Doing Random Pop-ins - Part 3 (Act 1)

The act started out with the eager guy who had laid the foundation of the act standing behind the arranged row of desks, along with the Hispanic guy who was currently on his phone sitting at the table in the upstage right, and the Asian girl with a canteen in her hand is reading a piece of paper while being seated at the table located in the upstage left; no actor had their back facing the audience as they had all been taught to never let their back face the audience in theater.

"I swear, today is gonna be the day I quit this job." the male behind the desks begins monologuing, letting the audience know he's an employee and that the desks in front of him are to represent a counter, "The pay sucks, the hours are too much for me, the people that come in here are just something else, but worst of all is how boring everything is." he finishes, looking defeated in the eyes and also having that same depressed nature be reflected in his purposely limp posture.

It was then at that moment that the White girl who volunteered to be one of the initial actors stepped inside of the tape. She was 5'6 and had very curly brown hair which rested upon her shoulders, and her attire consisted of a sepia short-sleeve shirt and a pair of dark denim shorts; her shirt unable to hide the clear fact that she's a very well-endowed female given how protrusive her swells were.

The guy acting as an employee notices her and shapes up to look more like a competent worker, "Good morning." he greets her, his hands folded and positioned at the front of his crotch area.

"Um~..." the girl stops in front of the counter and looks up at an imaginary menu with her eyes squinted and her index finger tapping the front of her chin, "I'd like a small iced latté with regular milk and sugar." she says.

"Okay, and will that be all?"

"Uh, yes!" she says with a nod.

"Alright, that'll be $3.25." the guy says while tapping an imaginary screen.

"I've got a coupon." she takes out her phone and shows it to him.

"Okay~." he taps the air in a random order again, "$2.92."

"Oh, wait! I almost forgot that I can get another discount!"

"A— another discount?" he says with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yeah! Double!" she puts her phone down on the makeshift counter, "I'll show you!"

Instead of reaching into her pocket as if to take out an imaginary coupon, or pointing somewhere random in an effort to bring attention to something imaginary, the girl grabs the bottom of her shirt and quickly slides it up against her body, catching onto her bra in the process so that she can lift that up together with her raised shirt, eventually resulting in her large 36F boobs falling out from the confines of her clothing. Everyone in the audience collectively laughed at a moderate volume at the randomness of a female flashing her big breasts at an unsuspecting individual for some arbitrary reason, or at least a reason that didn't really justify that kind of action. Màximo was an anomaly in this situation - his reaction came in the form of surprise and amusement as opposed to being like everyone else and laughing. Not to say that he was enjoying it any less, seeing a girl have her fat tits out for the umpteenth time today never failed at evoking something good within Màximo and within Màximo's pants, it's just that Màximo's brain worked differently from those of Schroker County. Where Màximo filtered the act of a girl exposing her goods as something that is strictly sexual, the others filtered it as acceptable comedy with a hint of raunchiness in it due to the many conditions which were in play.

"See? Look! I have EEs! Double the letters means double the discount!" she says with a teeth-baring smile on her face.

Everyone watching erupts into laughter and, everyone but Màximo who instead smirked and let out a quick chuckle at the silly punchline. During all this, the guy who'd been playing the employee was just standing there scratching his head as he stared at the girl's moderately saggy breasts which sported these big, brown areolas that even the bottom of the cup her iced latté would have been served in would barely even manage to cover if placed over her nipple.

"Uh, sorry, but—"

"No! I swear! My boobies are ACTUALLY 36EE! Here..." she releases her grip from her bra and shirt as she hunches her body forward to reach behind for her bra clasp, "look at my bra!" she says and takes her sizeable bra off to then throw it in the guy's face, making him recoil in surprise and causing him to fumble it around.

The class laughs more at the lunacy and Màximo is still going at his own pace in terms of expressing his easygoing enjoyment.

"No! Ma'am, what I'm trying to say is that we don't have a discount like that here." he tells her, eliciting a couple laughs in the process.

