Debbi went to take the card but Irving let it drop to the floor “Oopsie!” he said. “Not a problem Sir.” Debbi turned, bending over to retrieve the fallen card. What a sight for sore eyes! The old man drank Debbi in, in all her glory, her puckered hole winking at him above her smooth pink slit, wiggling back and forth as she collected his card from the floor.

“Sorry about that.” Debbi apologized, handing Irving back his bank card and large coffee. “No need to be sorry deary,” He smiled “No need to be sorry at all!”