The Coffee Shop

Paul arrived at the coffee shop and looked for his friend Mikey. They had been friends since sixth grade and after high school Mikey moved across the country to go to MIT while Paul went to Stanford. They were to meet at the coffee shop in Santa Barbara, their home town.

Paul ordered a mocha latte and waited at a small table.

Mikey walked in, a big grin on his face. Without ordering, he sat across from Paul. "What up?

"Not much. Back home for the summer. How was your trip?"

"Excellent. I had the flight attendant give me a handjob."

"Get out."

"It's true. Since we last met, I've developed a very unusual power."

"Power? You playing Dungeons and Dragons too much? What kind of power?"

"Mind control. Telepathic hypnosis."

"Sure. Prove it."

"OK, give me a test."

"See that barista?" Paul jutted his chin towards a barista

"Yeah."

"Have her...stick a finger up her nose."

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Too easy, but OK." He concentrated on the barista.

She put a finger up her nose for a moment then took it out and went back to her work as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"What the fuck? Is this a trick."

"What if I had her orgasm."

"You could do that?"

"Watch."

The barista sat the coffee and saucer on the counter for a customer, and as soon as the customer walked off, the barista gasped, and her body shuddered. She looked shocked and confused.

"Ho-ly fuck," said Paul.

"Want more fun? How about her?" Mikey motioned to a woman reading a newspaper.

"They still make newspapers?" asked Paul. "OK, have her take her hair out of that ponytail."

"I just made a girl orgasm, and that's your next test?"

The woman took her hair out of her ponytail as if it were the thing to do.

"Paul, I'm going to give you a nice present." Mikey concentrated on the woman reading the paper.