Ignore it.

She saw. You worry, but move out to behind the counter. Currently, a boy you've never seen before is working the coffee machine. He must be new. To get your mind off what just happened in the break room, you greet him. His hair is nearly buzzed and a pale brown, and he looks at least a year younger than you.

"Oh... Hey," he responds.

You start to assemble yourself while he helps the first couple customers. Eventually, Tarisa makes her way out onto the floor but doesn't seem to stop staring at you, especially your legs. The reminder brings you a flushed face as you tug down on your skirt once more. She wouldn't tell anybody, would she?

You hope she doesn't and approach the counter as well, moving to start your work day.

Customer number one!

The first person who approaches you is a man who appears to be in his early thirties. His hair is short and black, but well kept--handsome even. He smiles and begins his order.

"I'll take one small cappuccino, please. That'll be all," he says as he pulls out a debit card. You nod and start to work the machine behind you, but you can't help but shake the feeling that not only Tarisa is ogling you, but now this man. Everybody in town can't possible know your secret.

You move back to accept his payment and he leans in to whisper something to you. With the noise of the machines and the talk of the new customers, nobody can hear him but yourself, thankfully.

"I saw you at the park yesterday," he says quietly. "When your skirt was lifted up. There was nothing under it. Is that true?"

Your eyes grow wide. You figured that somebody would have seen, given how public of a park is was, and how many people filled it. Perhaps he meant when the young boys started lifting your skirt after they found out your lack of panties.

You shake your head and turn a bright red, but he snickers.

"Sure... I believe you. I can see the way you keep pushing down your skirt. You have nothing under there right now, do you?"

Your hands start to tremble as you fill up his cup and slide it towards him, struggling to ask him to have a great day in hopes he moves on. He does, but not without a wink. How many other customers are going to have seen you?

Fortunately, the counter covers you up, so even if something knocks the skirt up, only your co-workers will see.

Customer number two!

Your skin turns pale when Oliver, one of the young boys from the previous day, walks up to the counter.

"Oh. Hello again, miss. I hope you remembered what we told you."

You look around to make sure nobody's paying attention, and nod to say you did.

"Hm. Call me paranoid, but I don't fully believe you. Hey, Tarisa," he says as his gaze shifts to girl behind you. She's making a panini sandwich at the moment. "Is she missing..." he gestures with his finger downwards as his eyebrows wiggle.

Tarisa timidly nods, her face still pink. They know each other?

"Good. I trust her. Well, I don't actually want anything today. I was just stopping by, and I knew you worked here. Have a fun day, miss. A very fun day." He grins and proceeds out of the store.

The new boy looks at you, confused. You ignore it however and ready yourself for the next customer. Suddenly you her your boss Mr. Thompson shouting from the back.

"Hey! We have a few hours until the lunch rush, David. Get back here and do some organizing and cleaning, will ya?"

The new boy sighs and begins his way into the back room, leaving you and Tarisa in an even more awkward silence. She constantly looks back towards you when she thinks you aren't paying attention, and you continue to pray she doesn't tattle.

Customer number three!

An elderly man approaches the counter and asks for a medium sized mocha, and you get to work. Once you get back to accept his payment, you look down at Tarisa kneeling near your legs and you ask what she's doing.

"I-I'm just getting more cups," she says shyly.

You sigh and continue your transaction. The man walks away, but you look down to see her staring straight up your legs. When you move back, her hand wraps around your ankle desperately, and at this time, a young blonde man approaches you.

Customer number four!

You smile and try to ignore Tarisa as you greet the customer. He greets you back, but that's when you feel the girl's hand slowly glide up your skin. You shiver as it passes your knee and up to your inner thighs. Hoping to not alert the man to what's happening, you glare down at her and mumble for her to stop whatever she's doing.

With a serious face, she slowly shakes her head. She mouths, "I'll tell," she continues to caress the side of your leg.

You gulp and ask what you can get the man today, trying your best to ignore the growing, teasing sensation.

"Well, I'd like a turkey and havarti panini, a small cappuccino, a small caesar salad, and a chocolate chip muffin, please."

You try to remember the lengthy order and get to work, leaving Tarisa to kneel idly where you need to be once you return. You gather the necessary foods and stand back beside her, and the immediately feel the hand return to your thighs.

Stuttering, you repeat his order as you hand it to him.

"Are you alright, miss?"

You quickly nod your head, and her hand slides higher and higher. Nobody in the café can see. Nobody can help. You just need to resist temptation. You tell him the price and he hands you a twenty dollar bill. As you pop open the register, you start the process of counting out his change.

You count it out, but suddenly, you feel a soft hand slide around the sides of your most sensitive spot. You gasp and drop half the coins onto the counter, and quickly begin to scavenge them back up with rosy cheeks. Your legs begin to shake as you continue counting, but it takes a humiliatingly long time to focus enough to do it with her hands to close to your bare pussy.

The man accepts his food and gives you a strange look before departing.

Customer five!

A middle-aged woman approaches and asks for a small espresso. The machine is directly beside you in this case, so you simply turn and start it up with a nervous smile.

Her fingers than graze the outside of your lips and you quietly gasp, clenching your teeth together afterwards. They stroke is softly and teasingly, but then slowly you feel them slide inside. One of your hands thrusts down to grab her hand beneath your skirt, but her other just travels up the back of your leg to caress your bare rear's left cheek.

What was Tarisa doing? Why is she tormenting you like this? What if Dave comes back out right now?