Plan C

“Fuck that, I’m hungry now,” Sally said, looking like she was going to walk away.

“I can’t leave the counter,” Roxy said, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips again. Sally turned back to her and winked.

“Who said you had to? Just you back there today?”

“Uh yeah…oh shit, you don’t mean…”

“Fuck yeah, I do. I’m gonna lick that little snatch of yours while you serve customers, what do you think about that?” Roxy only shuddered in response. Sally looked for a door to get behind the counter and didn’t see one.

“You have to….” Roxy said, starting to point. Sally hopped up on the counter, facing the mall. She slowly brought one leg up, her knee to her shoulder and then kicked it straight out. She spun it over the top of the taco bar, flashing her smooth crotch to half of the mall, including all of the customers behind her that had recently been watching her exposed ass and pussy from behind. She straddled the counter for a second, purring at the cool touch of the stone against her pussy and she rocked against it, letting the cold marble caress her over-heated pussy. She slowly rose the other leg, giving Roxy the same show she just gave the mall. “You’re one sexy little cunt!” Roxy hissed as Sally slid down the counter top. She saw that Roxy was wearing leggings that matched her top.

“Mmmm, so are you, baby,” she said and lifted the apron up, revealing that the top and bottom were a single body suit and that Roxy didn’t have any panties on, her pussy visible up close through the material, but her ass and twat were hidden from the front and back by the work uniform apron. She also saw a stud through the hood of Roxy’s clit. “Now spread ‘em,” Sally said quietly and pushed her face between Roxy’s thighs. She yelped a little as Sally’s tongue started licking her pussy through the fabric, the stud in her clit receiving special attention.

“Welcome to the Stuffed Taco, what can I do for you today?” Roxy said as Sally started devouring Roxy’s snatch. Her voice cracked as she spoke.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” a man’s voice said. Sally couldn’t see the man’s face directly because of the apron, but she figured it was the middle aged guy sporting wood behind her when she climbed over the counter.

“Sorry, she’s having the special,” Roxy sighed. “Only one of those served per day.” Sally was getting tired of mawing down on a mouthful of lace so she felt around for something to fix the problem with. Finding nothing at hand, she looked up and saw two sets of eyes on her, and the tongs used for the soft shell tacos.

“Damn, just my luck,” the man said, looking down and winking. Sally winked back at him and pulled Roxy’s body suit away from her pussy, giving her just enough room to hack through it with the tongs.

“Jesus, what the fuuuuucccckkkkk…” Roxy started to say but was cut off in mid moan. The fabric had been chopped away, Sally’s tongue was on her pierced clit, drinking the juices flowing from Roxy’s pussy, and the tongs were pushed half-way up into Roxy’s box.

“Cum for me, you cunt!” Sally hissed quietly, her hand pumping the serving tongs out of Roxy’s twat faster and faster. “I said I was thirsty!” Sally’s hand went even faster still and Roxy struggled to keep her balance, her voice coming to her in short mewing gasps.

“Hi!” she said, sounding surprised. “What can I….oh fuck!” she said, trying in vain to control herself as her snatch was eaten in front of a customer.

“What the hell is going on back there?” demanded a stern sounding female voice. Sally sped up her ministrations and she was rewarded with five strong surges of Roxy’s honey, the juice running down her chin onto her cleavage and dripping from her hand as the tongs went in her snatch faster and faster.

“Lost a bet,” Roxy managed to squeeze out before a string of profanity left her lips as another orgasm hit her like a train. “Complete….stranger…..oh fuck!” Roxy squealed.

“You’re going to lose your job, you sick little tart!” the voice exclaimed.

Roxy came again, but not before saying, “Not my fault….you’re jealous……frigid bitch….”