"You don't?" she responds with a look of disappointment now on her face, and even after being told no such thing exists, she doesn't bother with covering herself back up, opting instead to keep her F-cups freed.

"We don't. Why would we?"

"Well..." she looks around and her eyes end up on the guy in the upstage right, "it's 'cause that guy told me in the park earlier that you guys DID have such a discount!" she says, her finger pointing right at him.

Now being interacted with, the Hispanic student looks up at the front, his face indicating unpreparedness, but not so much that it raises any concern. Just before the flow of things can get ruined, he stands up with gusto - having his closed fists on his hips as he stands akimbo with a smug grin on his face.

"Why, yes! Yes, I did tell you that!" he says in a haughty voice that gets a laugh out of the audience.

"You jerk! How could you?" she says, thrusting her arms down at her sides and giving the ground a loud stomp that results in her boobs jiggling a bit.

"Isn't it obvious?" he walks over to her with his eyes clearly staring at her chest and stops in front of her, "It was all a part of my genius plan to see those big sacks of fat you have on you!" he answers, much to the audience's pleasure.

"Oh, YEAH?!" she says back in anger.

"Oh, YES!" he mocks her.

"Well, WELL..." the girl shoots her hands up to the guy's head, grabs it, and pulls it down into her bosom, "then come have a closer look at them, BUDDY!" she says while burying the guy's face in between her humid cleavage and twisting her torso repeatedly to shake her plentiful bust around all up in his face.

The audience bursts out laughing at the inanity happening in front of them, the volume of the laughter drowns out the muffled, but still loud screams of the guy as he has his face engulfed by the girl's F-cups.

The guy frees himself from the depths of the girl's rack, "HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP, THIS IS BREASTUAL ****, BREASTUAL ASSAU— MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" he screams out a play on words of the term sexual **** before having his head stuffed back into the girl's chest where his cries are once again muffled.

The audience's laughter picks back up; Màximo chortling to himself and shaking his head at how wonderfully foolish this performance is. The pair shuffle on over to the downstage right where the guy goes on to start sucking on the girl's breasts as they are both out of material and want to give their peers the chance to step in and add to the act.

"So, I guess this order's gonna be cancelled." the clerk sighs as he taps the air like before, "This job is sooooooooooooooooooo stup—"

"Um, excuse me."

"Huh?" the guy says in response.

Standing in front of him was the Asian girl who had been situated in the upstage left since the beginning. She was 5'3 and had slightly tan skin, with black hair that reached the middle of her back and blended in with the black v-neck shirt she was wearing with her black leggings; her whole entire showing off the fact that she was a petite girl of a very modest build: barely any bust, barely any ass.

"This isn't half-and-half." she states her reason for being back at the counter, holding her canteen out in front of her.

"It... isn't?" he says with a look of puzzlement.

"Yeah, it's not."

"I could've sworn I saw the half milk and half heavy cream bottle being put in there..." he reaches for the canteen, "but okay, I'll—"

"No, are you DAFT?!" she pulls her hand back from his as it was nearing and gets people laughing at her reaction.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You said 'half milk and half heavy cream'."

"I know. Don't you want that?"

"Of course I don't! I want half milk... and half SE~MEN!" she enunciates every bit of her sentence, making sure to stress out the word semen.

The audience laughs and the actors give them time to get their enjoyment out of their system, Màximo himself just sitting there in his seat with an eyebrow raised and a smile on his face. While the audience is laughing, from what has been essentially made the entrance into the café, one of the standby actors enters the stage. They're a 6'3, lanky, bespectacled South Asian male whose most defining feature next to their height is their very hairy arms.

"Whe— when has that ever been a thing?"

"Since forever! You guys always have it when it's almost autumn! It's seasonalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!"

"Well, I regret to inform you, ma'am, but at this location, we do not have half milk and half... half semen..." the employee says with a face that expresses revolt in the thought of drinking coffee with milk and semen mixed in it.

"UGH! You have GOT to be kidding me!"

