A creamy beverage

"A Magical Latte, please. Large, and extra creamy."

"Oh, lovely." Monica said as she wrote the order and winked at Sarah. "I'll be right back with your food!" Then Monica left.

"Only a latte? Aren't you gonna eat something?" I asked.

"No. I'm not really hungry. Besides, what I ordered is high in protein."

"Really? A Magical Latte? What's that?"

"It's something special they make. I think they use imported ingredients of some sort. They use a lot of milk, they shake it really hard, with a... different technique, and it turns out such a creamy drink. I love it. I've had it dozens of times!"

"Really? You haven't told me about it." I inquired just a little more.

"It's just a drink, Liam. I usually drink it when I come here with my girlfriends." She shrugs, not giving it any importance.

I looked around for a bit. We were a little far from the bar, but I noticed Monica was speaking to a barista, who giggled and starting preparing something. It must've been Sarah's Magical Latte, given she was kinda staring at her as she started shaking something under the bar. She was definitely doing it with a lot of energy, and very rhythmically. As I looked back at my girlfriend, I saw Zoe was telling Sarah something.

"Oh, you're right!" Sarah said. "I'll be right back, I need to tell the barista something!" She stood up and walked quickly towards the bar. I gazed at her big, perfect butt as it jiggled. She make a gesture at the girl.

"What's wrong?" I asked Zoe, turning my sight towards her.

"Oh, nothing. She just forgot to tell Monica something about the drink" She explained. I guess it was an extra ingredient she wanted or something. I was about to look at Sarah again, but Zoe stopped me. "What do you think about this place, Liam?"

"Oh, I... I think it's nice. I don't know if it's my style, though. But it's calm and I see the servers are very kind."

"Yeah, I made sure they are."

"What do you mean?"

"I own this place."

"What? Wait, really?"

Zoe just nodded once. I was totally amazed. She was so young and already had what, judging by the amount of people and their happy mood, looked like a successful business. And judging by the quality of Zoe's clothes, she was earning a lot of money. I felt a little intimidated, if I'm honest, to see a girlfriend of Sarah's in a much better position than me.

"That's... That's so cool. Wow. I wouldn't have imagined. So that's why you wanted us to come here?"

"Well, yes. Sarah loves this place. Of course, everything we've ordered is on me."

"Oh, I can't let you do that." I said. "I'll pay the check."

"No. I insist. If you don't want me to, I'll just have Monica put it on my personal tab."

I felt a little intimated again. Was I going to let one of my girlfriend's friend pay for her and for me? I'm her boyfriend, I should pay. But I couldn't argue against her.

"Sure. But just because you're staying with us."

"Alright." Zoe smiled again.

I finally looked around, but I didn't see Sarah anywhere. The barista who was making her drink was still shaking it under the bar, although this time she was moving her hands differently, as if she were holding something bigger than a shaker, and as if she pulled it towards her crotch. She also seemed to be thrusting with her hips a little, and she was looking down, completely focusing on the job. That must've been the different technique Sarah mentioned.

"Where's Sarah?"

"I think she went to the toilet." Zoe said almost immediately, like a reaction, while her eyes were fixated on the barista. She let out a heavy sigh.

"Are you OK?" I asked, a little concerned. "Are you... getting hard?"

"Just... Just a little." She didn't seem as uncomfortable as she did before the massage. "I can handle it now."

"I don't know much about it. I didn't even know such... uh... condition existed."

"It's alright. I... I don't like talking about it much when I first meet people. I... I know I'm different. Although I know I'm not the only one. There are many girls like me." She kept on gazing at the barista, who was thrusting her hips harder in her drink-shaking technique. One more thing I don't know much about, drink making.

"What is it like?" I asked, as Zoe seemed not to cool with it. I was glad she felt more comfortable with me now.

"It's strange. But I'm getting used to it. I get... stiff. And it's hard to walk like that, without making it evident something is... off. But it does feel good when someone takes care of it."

"Is it possible to... take care of it yourself? I mean, I'm so happy Sarah helps you with it and makes you feel better, I'm just... curious."

"And it makes me happy that you share your Sarah with me. And yes, but not exactly. I can do something about it myself, but the sensation is totally different, and I don't get the same kind of relief as if an expert pair of hands did it."

Wow, I was so proud she called Sarah an expert! I wondered how long it took her, and how many massages did she have to do onto poor girls like Zoe.

"Yes, she's amazing."

"Her mouth is so cute. And her lips are something else." She said with an even wider smile. I just nodded, understanding she wanted to have that girl talk she mentioned before.

I looked around, still looking for Sarah, and I saw the barista shivering a little. She wasn't shaking anything anymore, she looked as if she were squeezing something.

"Wait." I turned back to Zoe. "If you have this business, how come you don't have a place of your own?"

Zoe was blushing hard now, and panting a little. Her eyes were still on the barista.

"I... I know. I've been looking for an apartment, but it's hard to find one that I like. Besides, my... my issue makes it harder. It's gonna be hard to live alone without anyone to relief my needs." She said softly.

"Ah... I understand..."