Arrest the barista

"I said cinnamon, not nutmeg"!

"Oh" blinked Jane, "I'm so sorry. Wait, let me make you another one", she said quickly and dashed the contents of a soya cappucino into the sink and began the process again. What was wrong with her? She had been distracted all day! For some reason that stupid daydream she had this morning had stayed with her and she kept thinking about it.

In the dream, she and all other female staff had been banned from wearing tops at work. Her face flushed as she thought of all the customers staring at her full bare breasts. How awful. but it was only a daydream. So why did she keep thinking about it, about how embarrassed she had been, but that she had to do it, and somehow, how turned on she was by all the attention. In the daydream, Phyllis at the counter was also topless - it was the rule after all, and she had been getting almost no attention whatsoever. All eyes were on Jane's pair. It was ridiculous, but as much as she remembered being embarrassed, she remembered being proud and rejoicing in the feeling of her sexuality even more.

Wow! What if that had been real? Would she have taken the job here if the rule had been in place to be topless at work? She thought she might.

She handed the middle aged woman her fresh cappucino and turned to the next customer as two female cops came in. Jane thought nothing of it expecting that they were probably just hear for their afternoon caffeine and pastry fix, but did a double take as they walked straight to the head of the queue and faced her.

"Jane Roberts?" asked the short blonde.

"Yes", answered Jane, confused.

"Could you come with us please?"

Jane turned to look at Phyllis who just shrugged, then put down her cloth and walked round the barrier.

The younger black police officer stepped behind her and grasped both of Jane's wrists pulling them behind her and snapping on a pair of handcuffs.

"Hey,... what's going on?"

"You're under arrest" replied the blonde.

"Wh... what have I done?"

"Suspicion of hirsute genitalia in a coffee serving premises".

"but... but... I" started Jane. She knew the rule. It had been about forever. It was illegal to have an unwaxed pussy in a cafe. Of course she knew that. Surely her's was as bald as a pool ball. Wasn't it? She had to pause and think. Now she wasn't sure. Fuck!

"Save it. We can check later. You're coming with us". and with that Jane was marched outside by the black girl to the waiting squad car with blue lights flashing.

She pushed Jane's head down so she didn't bump it getting into the back seat and followed her in, pinning her between herself and the other occupant of the car, a skinny kid with a notebook in his lap.

"This is detective Kyle. He's going to be inspecting your pussy", said the cop beside her.

The kid flashed her a big grin and wiggled a pair of fingers at her.

"Oh no!" she wailed