In Line for Coffee [Mind Control / Reality Alteration]

Cora Spencer had just gotten out of court when she decided to stop in at the fancy coffee shop next door to the building that held her office. She usually didn’t go for their artisanal lattes, as they were too expensive. She could afford them, but she didn’t like losing when she didn’t have to, and anyway they had too many calories. Today, however, she felt like she had earned a little treat for herself.

It had been another successful prosecution. Not a win at trial, of course (no defense attorney in the city was dumb enough to take her trial and risk their client receiving a much stiffer sentence), but still a plea deal for possession in the first degree, with a prison sentence of at least five years without even the possibility of parole. The defendant had taken the deal because he was worried he wouldn’t see his two kids grow up if he risked a longer prison term, and Cora had gotten to chalk up another one in her ever-growing win column.

The line at the coffee shop was long. She had time, but she did feel a pang of regret at not sending her assistant Maria to get the coffee. It was probably just as well, as Cora wasn’t sure she could trust the girl with a complex order. It was helpful in Cora’s line of work to have an assistant who spoke Spanish, but Maria just made too many mistakes in Cora’s opinion. She was tired of having to yell at the girl, it wasn’t fair to either of them.

The shop’s air conditioner was working overtime on this hot day. Cora ran a hand through her short brown hair. She hadn’t had time this morning to really do anything special with it. She was starting to sweat through her practical pantsuit. It didn’t do anything for her assets, which she was fine with since she didn’t really have much anyway. She was rail-thin, always had been, and her A-cups were pretty hard to showcase even if she had wanted to. She gave up trying to fix up her look. It wasn’t as if men ever paid any attention to her in that way, anyway. She sighed and decided to catch up on some emails on her phone.

She hadn’t even opened the first email, though, when the man standing behind her said, “Boy, I guess everybody had the same idea, huh?” At first, she didn’t even realize he was talking to her, but the sentence got her to look over her shoulder in annoyance. Her eyes widened in surprise slightly at what she saw.

The man behind her might have been the most handsome man she had ever seen, broad-shouldered with muscles clearly visible under his shirt. He had a perfectly groomed goatee that set off his chiseled jawline. And not only that, the guy must have been loaded, too. His suit was Armani, and the sunglasses he pulled off to get a better look at her were Persols and probably cost several hundred dollars. Cora forgot to be annoyed that this guy she didn’t know was talking to her.

“Hi, I guess we’re stuck here together,” he said. “I’m Daryl.”

She paused briefly, looking at him, but saying nothing. She didn’t want to give her name out to a stranger she’d just met, no matter how handsome or rich he was. She didn’t have time for a guy in her life anyway. She was working a lot of 70 hour weeks these days.

“Not gonna tell me, huh?” he replied with a half grin. “Let me guess… I think you’re a… Bunny.”

“How did you know?!” Bunny exclaimed before she could quite stop herself. She had always hated that name, it was infantilizing and gave men the wrong idea. But she was stuck with it, and if she had to work extra hard to make judges and defense attorneys respect the name “Bunny Spencer,” then she would just work that extra bit harder.

The man shrugged as the two of them both shuffled forward in line slightly. “You look like a Bunny. I just have to say, I think you’re absolutely beautiful.”

And now the annoyance was back. Did this guy think he was going to pick her up in a coffee shop with a dumb compliment? Of course she was beautiful. It was obvious. Even with her small breasts and bony ass, the guys had always fallen over themselves for her. She was honestly sick of it. That’s why she kept her hair short, to try and deflect at least some of the attention away from her looks and toward her professionalism. She scoffed and turned back toward the counter, taking a step forward with the line.

“I do think you’d be even prettier if you wore your hair longer,” Daryl commented.

Bunny spun to confront him. “Are you fucking serious? Do you think I give a fuck what you think would be pretty? I’m a lawyer, buddy. You don’t want to harass me, trust me.”

Daryl just smiled placidly at her. It was infuriating. Then he said, “There’s really nothing to be upset about.”

Bunny wasn’t upset. Why would she be upset? It was perfectly normal for men she’d just met to tell her how to wear her hair. They didn’t really do it much, that she could recall, but she sort of wished they did? The more input the better, after all. She _was _sort of annoyed with him for acting like she was getting upset, though. It wasn’t like she was hysterical. But that clearly wasn’t any reason to be upset.

“I don’t think I was clear,” Daryl continued. “I’m always doing that. I think you made a great decision to wear your hair longer, it looks great.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” Bunny told him. She pushed a lock of brown hair out of her face and over her shoulder again. She definitely agreed with him. She thought she looked best when she wore her hair down to the small of her back, which is why she usually kept it that way. The two of them took another step forward, as another patron ahead of them had ordered. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have work to do.” She held up her cell phone. Maybe that would get this weirdo to shut up.

