A topless view and a handjob

"I'm sorry sir, I don't quite understand. Can you explain what you mean?" Vanessa asked, feeling a bit uneasy about the situation.

The man chuckled and leaned back in his seat, his eyes fixed on her. "Oh, come on, don't play dumb. Come on, have a seat", the man beckoned, gesturing at the vacant seat at the opposite side of his small table. Vanessa sheepishly obeyed and sat on the chair, his back towards the café.

As Vanessa sat down, she felt a knot of apprehension in her stomach. The man leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he stared at her intently. "Looking good", the man said, taking his time to scan Vanessa's curves through her uniform. "Now let those puppies free."

Vanessa felt a wave of confusion and discomfort wash over her. This was not part of her job description, but her participation in the Free Use Initiave left her **** but to obey. She glanced around nervously, hoping someone would come to her rescue, but the café was busy, and no one seemed to notice their conversation. Vanessa sighed and undid the knot behind her head, letting the top of the apron fall down. She pulled on the hem of her shirt, lifting her breasts until they fell free and thudded onto the tabletop. The pile of dirty dishes clinked as the table shook from the impact. The man looked at her exposed chest with a smirk, clearly pleased with his decision. "Now that's more like it." He reached out and ran his fingers across the top of her chest, letting his fingertips graze her sensitive nipples. Vanessa gasped, trying not to show how much it hurt.

The man pulled back his hand, only to reach from under the table and grab Vanessa's wrist. He moved Vanessa's hand onto his crotch. Vanessa could feel a bulge in the man's pants. "Come on, take it out. Slowly. Don't let anyone notice." The man's voice was a low whisper, but Vanessa could feel his gaze burning into her back as she slowly unzipped his pants. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing manhood.

With a shaky hand, Vanessa began to stroke his erect member. It was her first time touching a man in such an intimate way, and she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. The man closed his eyes, letting out a soft moan as Vanessa's fingers moved up and down. As Vanessa stroked his member, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was not part of her job description, and she knew she should stop. But the Free Use Initiative had left her with ****. She could feel the man's muscles tensing as he neared climax. Vanessa tried to prepare herself for what was about to happen. She could feel his hot seed shooting over her fist as he ejaculated under the table. The man let out a long breath and opened his eyes, looking at Vanessa with satisfaction. "That's a good girl", he said, patting her head.

He picked up his phone and said "I'm going to give you a rating of 4, that's 5 for your looks and 3 for your skills. Now get back to work, looks like you've got some mess to clean", the man grinned contently. Vanessa nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment and fear. She quickly wiped the man's semen off her hands onto her apron, got dressed and began to clean up the mess on (and under) the table, trying to ignore the lingering smell of his ejaculate.