The Customers Leave Us Alone

The customers left straight away. One woman considered buying a book, but ultimately set it back on one of the tables and walked out. I followed after her. Dante got up behind me. I flipped the sign to ‘Closed’ and, when I turned around, I almost ran into him.

“You’re an asshole,” I said.

“You started it,” he retorted.

“No, the fuck I didn’t,” I tried to push past him but he stopped me.

“Your face is red: are you feeling okay?” He grinned, relishing in this new form of ****.

“I can handle it myself.”

“Can you? It doesn’t seem like you can.”

I ground my teeth and managed to skirt around him, but, as I passed, he spanked my ass. My knees almost buckled.

“Hey!” I shouted. “No touching!”

“I get it, alright. Tensions are running high. Let’s say we suspend the rules for a minute.”

“You’re not going to fuck me,” I said, mostly to convince myself.

He smiled again. “I never said anything about fucking but good to know that’s on your mind. We’re both worked up, right? Let’s use each other to relieve some stress.”

“No, this has gone too far. I don’t want to touch you.”

“I get that. You hate me, but are you sure you don’t want to get touched?”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t find any words. My pussy was a mess, and I wouldn’t be able to make myself cum until I turned back into a guy. That was four hours away.

I looked at the floor, “What are you suggesting?”

“Simple: you give me a blowjob, and I’ll finger you to the best orgasm of your life.”

I believed him. It tore me apart to admit it, but I’d seen the video with Ashley. He drove my female body crazy. If anyone could make me cum, he could.

And a blowjob would take, what? Five minutes? Ten? I could endure that if it meant getting relief.