He did not. “Boy, it’s hot. I’ll bet you wish you’d worn something cooler today.”

God, she did wish that. She had been so concerned with dressing professionally that she hadn’t thought about how warm it would get. Too late now, though. She wiped sweat away from her forehead with the back of her hand and sighed. She was really getting sick of this guy.

“Here, let me help you out,” he said. “You dressed to keep as cool as possible today.”

This made her snap again. “What are you talking about? Are you just saying shit that’s true? Please, I’m telling you, I want you to leave me alone.”

She turned around in a huff and took another step forward. She was really glad she had chosen to wear the summery halter top and middle-length skirt today. It was still technically appropriate for court, and she wasn’t nearly as sweaty as she would have been.

But Daryl was still talking. “No you don’t, because you find me extremely attractive.”

Well, duh, but he didn’t have to just say it like that. She turned back toward him, a blush showing through on her pale cheeks. “I-I mean, obviously you’re really… really handsome, but I’m just not that kind of girl, OK? I’m flattered, but…” She trailed off, her eyes drifting down to his crotch. Shit, she really wanted to know what he was packing. She could feel her mouth water.

She looked up at him. He was smirking at her. Damn, it was sexy. “I, um… Y’know what? Would you like my number? I’d love to get to know you better.”

He grinned, but then said. “I don’t know. Looking at you in that outfit, I think you might be a little bony for my taste. Barely anything up top, and your ass is flat as a board.”

A part of Bunny knew she should be offended by this, but she was so worried that the possible man of her dreams might reject her that she skipped right past that. “I know I… I don’t have all the assets some women do, but you said I was beautiful, and we both know I am.” She leaned toward him, doing her best to sound sultry, not that she had a lot of practice. “You go out with me, you won’t regret it.”

There were only a few more customers between them and counter. She was running out of time to close the deal. He sighed and looked straight at her chest. “Maybe. I mean, you do have a great pair of tits. They’re… what? Double Ds?”

She thrust out her chest slightly, the better to show off her perfect rack. She had always thought of them as her most attractive feature. She’d even shown a bit of cleavage in the halter. A little daring for court, maybe, but nobody was going to argue with her. She was Bunny freaking Spencer.

“And I’m loving your ass in that skirt,” Daryl continued. “You’ve got curves in all the right places. It was definitely the right call to wear such a short skirt to show off that bubble butt.”

Bunny had always knew she had just a spectacular body, but it was nice to be acknowledged once in a while. And if she could distract the opposing attorney with the way her ass jiggled beneath a skirt that barely covered it, then all the better for her. And now she had finally drawn the attention of a guy she was really attracted to.

“I-I have to order soon,” she said, “but I can wait for you, if you’d like…”

He leaned in to whisper in Bunny’s ear. Her breath caught. God, the way he smelled, her brain was short-circuiting. “I bet it turns you on,” he said in a soft voice that sent vibrations all the way through her. “Showing yourself off like that. It makes you so wet, knowing that everyone’s staring at your perfect body.”

“I can help who’s next!” called the barista behind the counter, a bored-looking college-aged girl with green streaks in her hair and a stud in her nose.

Crap, Bunny was so horny right now at the thought of everyone looking at her body (especially Daryl), how was she supposed to remember her coffee order? Her panties were soaked. Daryl kept saying things to her that a part of her thought should have gotten her mad, but there was no reason to be upset, and he was so damn attractive she found herself willing to forgive him for basically anything.

“They’re calling you,” he said to her. “And don’t worry, it’s ok that you’re topless right now, nobody thinks it’s strange at all.”

Bunny took a deep breath, nodded and walked up to the counter, her fully exposed DD tits swaying pleasantly as she did so. She was really glad that she had ditched the halter after court. It was so hot in here she didn’t think she would’ve been able to stand it if she hadn’t gone topless. Not to mention that it got her so wet to show off her perfect knockers. She glanced at the menu as she idly played with one of her nipples, then ordered a matcha latte, no sugar, with oat milk.

“Don’t forget, you want to get that new protein supplement they’ve started doing, too,” Daryl put in from behind her. “You know, the jizz?”

Bunny turned to look at him with a creased brow. “What do you mean?”

“It’s right there on the menu.” He pointed, and she turned back to the board behind the counter and saw that, yes, the shop was offering to add shots of sperm to any drink for 75 cents each. And now that he mentioned it, she did want to get that. She could use an energy boost, after all.

