Erica, something brazen

Once you're back at your seat next to Erica, G Spot's new rack continually draws looks. Some people simply gaze, but others are confused, didn't they remember her differently a minute ago? This has taught you some valuable lessons about your power, though.

You lean in to Erica and whisper in her ear, too quiet for G Spot to hear. "Would you rather G Spot leave, stripping out of her clothes on the way out, or have her climb up onto the counter and strip for everyone there?" Erica frowns and looks piteously at the ginger. She almost can't bring herself to, but finally says, "G Spot, you should get outta here." She puts her hand to her mouth immediately, covering her bright red lips with her fingers in shame.

G Spot rises from her chair, looks worriedly at you, and turns to leave without a word, pulling her polo shirt up over her head and tossing it on the laptop of a man at a table nearby.

You lean in to Erica and whisper again, "Good choice. Now would you rather suck me off on top of the table, but nobody notices at all, or suck me off under the table, but nobody minds even if they notice?"

"Where the fuck are you getting this stuff?" She isn't answering. You can't possibly have fucked this up, right, she's gonna blow you and you're gonna get away with it and it's as simple as that!

"Shit... Um...." She still hasn't answered.

On the sidewalk in front of the cafe window, you see G Spot dropping her drawers, her pale freckled skin and massive jugs on display in the bright sunlight. All at once she breaks into a run, her hands covering her tits. As soon as the effect of your question to Erica was completed, she bolted!

The lesbian distraction is gone, but how much longer will you have to w...

"On top of the table." Erica climbs up onto the table, shoving her work aside.

"Wow, bold!" you say, as you climb up next to her and pull down your pants.

"I had to think about it, but I'd rather those people not know, and this magic or superpower or whatever it is, it seems like it can do that." You whip your dick out and Erica stares at it with her nose up and her mouth pouting, grossed out and unhappy. Before she goes down on it she explains, "but yeah it's weird it makes no sense but it's just like you said," she wraps her hands around your cock to warm you up, "all these people are going on and texting photos of G Spot running around stripping, but we're up here on the table with your dick in my hand and nobody even sees us. Your power is incredible."

They can see you, you're pretty sure, they just don't 'notice'.

So she sucks your dick on the table in the front of the coffee shop, while everyone else around ignores you. You are standing with your pants at your ankles, looking down at the other customers, Erica's bright red lipstick is rubbing off all over your dick, and then her coffee cup falls off the table, shattering on the floor.

And everyone looks right at you both.

You freeze, mid-thrust with your cock resting on her comfortable tongue, your hands up in a gesture of what do I do now?

Did they notice? Your voice squeaks in your throat, but as you speak, Erica slides slowly back up your cock until her lips are squeezing the base of your shaft, and you only manage to say, "uuuhhh! Sorry!"

"Don't even worry about it! I gotchu!" A blonde cutie in an apron rushes out with a broom. "Was there anything in there? Can I get you something else to drink?" The customer service here is alright. You consider what you might ask her for and you shove your cock as deep as Erica's throat will allow.

The blonde is waiting for your answer, but you're distracted, your dick head buried deep in Erica's tight, warm throat, rubbing against her and coaxing your cum up out of your balls without stopping anywhere to ask your permission. You can feel her holding out impossibly against a gag, and you yourself begin to tremble.

The blonde raises her eyebrows. You still haven't answered her.

Deepthroating Erica's pretty face is going to get your nuts off long before your brain is going to chime in with an answer for the barista girl.

"Uuuughhhhhh... ughhhh." You groan and shudder as your load pumps out into Erica so hard it almost hurts. She rocks her entire body pumping with the rhythm of your release, just to be able to swallow it all so deep in her throat and she moans deeply and quietly.

The blonde says, "Sir?"

"OOooooooh... sorry, uh," your brain has blood again so you check her nametag as you pull out and zip up. "Sorry Kerry, I was gonna say..."