An old friend walks in

Vanessa was wiping down the last of the tables when she heard a too-familiar voice. "Vanessa? Holy shit, is that you?"

She froze for a second, recognizing the voice immediately. Turning around, she saw Jake—her best friend Helen’s boyfriend—standing in the doorway with a grin so wide it could split his face. He strolled over, hands casually stuffed in his pockets.

“Jake! Uh, hey,” Vanessa greeted awkwardly, trying to suppress the wave of panic washing over her. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now.

“Man, it’s been a while!” Jake said, sounding overly enthusiastic. “I saw you on the app, but I thought, ‘No way it’s really her.’ But here you are! Guess the FUI’s really opened some doors, huh?” He laughed like this was the most normal conversation ever, like they were chatting about the weather or sports.

Vanessa **** a tight smile. “Yeah, it’s... definitely something.” She really didn’t want to get into this with Jake, especially not with his history of liking, well, girls shaped like her.

“You look, uh, good, I guess. Real good.” Jake’s eyes dropped directly to her chest, which he didn’t even try to hide. “I mean, you’ve always been kinda... stacked, but damn. You’re rocking the whole ‘busty short girl’ thing like nobody’s business. Helen’s always been more, you know, on the tall and... flat side. This is really... wow.”

Vanessa wanted to melt into the floor. She was painfully aware of the apron stretching over her chest, and the way Jake’s gaze was basically glued there. “Thanks... I guess.”

Jake chuckled, clearly oblivious to her discomfort, or maybe just not caring. “I always knew you had it going on, but Helen, poor girl, she doesn’t exactly have...” He motioned to her breasts like it was the most casual thing ever. “You know. These. Not that I don’t love her, but let’s be real, Vanessa, she’s got nothing on you in this department.”

Vanessa’s jaw nearly dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Jake... Helen’s my best friend. Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, *not* be saying stuff like that?”

“Oh, come on!” Jake laughed, waving it off like it was no big deal. “It’s just between us. She doesn’t have to know.” He winked. “Besides, what are friends for, right?”

Vanessa stared at him, utterly gobsmacked, her face growing redder by the second. Was he seriously doing this? Right here, in the café, while she was standing next to the table where she’d literally just jerked off a client ten minutes ago?

Jake leaned in a bit, dropping his voice like he was letting her in on some kind of secret. “I mean, be honest. You must get a ton of attention now, huh? Guys going crazy for these...” He gestured to her chest again, eyes wide with appreciation. “Bet you’ve got them lining up to, you know... take care of business.”

Vanessa couldn’t even speak, caught somewhere between outrage and the pure, absurd comedy of the situation. This was Jake—the guy who never shut up about how much he loved Helen. And now he was standing there, openly ogling her like she was a juicy steak, and they were at some barbecue, not a café.

“I... really don’t know what to say,” Vanessa muttered, hoping he’d take the hint and back off.

But Jake, in typical Jake fashion, took it as an invitation to keep going. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not asking for much. I’m not trying to get in trouble or anything. But come on, Van. Don’t act like it’s not flattering. It’s just a little friendly admiration, you know? Like, ‘Hey, my best friend’s super hot.’ That’s all.”

Vanessa **** a laugh, but it came out more like a strangled squeak. “Yeah, super flattering. Thanks, Jake.”

Jake, completely oblivious, kept going. “I mean, I’ve been with Helen for a while now, and she’s great. Really. But you? You’re like... the shortstack queen, you know? You’ve got this whole thing going on, and the FUI... it’s like fate, right? I had to come by and see it for myself.”

Vanessa’s face was burning now. “Fate,” she echoed flatly, wishing she could somehow vanish from existence. “That’s one way to look at it.”

Jake leaned in closer, his grin widening as if he had just had the best idea ever. "So, how about a peek, Van? You know, just to see the goods up close. I mean, we’re practically family, right? No big deal."

Vanessa’s heart sank, and she could feel the heat rising to her face. "Jake, come on, this isn’t appropriate. We’re in public."

But Jake wasn’t backing down. He tilted his head toward the café counter, where Alex, her boss, was casually scrolling through his phone. "Why don’t we ask your boss? I mean, it’s part of the job, isn’t it? You wouldn’t want to get in trouble for not... fulfilling your duties."

Vanessa felt trapped. Her stomach churned as Jake raised his hand and waved over to Alex. “Hey, Alex! Quick question, man!”

Alex looked up, slightly confused at first but sauntered over, still holding his phone. “What’s up?”

“Vanessa here,” Jake started, slinging an arm around her shoulders like they were old pals, “is she allowed to, you know... show her tits while on the clock? I mean, she’s registered with the FUI and all that, right?”

Vanessa shot Jake a pleading look, but he just smiled like this was a totally normal conversation.

Alex scratched the back of his head, clearly uncertain. He glanced between Vanessa and Jake, weighing the situation. “Uh... well, I mean...” He shrugged, completely indifferent. “As long as the customers are happy and it doesn’t disrupt things... sure, I guess? We’ve had weirder requests.”

Vanessa’s stomach dropped. “Wait, seriously?” she whispered, but Alex was already nodding, his attention shifting back to his phone.

Jake clapped his hands together, like a kid who just won a prize. “There you go! All good. Now come on, Van, no need to be shy. We’re all friends here.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, the familiar feeling of helplessness creeping over her. She could feel the weight of Jake’s gaze, along with Alex’s indifferent approval. She had ****.

With shaking hands, Vanessa untied the apron once again, feeling every pair of eyes in the café slowly turn toward her. The air felt heavy with anticipation, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear. But the FUI had her trapped. She had to comply.

As she pulled her top up and let her massive breasts fall free, a collective murmur rippled through the café. She could hear the low buzz of conversations suddenly shifting focus, and Jake’s eyes lit up, his grin widening as he openly stared.

“Holy shit,” someone muttered from a nearby table, loud enough for Vanessa to hear. “Look at the size of those things.”

Another voice chimed in, “Jesus, those tits are unreal. How’s she even standing up straight?”

Vanessa’s face burned with embarrassment as the objectifying comments came one after the other, each one stripping her of any dignity she had left. Her breasts sat heavily on the tabletop, exposed for everyone to gawk at. She could feel the weight of their stares, like they were examining some kind of freak show attraction.

"Bet she could feed a whole village with those," someone else whispered, not-so-discreetly. "You think she can even see her feet? Probably hasn’t in years."

Jake chuckled, clearly enjoying every second of her humiliation. “You see, Van? You’re a real crowd-pleaser. Bet you didn’t know you had this many fans, huh?”

Vanessa **** a weak smile, her whole body trembling with shame. She wanted to cover up, to run out of the café and never look back, but she couldn’t. She had to stand there, topless, her massive breasts on full display, while Jake and the rest of the café openly ogled her.

“Imagine her trying to run. Those things would knock her out cold,” someone muttered, barely containing their excitement.

Another voice chimed in from the corner. “She’s so short, her boobs probably touch the ground if she bends over.”

Vanessa clenched her fists, trying to block out the noise, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. But it was slipping away with every passing second, and she knew she was powerless to stop it.