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Chapter 3 by gmbynight gmbynight

Cake or something else? or maybe a pulse

Just a sweet chocolate cake - No Pulse

You are so distracted about the implications of what has just happened that you loose track of time for a moment. Your mind is wondering while your eyes are glued to the ass of the waitress as she sways sensually to the counter and then back towards you with a tiny platter with cake on it. She hasn't always moved so sensually, hadn't she?

"Here you go." She smiles and winks at you as she puts the cake down on your table.

You try and refocus yourself. Just think about the food in front of you and not about everything else.

It doesn't last long. The waitress has moved to the two college guys that wouldn't shut up. You see her put a hand on her face and make a polite laugh as they whisper something to her. Then she looks around and starts walking towards the empty booth tables at the end of the coffee shop.

There were no booths before. You are quite sure of that. The two kids are quick behind her, they follow inside the booth and take a seat on the cushioned benches while the waitress starts climbing upon the table, no doubt giving the two customers a great view up her skirt.

Red in the face you cannot divert your eyes from the scene. She meets your gaze, smiles, then with one hand she pulls on a cord. A curtain that you are not sure was there before comes down blocking the view of the booth from outside curious eyes.

If they paid for it, then it makes sense for it to be private... no, why are you thinking this? this should not be normal...

Probably you need some fresh air. You should finish you cake and pay quickly...

Or stay more and get pulsed?

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