The cake was a mistake - Medusa Pulse

"Let me at least offer you the coffee" Frank says as you are approaching the counter.

"Thanks, man!" You say. As your old friend is putting some bills on the counter though he slowly comes to a halt. You wonder why he is not moving anymore, but as you try and move an arm to reach him you feel your body is not responding to you.

Your eyes wander around the room. The older woman is still there, just looking at the screen of her laptop with some drool on her lips. There is no sign of the two kids, they probably had left when you were catching up with Frank. You see a new customer, a tall redhead woman, currently frozen in place near the toppings table.

You feel warm and dizzy. A hot feeling is rising up from your toes and making you feel every slight sensation of your body like it's thousands time stronger. You realize you are getting hard, just standing there, frozen in place and completely ****.

You feel a gentle caress on your left cheek while an arm embraces you, moving slowly on your chest. With each slight movement electric waves are sent through your whole body, stinging your brain with pleasure you aren't sure you can handle.

The voice of the waitress, now a lot deeper and sultry, finds its way to your ear. "I hope the cake was to your liking... now for my payment..."

The hands on your body are moving down, and down again. You are melting as they reach your pants and undo them quickly. You still can't see her face, but at the moment it's all your sight can produce. There is no cafè, there is no Frank, there is no other thing. Only the face of the waitress, smiling at you while you order, focused trying to move trays with hot beverages between tables, smirking from the distance, wanting of you and your body. It's hers now, and you know it. You can't help but feel happy, like you found your purpose.

She has just moved herself around you and your cock, but you don't care. You had already felt all the physical pleasure you had to feel. Now you are just a tool, and as such your only directive is to cum when you are told to.

"So, I'm following you then?" You ask Frank the moment the two of you are out of the coffee shop. Frank smiles at you and points at his car...