Another Day at Work

You shiver and bring your arms in for a self-hug to warm yourself as a cold gust of wind blowns in from the briefly-opened door. The bell hanging loosely on the door handle jingles as the door closes again and a customer walks in. A black woman -- about 6'0", thick, and beautiful -- enters the café, her voluptuous breasts and curly hair slightly bouncing in rhythm with her confident gait. She wears a (clearly very expensive) women's business suit. You avert your eyes and make yourself busy, not wanting to seem like a perv.

"Hi, sweetie!" a sing-songy voice says to you. You look up; it's her, and she's smiling at you.

"H-hi there," you stammer. You can't help but be nervous from her confident-yet-gentle eye contact. She also has a maternal aura, which comes from her having a beautiful face, full lips, large breasts, wide hips, and sweet voice.

"What, uh, can I get for you?" you ask. "Would you like anything to eat?"

She looks you up and down and then says, "Well, I sure would like a bite out of you, cutie pie! But if I can't get that, then I'll settle for a chocolate muffin and a medium latte," she replies.

You go red in the face as you become even more nervous. You never could handle attention or compliments very well.

"Uhh, umm, th-thank you, ma'am. One muffin and a medium latte," you respond. You glance up at her, and she's smiling warmly at you. You quickly break eye contact out of anxiety.

"A-and your name, ma'am?" you ask as you pick up a Sharpie to write on the cup.

"Kaylee," she says. "Kaylee Smith."

"Ok, Kaylee—err, ma'am, it'll be right out."

"And what's your name, sweetie?" Kaylee asks in her sweet, motherly voice.

"Oh!" Her question causes your brain to short-circuit a bit as customers don't typically ask you your name. "Uhh, Jimmy. My name's Jimmy."

"Well it was very nice to meet you, Jimmy." She leans over the counter and stuffs a $20 bill into your pants pocket. "That's for you, sweetheart."

"Oh, uh, th-thanks, ma'am," you stammer.

A few minutes later, you put Kaylee's order on the counter and call out her name, stuttering a bit as you do so. She's already there, taking the food and drink from you with a cheery, "Thank you, sweetheart!" And as she takes from takes the latte from you, her hand touches yours, and it lingers for a moment too long. Your social anxiety sends you into a brief moment of shock at the accidental affection, and you look up at her. She looks back with a confident smirk, and you go red in the face again from embarrassment.

"I'll see you later, Jimmy," Kaylee says in a sultry voice, and she winks at you. She turns around and walks out of the cafe, her hips swaying slightly from side to side, showing off her large, perfect ass and thicc thighs tightly wrapped in her black pants.