Morning Coffee

Lindsey was on her way to work, about to pull into Cool Beans! for her morning coffee when her phone dinged. The display on her car indicated it was Hubert. She gripped the wheel, her knuckles turning white as she hit the button for the text to be read aloud.

“Change of plans. Your new morning coffee spot is now Brew-bies. Here’s the address,” the robotic voice of the car’s text to speech function read aloud.

“Reply,” she commanded the car, “Fine.” She tapped the display at a red light, directing her gps to the new cafe. “Where is that?” she zoomed out, it was a dozen blocks past the office. It was out of the way but luckily not too far, she should still be able to make it there and not be late. The car behind her honked as the light turned green.

She followed the directions passing the parking lot at her work. A couple streets over, the neighborhood became seedier. Despite only being a few blocks away, she’d never had any reason to go this direction.

There were homeless people scattered along the sidewalks. Several of the buildings had their windows boarded up. It was hard for her to believe this could all be just around the corner from her work and all the upscale places she visits in the other direction.

She passed an adult video store, a strip club, and a massage parlor with a very suggestive sign. The gps guided her through the rough neighborhood until she pulled up to the best looking building in the neighborhood. The facade was mostly in tact and no signs of graffiti. The sign above the door was a vibrant cutout of a topless blonde holding a pair of coffee mugs to cover her ample bosom. The name Brew-bies split across the mugs.

She paused wondering what Hubert was getting her into. But when she saw the time, she knew she couldn’t dally too long if she wanted to clock in on time. She locked her car doors thrice over, wanting to be sure she didn’t leave the vehicle **** in this area.

The bell tinkled over head as she entered the building. “Welcome to Brew-bies!” a sultry voice called out from behind the counter, “Oh, you’re new. What can we do for you?” She bit her lip, toying with the ring through it. Another piercing through the bridge of her nose, and her eyeliner flicking up in a perfect cat eye.

Lindsey watched the barista glance over her body. She returned the gesture, the black haired barista was wearing a tiny bikini behind the counter. Her nametag read Rylee, clipped to the strap of her bikini.

“I’ll take a iced caramel oatmilk latte.”

Rylee tapped on her screen, “Name, or should I just put Hot Redhead?”

Lindsey gulped, “I, um Lindsey.”

“Cute,” Rylee typed, “Now I know what to scream when I touch myself tonight.”

Lindsey choked on her spit, she decided against responding by fishing a five out of her purse and putting it in the tip jar. Only realizing the taped sign had tips crossed out and was instead tits was scrawled on the card.

Rylee laughed at the confusion that swept across Lindsey’s face. “All our tips are going towards buying Riley her tits,” she pointed down the counter at the blonde barista who was flirting with a nerdy looking man as she passed his coffee to him. Her chest was flat, with a nametag reading Riley pinned to her bikini. “Riley, you’re this much closer to filling out the uniform!”

Riley, the nerdy man, and everyone else in the cafe looked their way. “Aw! Thanks cutie! I’ll be sure to put extra love in your drink,” she said with a wink. The bell above the door tinkled, and Rylee turned her attention to the next customer while Riley started on Lindsey’s order.

Lindsey looked around the room. Most of the customer’s were at least trying to hide their glances at her. The pair of old men at the corner table, had their newspapers folded closed while they openly stared at her body. Lindsey fought the urge to squirm, remembering that she stood there in a short skirt and no panties.

The nerdy man still stood by the counter watching as Riley bounced around, reaching for stuff on high shelves or bending for low shelves. Lindsey noticed that nothing was placed at a normal height, everything seemed to require the barista to bend or reach high. He tried to be discreet as he stroked his crotch over his pants, sipping at his drink.

A frat boy wearing a BSU tank top with Big Boy in a toga on the front. Eta Iota Mu tattooed on his arm. Lindsey double checked her skirt was in place as he very obviously took her picture.

The man who just walked in was busy giving Rylee his order. He was dressed up in a suit, briefcase held to his side. Lindsey spotted the lanyard around his neck. She recognized the logo, he must work in the same office building as her. She tried to recall the directory in the lobby, if she remembered correctly he must work two floors down from her.

*Dwing* Lindsey fought the urge to groan as she checked it. [Blow one of them. Dealer’s choice.]

Lindsey looked over the customers, dreading having to follow Hubert’s newest order. She sent back a simple response to appease Hubert’s demand for her to always respond. “Hottie with a body!” Riley’s singsong voice called out from behind the counter. The other customers stared and chuckled as Lindsey made her way over to Riley.

She smiled as Lindsey reached out for the coffee, pulling it away at the last moment. “Almost forgot!” Riley giggled. She kissed the side of the cup next to where Lindsey’s name was written, leaving a perfect lipstick impression of Riley’s lips. “There extra love!”

“Thanks,” Lindsey smiled taking her drink, before returning to the newest task Hubert had set before her.