The tasty bite

The tasty bite has one customer at the table nearest the counter. He looks grim. Incongruously overdressed for the weather in a plaid shirt and oil stained denims, a large trucker with obligatory handlebar moustache sits with a coffee and the remains of a bun on a grease covered plate.

The waitress is pushing 60 and has her hair up in a sort of beehive. She is overweight and although you are still horny, she doesnt really appeal. Both of them stare open mouthed at you. The French knicker thing isn't really helping you blend in. You realise suddenly your cock is hanging out the right leg of them. Shit!

"'Da fuck?" the trucker splutters.

You better make with the wish #2 orders pronto! "You," you say to the trucker, "Sit there, don't move and don't say a word."

"What?" squeals the server, spilling coffee from a pot in her hand

"You honey, get me whatever is best for breakfast, quick as you can. And some black coffee."

"Sure", she squeaks, and hurries off behind the counter.

You drop into a chair at a different table from the trucker and try not to look at him. You had hoped for a sexy waitress here, but now you reckon your best bet to sort out your horniness is the hairdressers. You get well fed and decide that's the next place to hit.

"You can speak and move now," you say to the trucker as you get up to leave. "Pay the lady for my breakfast."

He shudders into motion again, looking terrified.

"And leave her a tip", you call over your shoulder as you leave the cafe.