“I’ll get two of the sperm shots,” she told the barista. The girl nodded and turned away to tell her fellow employees the order.

She moved over an open area nearby, where several customers who had already ordered were waiting for their coffee. One nodded politely, but most ignored her. They did not appear to care that she was only wearing a very short skirt that barely covered her ass. A large part of Bunny wished more of them would stare at her exposed tits.

It was only a moment before Daryl finished his own order and walked over to her. Without any preamble, he stuck one hand under her skirt. “Good thing you’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered into her ear. Two fingers slipped into her slick twat, unencumbered by any panties. Bunny gasped. Her own juices were pouring down the inside of one of her thighs.

“D-Daryl,” she breathed, as his hand that wasn’t in her pussy roughly groped one of her breasts. “I want you so badly, I really don’t know what’s come over me. Do you maybe want to… see if the restroom’s available?”

Wearing a predatory grin, he shook his head. “Come now, my little Bunny Rabbit, we both know you’re nothing but a massive slut.”

She felt like she was about to come on his fingers in the middle of the coffee shop as she realized it. Yes, of course, she was just a massive slut. How else would she have ended up getting fingered in public while barely wearing anything, offering to fuck a guy she just met in a cafe restroom? Sure, she tried to put up a respectable front as a lawyer, but she was really just a massive slut.

“And since you’re a real slut, you’ll be very happy to just suck my cock right here,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of her dripping snatch. Bunny whimpered. “None of these people here will mind.”

Before she could even fully register what was happening, Bunny sank to her knees in front of him. She looked up at this stranger in front of her, eyes pleading. “Please,” she begged him. “Please, I’d really like to suck your cock right here. Please, sir, it would make me so happy.”

He didn’t say anything to her, he just unbuckled his belt and his cock out of his Armani pants. Bunny took it in for a moment. God, he was so fucking attractive. She felt a puddle starting to form underneath her as her pussy started to drip on the floor. She was going to suck his dick right here in the middle of a crowd of people. That was so goddamn hot, she could barely think straight.

She leaned forward, took the tip of his cock into her mouth, and began licking it tentatively. She grasped one hand around the shaft as she did. Suddenly she was realizing, now that the cock was actually in her mouth, that even though she was a massive slut, she didn’t really know what she was doing. She had only done this a few times before, and her heart had never really been in it. Now that she was **** to impress this guy, she found herself intensely embarrassed by her lack of oral skills.

“What is this bullshit?” Daryl asked. Bunny blushed a deep red. “You call this giving head? I heard you’re a very experienced deepthroater.”

Bunny then relaxed her throat, as she had done many times before, and slid her mouth over Daryl’s cock until her nose touched his belly. She didn’t know what she had been thinking before, it was like temporary insanity or something. She was in her element. She was such a massive slut.

The crowd around them had mixed reactions to the spectacle. Some completely ignored them. Some watched intently, as this was clearly the most interesting thing happening in the coffee shop at the moment (this made Bunny’s needy pussy gush even more). One lady just rolled her eyes and turned away.

“That’s better, Bunny Rabbit,” Daryl told her, as she glugged away on his cock. “You said you’re a lawyer, but I’m not sure I believe you. I think you’re too much of a slut to be a very good lawyer.”

It was true, every day was a struggle for her. It was hard to think with her brain and her pussy simultaneously. She was constantly in trouble with her boss at the office, and she kept having to rely on her assistant Maria for basic legal issues. That was why she had been so happy to get the good result in Court today.

“In fact, I don’t think you really passed law school,” he continued. “You’re just a stupid slutty bimbo, aren’t you?” He paused, then tossed off as an afterthought, “Oh, and you’re blond, too.”

Bunny’s long hair, with its cheap platinum blond dye job, continued to bounce as she kept up her work on Daryl’s cock, in the same rhythm as her tits. He was right, of course. Being a lawyer had never been more than a dumb dream. She was just too ditzy to keep everything straight in her head, and all her slutty behavior had really gotten in the way of her study time. She had tried to improve her grades by offering to fuck her professors, but even though several of them accepted, it hadn’t been enough to keep her from flunking out. Many of them just used her and kept her grades the same anyway.

Oh shoot, Bunny suddenly thought in the midst of the blowjob. The whole reason she had come here was to get a coffee for her boss, Maria! She had completely spaced after she met Daryl and only ordered a coffee for herself. What had she been thinking? Maria didn’t even like matcha. She would have to go through the whole line again. Bunny was such a dumb bimbo.

