He serves

James shook with fear for a moment, before quickly popping up behind the counter, keeping as close to it as possible to try and hide the fact that he was naked from the waist down.

The woman at the counter gasped for a moment, as he popped up so suddenly, before glaring at him. "There you are!" she moaned, "what took you so long? And don't go popping up like that in front of customers, you could give someone a heart attack."

"I..." James stammered slowly, "I'm sorry... Um... How can I help you?"

The woman rolled her eyes, looking at the menu. "I want the breakfast burger," she said, "but without the onion, and extra lettuce. My son will have a pair of hash browns. I want a cup of decaf coffee with oat milk and a glass of milk for Bradley."

"Right," James said carefully, slowly writing it down. "We'll get right on that."

The woman stood there staring at him, and James felt like a deer in the headlights. If he stepped back away from the counter then the woman would clearly see that he had nothing on under the counter.

"Well?" The woman pushed. "Come on, I haven't got all day you know."

"Right yes," James said slowly, taking a step to the side and almost standing on Amy's hand where she hid with her back against the counter. "Um, if you take a seat, someone will bring it over right away," he added.

The woman continued to stare at him, and James took another step to the side, trying to look like he was moving to do something, but inadvertently pushing his body against Amy. Worse, his still erect cock was now slapping against her cheek.

"Please, just take a seat..." James practically begged, unsure what to do.