Mocha and a side of unwanted attention

"What'll it be?" the peppy blonde barista behind the counter asked.

You didn't want to spend too much time thinking about an order. You could feel those hips of your shaking, even though they weren't really yours at all. Chloe might as well have been waving a sign above your head that said "look at me" while you spent time in the coffee shop.

"Small mocha, please," You said, with a bit of a nervous smile. Your body language didn't match your actual language, but the barista didn't say anything, if she noticed. Customers behind you definitely seemed to talk amongst themselves, as your face turned a little redder each moment.

Chloe handled all the payment, since she had full control of the arms, and brought you over to the bar to wait for your coffee. You looked left and right as you waited, seeing all sorts of glances coming your way. Chloe, for her part, never let your body stand still, almost like you were always dancing a subtle tease for everyone nearby.

Finally, the coffee gods delivered to end your embarrassment. Chloe picked up the coffee for you, and you thought you were going to saunter right out of the coffee shop to keep wandering the town.

Nope. Okay, fine, an empty table would be--

Chloe decided in something far more interesting. She sat you down at a table with a total stranger, a guy with glasses and a blue sweater, working on some sort of project on his laptop. You were being leaned forward towards him, the breasts in your tight blouse prominently in his eye line.

Amazingly, the guy didn't seem to notice your presence for a good long moment. He was so involved in this project of his that you thought you might be able to escape this without having to actually do anything. Just keep reading, buddy...

Again, you were disappointed, and your face reddened further as he looked up, adjusting his glasses. "Oh, uh... hey there, miss. Can I do something for you?"

Your mouth was open, but all that came out was a croak. You didn't know what to say! How do you explain to a total stranger that your body had taken you hostage and was acting sexy in public while you couldn't do a thing about it?

"I, uh... was just wondering if you knew when next train waaAAAA!" You yelped, and more than a few heads turned, as your hands came up to your breasts, squeezing them right in front of the man in front of you. His mouth was agape as you put on a little show for him--and really, for anyone else that wanted to glance over. Your hands pressed inward on the blouse, before grabbing the fabric and giving a little tug. Two of the buttons immediately popped on your blouse, and soon the fabric was hanging open, showing a bit of your bra as your shirt gave quite a window to the guy across the table.

"Aaa….aaaaa…." you couldn't really say anything after that, your mouth was locked open and your cheeks a fiery red. "I'm... sorry, I don't know what came over me. I think I need to go."

Chloe sat back in the chair, stretching your arms over the back, like she were putting your body on display.

"I said... I should go..."

"Yeah, I heard you," said the guy. "Seems like maybe you need someone go to with you, like you could use a friend. Where do you want to go?"