Service with a smile

As you enter, you see that customer service is a bit different in this world.

Charlie said that there might be unpredictable consequences of your wish, which you had already seen in the change in your wardrobe. But you never would have predicted the scene presented before you at a simple coffee shop.

For a start, you are immediately met by someone who appears to be acting as a hostess. You're not immediately sure, however, because her uniform isn't what you would expect: a typical sort of chocolate-brown customer-service visor cap with the Kava logo, with blond hair tied in a bob behind it; matching brown stiletto boots; and a thong bikini made of the thinnest of material. The bikini fabric appears to be intended to be the same brown colour, but it is so thin that you can see the hostess' nipples and aereolae quite clearly, despite covering most of her C-cup breasts. You can also see the hostess' shaven pussy lips quite clearly, but this is mostly due to the fact that the thong has become wedged between them.

The hostess' nipples are very stiff as she approaches you. Her face is full of bright intensity.

"Welcome-to-Kava-would-you-like-to-sit-in-or-take-away?" she rattles off. She talks with a speed that suggests that she's wired out of her mind. She bounces on the balls of her feet while you figure out what she's said.

Liz is on top of things. "To sit in, please," she says with a little impatience.

"Okay-just-a-minute" your hostess erupts pleasantly, looking around the shop like an alarmed squirrel.

You take a moment to observe the goings on in the shop. There is a coffee counter, but no customers are lined up there. Off to one side appear to be customers waiting for their coffee. These are being attended by a host, who is shirtless, muscular-looking, and wearing a short brown kilt that does nothing to hide his large erection. There is also a second hostess, wearing a similar bikini to the one who is attending you, but which has number of white streaks across it. There are two female patrons lovingly caressing the chest of the male host, who is smiling like a news anchor and chatting with them, while the hostess accompanying him is pushing her butt into the crotch of one customer while flirting with another. The host and hostess both appear to be twitching slightly.

Just then, the hostess who greeted you bumps gently backwards into you, and also pushes her butt against you. "Ooop, sorry!" she says, without moving. "It-will-be-just-a-minute," she says, wiggling her ass against your groin, "my-colleague-is-just-clearing-a-table-would-you-like-to-play-with-me?"

"Uh," you say as you realise what she's saying, putting together what you've seen and heard in the last twelve seconds.

Liz looks to you and seems to make a decision, reaching for your hostess' breasts. "Sure thing honey," she says breathily.

Your hostess looks to Liz with sudden surprise, but relaxes suddenly before continuing to grind against you. "Oh fucking finally," she says. "Thank god."

"Here, John, take a breast while I get her off," Liz says. She looks up to the customer. "I'm Liz, by the way,"

"I'm Helena," says your hostess. "I'm-not-supposed-to-tell-you, please-don't-tell."

You reach up and grab one of Helena's tits, lifting it in your hand, while Liz appears to put her hand between Helena's legs. You feel Helena begin to thrust forward towards Liz involuntarily. "Oh frig," says Helena, as Liz plays with Helena's pussy lips.

"How much coffee do they have you on?" Liz asks.

"A-cup, an-hour," Liz gasps between thrusts, "with-supp, le-ments." She gasps suddenly as you brush her nipple, apparently in time with something Liz is doing. "Oh god," she says, nearly shouting.

"Grab her mouth," Liz tells you. You don't have to ask why. You put your hand over Helena's mouth, and after a moment the muffled sound of her scream behind her hand is just audible to the customers waiting for their coffee. She moans loudly into your hand a couple more times before she regains composure.

Helena relaxes, and you remove your hand from her mouth and her breast, sensing that she might want some space. Helena turns enough to look over her shoulder at you, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks. Sorry," she says, indicating the general situation. She turns to Liz. "Listen, um, are you --- ?"

Liz smiles sadly. "No, actually. I just like to help a sister out." She thrusts her pelvis forward slightly. Helen takes it as an invitation to put her hand under it. "But listen, if you want to hang out, I'm going to Maude's tonight at eight with some friends. Wanna come?" she says with a playful wink-wink-nudge-nudge tone at the end.

"That sounds great. Maude's?" Helena confirmed, naming the bar in the city centre."Yep," said Liz with a friendly smile.

"Great," said Helena. She perks up a little from a call across the cafe. "Oh, there's-a-table-free guys, just-follow-me!" she continues, starting to regain her manic speech pattern.

You follow Helena, who brings you to a free table.