Time for work

Your alarm went off what seemed like only 5 mins after you finally fell asleep and you groggly got yourself ready for work. You hopped on your bike and rode the 10 mins to the coffee shop that you work at, arriving 10 mins late.

Amy looked up from behind the bar as she finished off making some steamed coffee drink for a customer. "Look who finally showed up!" Jessica called as she placed the drink on the bar. "And here I was thinking I could have an entire shift without your snarky comments."

You walk around the bar, tossing your helmet into the corner and grabbing your barista apron. "It's you that has the snarky attitude. If I wasn't here to keep you in check, the customers would revolt."

"In case you haven't noticed, the costumers love my snarky attitude. Besides, you definitely couldn't keep me in check, if you tried your hardest. I'm too much for you to handle..." Amy winks at you, once again turning everything sexual. She was a 4'10 sparkplug of a girl, redish brown hair and hazel eyes. Her loud voice, quick wit and laughter more than made up for the her tiny stature.

Just then, one of the regulars and one of Amy's favorites walks in the door. You instictively begin steaming the milk for her signature flavoured latte.

"Good morning Miranda!" Amy calls to her. "The usual I assume?"

"Of course, ring me up." Miranda says as she digs through her expensive purse for her wallet. "And what about you? Getting up to the usual trouble, Amy?"

"Miranda! I am appaulled you would suggest such a thing!" Amy feigns indignity. "But your absolutely right." A bright, mischevious smile spreads across Amy's face. "I was on a date last night, everything was going well. He was this hot football boy from tinder. We were just about to finish our date back at my place when I asked if he was cut. He gave me some bullshit manly excuse that it reduces testosterone and not being cut makes him a better athlete. So sexy muscles or not, I had to kick that boy out. There's no way I'm getting hot and heavy with any boy who hasn't been cut. In fact, that's the only reason I haven't been all over our friend Ryan over here." Amy looks at you and smirks. Your used to this kind of teasing and joke flirting from Amy. It's just the way she is.

"Not for long though, right Ryan? Wasn't yesterday your birthday?" Miranda says in her sultry tone that comes with age. Miranda was a gorgeous woman, one of those powerful corporate women who ruled the boardroom. Her makeup was always flawless, lightly rosy cheeks and bright red lipstick. Her suit jacket covered a light blouse that was low enough to tempt glances at her cleavage. Her tight, pinstripe suit pants hugged her toned body, obviously earned with her daily workout and yoga routine.

You hand Miranda's drink to her as you reply. "Yes, I'm 19 now and I have my procedure scheduled for next week."

Miranda reachs out, her hand sliding along yours as she takes her cup. "Such a shame, there are many ladies who prefer a man with all his... flavor." Miranda's eyes seem to burn into yours as she licks her lips. "Then again, I guess girls your age prefer not to have the risk, like Amy."

Amy walks over to you and Miranda. "That's right, and I dont notice any difference in flavor. Once Ryan is cut, I'm sure he'll have all the girls on their knees..." Amy swats down, sitting on her heels in front of you looking up. "...begging for that flavor." Amy sticks out her touch and crosses her eyes in an ahego face. You look down at her, shocked but also picturing painting her pretty face. In a flash, she falls backwards, giggling and pointing at you. "You should see your face!"

Miranda can't help but giggle in a womanly way as well. "I didn't realise you could go quite so red, Mister." You try to regain your composure while the two ladies laugh. "In any case," Miranda collects herself, "I have need of you this evening if your free? I'm organizing a charity event and one of my volunteers backed out last night. I could really use a strong man like you." Miranda pulls out a business card and writes on the back. "Here's my personal number. I'll collect you at 7 and drop you off when the event is over. Let me know if you can help, the sooner the better. I'll make it worth your while." Miranda winks at you. "And Amy, don't be so mean to the poor boy. He's not as crude as you are."

"How else will he learn?" Amy responds as Miranda walks out the door. "Seems like Miranda might want to teach you a thing or two herself..." Amy smiles at you, looking you up and down. "I guess she likes more than her lattes hot and steamy."

"Can you say anything without making it dirty?" You ask incredulously. "Besides, she's a grown woman who probably gets chased by better men than me all the time. She's just a flirt like you."

"I am no flirt!" Amy gives a look of shocked outrage. "I mean exactly what I say..." Her eyes suddenly locked onto yours. "If you follow through and get cut, I'll make sure you get a "work bonus"." Amy squeeses her arms together, pushing her tits up and giving you a good look. "I believe in rewarding good behaviour."

You break eye contact to look down at the cleavage Amy is presenting to you. She bounces just a little to make her tits shake as she giggles, watching you. "You really do know how to make a point." You say slowly, before breaking your eyes away to look back up to Amy's cute face.

Amy steps right up to you, pressing her body against yours, looking up at you with sultry eyes. "I have only just started..." She purrs. You feel her hand gently slide up your thigh and cup your hardening cock.

Just then, the door to the cafe opens and a customer walks in. Amy steps back, although her hand is the last thing she takes off you. It is difficult to focus for the rest of your shift. Amy enjoys taunting you with looks, pressing against you any time she walks past. Purposely kneeling infront of you and looking up, or bending over counters, presenting her ass while she looks over her shoulder at you.

When your shift is finally over, Amy blows you a kiss and winks. "See you later handsome. I can't wait for next week..." She bites her bottom lip as you walk out the coffee shop door. You need to get your head straight, you have a loving girlfriend. Even if you had always dreamed of spending a night with Amy. Just to see if she lived up to all the boasting about sexual encounters she was always oversharing.