"Uh, sorry to but in..." the new actor starts speaking to the girl whose back is turned to him, "but could the reason why you're angry be because they don't have the seasonal half-and-half?"

She turns around to face him "IT IS! They only have half milk and half heavy cream! Can you fucking believe that?!"

"I don't think I do want to believe in such a thing..." he smiles with his eyes closed and scratches the back of his head like he's nervous, "but what I do believe is that I can help you."

"What? By showing me the nearest place that DOES have half milk and half semen?"

"Nope. Even better." in one swift motion, the guy drops his baggy sweatpants to the floor, showing everyone that he's going commando with an exposed and slowly rising penis there for proof, "I can give you some of my semen to go with your drink!" he says with his hands on his hips as he towers over the girl with a proud smile on his face.

A bit of moderate laughter ensues because of this; the girl in need of seminal fluid just stands there looking at the growing cock of the stranger with a slightly absent look on her face.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." her eyes squint and she pouts her lips whilst tapping the front of her chin as she thinks about what to do next, "what's the catch?"

"No catch, BUT..." he raises a finger into the air, "you do have to extract it from me with only AND only the use of your body alone." he answers.

"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..." she makes the sound again, but with more intensity this time, "Okay! I'll get my pussy out then!" she accepts the offer with much glee and puts her canteen down, getting some hearty laughs out of people.

"Sounds great!" the guy responds.

Standing with her feet apart, she—with both hands—grabs the fabric at the crotch of her leggings and tears open a big, gaping hole, and not stopping there, she takes hold of her panties, and with herself hunched over, puts all her strength into ripping a very generous hole in them that allows the majority of her genitalia to be exposed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand UP..." she steps up to the tall guy and reaches her hands up onto his shoulders before jumping up into the air, "WE GO!" she says as she locks her legs around his body, sticking to him like a fly on a glue trap.

The guy catches her, his big hands cradling her modest butt cheeks. The two get their organs aligned, and as unabashed as can be, start fornicating in front of the class. The girl rockets up into the air and falls back down onto the guy's just as expeditiously, her hair waving around just as much as her movements. The guy—with his hips bucking—was matching the girl's movements as he thrusted accordingly inside of her, creating the visually appealing spectacle of two young and energetic individuals engaging in hardcore sex.

"Uhnnnnnnnnnnnnn, yes, yes! Does that feel fucking good?! That fucking feel GOOD?! Gimme your semen, I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED your semeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!" she says things she thinks would make a person ejaculate sooner in this situation while looking at him intently in the eyes.

"I'll make my order later." the guy says to the employee, his head tilted to the side so that he can look past the girl to make eye contact with him.

After stating that how he will be putting a delay on making an order, he turns around and walks over to where the Hispanic guy and White Girl have resigned themselves to, no longer is the guy being subjected to "BREASTUAL ****", instead he's seemingly now an enjoyer of a very delightful tittyfuck being given to him by the large boobs of the girl he tricked—who is now on her knees in front of him; he himself grunting faintly as his dick gets rapidly rubbed in between her pillowy pair that she seems to be working quite vigorously, given the way she's got her lips folded in like the task is taking much effort on her part, how her agreeably chubby arms are tensed up, and also the way she has her chin pushed into her neck, producing a double-chin from how she's looking down intensely at the guy's cock popping in and out of her meaty cleavage, making sure she's pressing her hands into the sides of her breasts well enough and also rocking the entirety of her upper body in tandem with the upward and downward heaving of her big tits.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh..." the employee groans while rubbing his face with both his hands, "can this day get any more stressful?" he says, his words being muffled from how his hands are placed over the majority of his face.

While he was in the middle of saying that, a girl actor who'd been on standby came through the imaginary café entrance seemingly unbeknownst to the sulking employee. The girl was Black and 5'5, having very faintly brown 3C hair that almost sat upon her shoulders, and as for her clothing, she had none - she entered in without a stitch of fabric on her as this was an idea she had for the act, an idea that proved successful given how it made everyone erupt into laughter. With nothing on her to conceal her slim body, the girl's perky 36Cs were able to stiffly bounce up and down as she made her way on set, essentially walking into a café with her tight ass hanging out and her bald cunt exposed.