She could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing against the inside of her throat. Drool dripped down her chin and onto her tits. Her snatch had leaked so profusely onto the floor that the shop was going to have to put out a “Wet Floor” sign. A moment later, Daryl pulled out of her mouth and began to paint her with his cum. He came on her face, her breasts, her hair. It was a very impressive load. Holy crap, that had been so much fun! Bunny was so happy that Daryl had let her make him come.

“Matcha latte for Bunny,” called the bored barista. Bunny stood up and walked back to the counter, Daryl’s cum still dripping on her face, hair, and tits. Without a second glance, the barista handed over Bunny’s cup and went back to work. Bunny took a swig of the coffee and smiled. She could really taste the jizz. It gave it a great salty kick.

She hardly noticed Daryl walking up to her as she took a second sip of her latte, until he said, “Oh, by the way, you remember all the changes I’ve made.”

Cora blinked, then spit out her sperm-infused coffee. Her eyes got wide. “What is…” Her voice sounded very small. “What is happening? What did you do?” She put a hand to her face, then pulled it away again when she realized it was covered in cum. Her voice got a lot louder. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” She hurriedly put down her cup and clapped both arms over her breasts, though she realized it was far too late for that.

He pulled out a gold chain necklace from under his pressed shirt, with a small red jewel hanging from it. “This is the Stone of Camac. It means ‘the life **** that animates all of reality’ in the Quechua language, though that’s not really an exact…”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!?”

“I was a huge nerd. Women did not pay attention to me, even though I thought I had a little bit of an Indiana Jones archaeologist thing going on. Turns out that doesn’t work if you don’t look like Harrison Ford.” Cora barely seemed to be listening. She was holding up a cum-caked lock of her long platinum hair in front of her face and staring at it. “But then I found this on a dig in Peru, and everything changed. Literally everything. It, well… it makes anything I say become reality. It’s always been reality. Technically, I think it might move us into an alternate reality where what I said has always been true. I’m still figuring all of it out.”

“I don’t care,” Cora said, managing a determined look even with her face covered in jizz. “You made yourself rich and powerful, but I’m going to sue you back into the Stone Age.”

“Actually, you’re not,” Daryl replied. “You forget, you were never a lawyer. And even if you could hire one, all these people here just saw you begging to suck my cock. It’d be hard to argue I made you do anything you didn’t want to.”

Her mouth hung open. She was forgetting to cover her breasts. “But… why?”

He shrugged. “Once I had everything I ever wanted, I figured I might as well do some good. That guy you just sent to prison today? He works at the liquor store on my block. You know, he’s a great guy. He didn’t do any of that, and you knew it. So, I thought I’d try and set things right.”

“Look, maybe there’s some kind of deal we can make…” she said, her voice ****, before he cut her off.

“No, we’re not going to do that. There’s nothing you can give me I don’t already have. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to walk out of this coffee shop. Ten seconds after that, you’re going to forget this conversation and forget that how things are now aren’t how they’ve always been. You’ll just be a dumb slutty little Bunny Rabbit, forever.” He reached out a finger and traced a circle around one her nipples, smearing a mixture of his cum and her spit as he did so. She made no move to stop him. “And let’s be honest, aren’t you going to be so much happier that way? Plus, my buddy gets his life back. Everybody wins.”

She stared at him, somehow not able to get her body to move.

“And I’ll even do you a favor,” he said. “I’m going to leave the thing about topless ladies being no big deal in place, so you don’t get arrested or anything. I think might be kinda fun for a bit. Hey you!” He yelled this last at the barista behind the counter, who looked at him placidly. “You also decided it was too hot today and didn’t wear a shirt or a bra.” The barista’s top disappeared in front of Cora’s eyes. One moment it was there, the next the girl’s B-cups were in full view. She could now see that one of the barista’s nipples was pierced. The girl shrugged, then went back to making coffee.

Daryl turned back to Cora, leered one last time at her incredible body that he had created, and said “OK, bye.” Then he turned and walked out of the cafe. He had never even picked up his coffee order.

Cora panicked. What was she going to do? What could she do? Honestly, sucking his cock had made her happier than she had been in months. No, wait, she didn’t have time to think about that. She needed to figure out some way to…

Bunny blinked. What was she doing again? She was such a bimbo sometimes. She idly scooped a handful of cum off one of her tits and then sucked it off her fingers, thinking hard. The salty taste jogged her memory. Oh yeah, she was supposed to get coffee for Maria.

So Bunny Spencer picked up her coffee from where Cora had left it and took another sip. She gave a satisfied sigh, and then she walked toward the back of the line.