Head on

I left the two women to their new fetishes and bewilderment and went inside the coffee shop. The barista was kind of cute in a girl next door way, and she was working on a drink.

She looked up and smiled. "Hello, I'll be with you in juuuust a second," she said in very friendly way. She finished her drink, called the name of the person who ordered it, and turned to me. "What can I getcha?"

"What do you recommend?"

"Hmmm, for you? How about a hazelnut latte?"

"Sure thing."

She smiled and got to work. I decided to make this a magic coffee shop. "I wish that any customer who is rude or mean to the staff here will find his or her drink turn to a mix of semen and urine. I wish that when the person realizes his or her drink has turned to bodily fluids, he or she will have to finish it and not complain or tell anyone what happened. I also wish that person has the most embarrassing day of his or her life after he or she finishes the drink. I wish anyone who generously tips the staff at this coffee shop has the luckiest day of his or her life, and I wish that night, he or she has the most pleasant, enjoyable, and realistic erotic dream of his or her life."

The barista finishes the latte. I pay for it and leave a generous tip, not that I needed luck.

"Thanks very much," she said with her charming smile.

"No problem." I took a seat. "I wish that any time that barista has sex, it's incredible for both her and her lover, and I wish she never has any negative sexual or romantic experiences."

I sip my drink and wonder what to do next as I watch through the window as the blonde spit a mouthful of cum and saliva into her friend's face.