Hands-on Training

The coffee at this place was decent, but at a certain point, the owner had accepted that his beautiful goth barista was what REALLY had people coming back. As such, he'd relaxed the uniform requirements; A hat with the store logo. An apron that just reached her hips. Anything else was up to her.

Today, she'd opted for black shorts, leggings, and a metal band shirt with torn sleeves. You might catch a peek of her bra if you approached from the side-- But barely.

Her black bangs framed her face with a serious, emotionless vibe. Which helped hide her anxiety toward today.

A few hours passed. The monotony of coffee brewing, which was usually soul crushing, helped a bit. Just making orders, and giving deadpan replies to customers pitiful attempts at flirting.

"Dawnie..." Cindy suddenly called from back station, whining pitifully. "How do you make this drink again?"

"Dawn." She corrected. Finding a free moment, she went back to find her confused coworker-- And an absolute mess, following her coffee attempts.

Rolling her eyes, she began to demonstrate her technique as Cindy looked on. It was some... Caramel drink, with copious amounts of sugar and garnishing. She couldn't pronounce the name if she tried. With both hands full, she started to mix the horribly sweet concoction...

Only to tense as she felt two hands rest on her hips.

"Cindy-- Don't touch me while I'm working."

"Huh? Did I bump ya? Sorry!"

Cindy was beside her. Cleaning up her mess-- NOT touching Dawn's waist. Grip almost ruining the drink, she squirmed subtly... As those invisible hands started unbuttoning and lowering the zipper to her shorts...