Sarah - The cute redhead barista who serves your morning coffee

You quickly step into the coffee shop, your heart racing with anticipation. Sarah looks up from wiping the counter, her bright blue eyes meeting yours with a questioning expression.

“Usual latte?” she asks, her voice as cheerful as always.

You nod, reaching out to hand her your reusable cup. As your fingers brush against hers, you focus your energy. Instantly, Sarah's body jerks, a surprised giggle escaping her lips.

“Did you just...?” she starts to ask, but another wave of tickling overtakes her.

You don't answer, instead moving behind the counter on the pretext of helping her with the milk steamer. The other customers seem oblivious to your unusual behavior, continuing their conversations as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

Sarah's laughter grows louder as you trail your fingers up her arm, across her collarbone, and down to the small of her back. Her body arches involuntarily, pressing her against you.

“Let's see how far this power goes,” you whisper in her ear, your hands already working to unbutton her apron.

The customers continue sipping their drinks, not even glancing over as you push Sarah down onto the counter, her red hair fanning out across the stainless steel surface. Her giggles turn to gasps as you explore every inch of her body, finding all her most sensitive spots and exploiting them mercilessly.

“Everyone's watching,” Sarah whimpers between laughs, but there's no fear in her voice - only excitement.

You pause your ministrations just long enough for her to look around. Sure enough, the coffee shop patrons have stopped pretending not to notice. Several are openly filming with their phones, while others simply watch with hungry expressions.

"This is... this is insane," Sarah manages to say before dissolving into another fit of giggles as you resume your tickling ****.

As the scene escalates, you begin to wonder just how far your power extends. Will Sarah let you do anything?

Your hands roam freely over Sarah's body, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping beneath her bra. She writhes against the counter, caught between pleasure and ticklish agony. The other customers gather around, not to help, but to watch and cheer you on.

“This is better than porn,” one man comments, holding his phone up for a close-up.

You ignore him, focused entirely on Sarah's reactions. Her skin is flushed, nipples hard from your teasing. When you pinch one lightly, she lets out a strangled moan that's half laugh, half arousal.

“God, keep going,” she gasps, spreading her legs slightly in invitation.

You accept eagerly, sliding a hand down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. The button comes undone easily, and you waste no time slipping your fingers beneath her panties.

Sarah's eyes fly open, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she arches her back, pushing herself into your touch.

“Y-you can't do this here,” she stammers, but there's no conviction in her words.

You find her clit with practiced ease, circling it slowly while your other hand continues to torment her ticklish spots. The combination of sensations drives Sarah wild, her hips bucking against your hand.

The coffee shop has devolved into a spectacle, with customers taking bets on how long Sarah can last and others offering suggestions for new ways to tickle her. Through it all, Sarah remains your willing victim, moaning and laughing in equal measure.

“You're going to make me come,” Sarah breathes, her voice husky with need.

That realization sends a surge of excitement through you. You've never been with someone so responsive before, someone who gives themselves over completely to your touch.

Emboldened, you intensify your efforts. Your fingers work tirelessly between her legs while your other hand pinches and teases every inch of exposed skin. Sarah's moans grow louder, competing with her laughter for dominance.

“I can't... I can't hold it,” she whimpers, her body trembling on the edge of release.

“Let it happen,” you encourage, pressing your lips to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

With a final, **** moan, Sarah surrenders to the dual sensations. Her body convulses, caught between orgasm and tickle-induced spasms. The sound she makes is somewhere between a scream and a laugh, drawing applause from the gathered crowd.

As Sarah collapses back against the counter, panting and disheveled, you realize that your power might be more than just a simple tickling ability. It seems to bypass inhibitions entirely, making your victims willing participants in their own humiliation.