"Ahem!" the girl clears her throat when she stops at the front of the counter, her face visibly annoyed as she stands there with her arms crossed underneath her boobs, perking them up even more.

"What? Sorry. What can I—" the employee takes his hands off from the front of his face and see lays his eyes upon what else the day has in store for him, "OH MY— wh— why are you—"

"UGH! I want a large coffee with one milk and two sugars!" she cuts him off.

"I— I— I— I— I— I—"

"COME ON! CHOP, CHOP! I NEED MY MORNING COFFEE, OR ELSE I WON'T FUNCTION RIGHT!" she exclaims.

"I— I— I—" he gulps, "I can't serve you." he gets out a sentence, his eyes glued to the girl's tits that were being accentuated.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" she becomes furious, whipping her arms out to the sides with her hands opened wide as she lunges her body forward: these series of movements all culminating in a short-lived, but very pleasing to the eyes breast shake that came as a result of her theatrical nature.

"No shoes. No shirt. No service." he says very bluntly, getting a good amount of laughter from the audience.

"I'll give a damn about your stupid policy when I've had my COFFEE!" she doubles down, going on to stand up like a statue with her arms at her sides and her fists clenched, even stomping a foot on the floor to express her rage even more, that stomp also inadvertently causing her C-cups to sharply jiggle up and down.

"And I'll care when you have clothing on." he says with his arms crossed as he stands his ground.

"This is such fucking BULLSHIT! Where is this stupid policy anyway?! I didn't see it on the door when I came in!"

"It's right over there on that wall. Read it." he points his finger somewhere around where she entered.

"FINE!"

The girl turns around and marches over to where he pointed in a much exaggerated way, so much so, that her titties are jiggling with a **** that can almost be felt with sight alone. She stops in front of an imaginary wall, and with her hands on her hips and a pouty face on, she starts scanning the air with her eyes as if there's actual text where she's looking. During this, the last person—a guy—from the standby actors enters the imaginary café: a White guy whose skin was tanned and was of average height and build for a male his age. Paying not the slightest bit of mind to the nakedness right beside the entrance, he walks past the girl and heads straight for the counter where the employee is standing there with a listless look on his face as he cannot muster anymore a friendly exterior for customers.

"Welcome. How can I help you?" the employee says in a monotone voice.

"Yeah, hi, I— hold on lemme get it out real quick..." the guy reaches inside his pockets and pulls out a ripped piece of looseleaf, "I have this thing from here that when stamped ten times, says I get a free coffee." he leans over the counter, showing the employee it, "See? It's been stamped ten times." he points at it as the employee scans the stationery, the guy speaking in a mild-mannered voice that comes as a stark contrast to how everything has been so loud and overly energetic.

"Mhm, yeah, I see, but the thing is that it's not just a free coffee, it's a medium mocha you get, so—"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, really?"

"Yeah~..." the employee says, slowly nodding his head.

"Well, shoot. You sure I can't just get a regular for free? It'll cost less." he tries negotiating.

"Sorry, but it's gotta be a mocha I'm afraid."

"Dag nab it. Well, I guess then—"

"OKAY, I READ THE STUPID POLICY, AND I MUST SAY THAT IS VERY UNCONSTITUTIONAL!!!" the girl returns with a vengeance, startling the guy trying to get a free coffee while the employee just lets out a silent sigh with his eyes closed.

"Ma'am, this is a standard policy in most busine—"

"WHO THE FUCK CARES?! JUST SERVE ME A CUP OF COFFEE AND I'LL PUT ANYTHING ON!!!" she cuts him off to continue her belligerence.

"Once again: no."

"I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I GET MY COFFEE!!!" she stands her ground, a very incorrect ground.

