The private booth

Alexia’s lips are sweet and inviting, and your tongue meets hers with a passion that surprises even you. Her hand squeezes your clit gently and you gasp into her mouth. She presses you back into the booth and straddles you, her own need becoming more apparent with each passing second. She breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear, “Now, let’s see how much you really like losing, shall we?”

Her free hand slips under your tank top and grabs a handful of your breast, fingers gently tweaking your nipple as he hand presses agsibst the crotch of your pants with urgency.

Your own hands grip and squeeze her as as you gently rock your hops agaist her hands, moaning gently with lust.

“Ahem, this cafe is called Jitters not Shaggers. Get a room you two. And keep it decent,” Tanya the Barista says, her head nodding towards the back office of the store.

Do all these places have a back room to screw in!? Looks like they do!

Alexia follows Tanya’s gaze and laughs, and pulls her hand from under your tank top leaving your nipples painfully erect and outlined by your tank top. You look down at the defined points of your nipples and down at the wet crotch of your hot pants as Alexisa removes her hand and smells her fingers, inhaling your perfume of sex. You blush furiously as she moves away, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Looks like we have our cue to move to a more... private location, don’t you think?”

You nod, panting and flustered with desire, eyes glazed doelike before her dazzling eyes, muzzily basking in her illuminating smile as she pulled you from the private booth.

Alexia places a crisp ten dollar note in the tip jar as she leads you back to your fate.

“You are about to get laid. Tip Tanya and she will put up the ‘back in 15’ sign. Tip extravegantly and she will shit the store for the rest of the day” a dismenodied voice suggests.

Your eyes widen. Should you really tip multiple times. What could possibly go wrong?!