"Fine." the employee looks at the guy, "So what can I get for you, sir?"

"Um..." he darts his eyes back and forth between the employee and the girl before landing on the girl, "I'm sorry, but is he not serving you because of your... nudity?"

"Yes! He is!"

"Hm~, I see..." he looks the girl up and down while rubbing his chin, "if I got you a mocha, could you repay the favor to me in... sexual activities?" he asks her and gets the audience to laugh at both the randomness and the boldness of the proposition offered.

"EXCUSE ME, WHAT?!" she raises her voice and looks at him with a surprised look that makes it seem as if she's offended.

"I'm— I'm sorry, I— I— I just—"

"HELL THE FUCK YEAH I'LL DO THAT SHIT FOR A FUCKING CUP OF COFFEE!!!" she turns her attention to the employee, "BETTER PUT ONE MILK AND TWO SUGARS IN WHATEVER HE ORDERS!!!" she sasses him, making everyone laugh - indulging in the schadenfreude of the employee.

"Well..." the guy slams the piece of paper down on the desk, "guess I'll take that medium mocha with one milk and two sugars, please." he says as he starts frantically pulling his pants down with his underwear which amuses everyone.

The employee doesn't even bother making eye contact with the polite customer as he slowly reaches for the scrap of paper, only giving a thousand-yard stare as he is just done with how everything has just been spitting in his face. The girl—abiding to the agreement—turns herself around and sits atop a desk, spreading her legs before licking her fingers and swiping them up across her slit as she looks her acquaintance in the eye. Grabbing the girl's thighs, he inserts himself into her vagina and immediately kicks it into high gear with the thrusting, only putting out quick, aggressive thrusts that make the desk he's fucking the girl on start scooching backward little by little with every one of his pumps. The girl's breasts get sent into a rhythmic jiggle as she is drilled by the guy, her thick nipples so erect that they almost look as if something could be hung on them, e.g., a key ring or something of that likeness.

"Here. Mocha." the employee says, holding his cuffed hand out to represent that he's holding something.

"FUCKING FINALLY!!!" the girl blurts out and snatches the imaginary beverage out from his friend.

"Thank you so— uhn!" he moans in the middle of his sentence, "So much." he says.

She imitates the act of drinking a cup of coffee, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, much better now." the girl says, expressing tranquility despite being fervidly fucked by a stranger, but it's nothing compared to the nirvana she's experiencing as a result of finally having her morning coffee.

As everyone is enjoying the show, Màximo, who is amused, but not as amused as the others, moreso turned on by what's going on, starts looking around a bit as opposed to just focusing on the main point of action - the students fucking on the desk. over by the entrance, he sees that the four are still engaged in sexual acts with the people they'd always been doing it with. The girl with the big tits who'd been servicing the Hispanic guy with just her breasts alone was now on the side of her body laying on floor with one of her legs raised and rested atop his shoulder to give him vaginal access so he could be fucking her the way that he currently is; both the girl's 36F boobs and thick thighs would ripple as she got thrusted into, and one titty would be resting on the floor as she was just that busty. As for the tall guy and the girl trying to get his cum for her coffee, she proved to be successful in that endeavor, as while she was on her knees hungrily looking at his penis whilst vigorously jerking it off with one hand as she held her canteen in the other, she would get him to ejaculate a very generous amount, making sure to bottle most of what came out, and what didn't get into her bottle would end up on her hands and face, which was still quite a lot.

Not even bothering to watch her drink the weird concoction while still giving the guy a handjob, Màximo looks over to where his phone is and decides to check its battery life. He gets up and goes over to it, pressing a button to power it on. Seeing that it says 55%, he's for the most part pleased, but if he were to ever be asked to video call with a curious friend from his group, he would not want his phone to die, neither decline their request. But Màximo would worry about this later since he saw that the period was very nearly coming to a close, and although it would not be a problem to hold people here for the sake of his entertainment, he didn't feel like doing so, mainly because he was growing just a tad bit tired of watching people perform.