A Bad Start to the Day

Mary arrived at work flustered. She rushed in, barely even taking stock of the room while she leaned over their system to clock in. As she stood up, she saw that a customer had been staring at her tits and realized that she had practically displayed them in all their glory to him.

He was an average looking but tall white man, seemingly in his late twenties or early thirties, with some stubble, a slight belly, and an unsettling leer. Mary grimaced slightly, but realized that a part of her earlier decision involved actually showing off her tits. As such, she didn't turn away like she usually would, but instead jutted out her chest and walked to the register. She approached Sam, the college dropout working the register, and said, "Hey, you can take your break now if you want. It's not too busy and I can handle this."

"Cool, sounds good," he replied as he finished helping a customer. After he was done he walked off, tipping his hat to Mary as he left. She rolled her eyes, but turned her attention to the register as the creepy customer approached.

He stared at her chest, and Mary could tell it wasn't just to read her name tag. She still couldn't figurre out why she was behaving so strangely, but as everything stood she could only wait patiently as the man finished staring at her smooth tits practically spilling out of her opened polo. Finally, he leaned back and said, "Ah, Mary, good morning."

"Good morning to you as well. What can we get for you today?"

He paused, then said, "I'll take two Grande Americanos, thanks."

"Of course sir, and what is your name?"

"It's Dylan, Mary. Nice to make your acquaintance."

She couldn't help but let disgust cross her face as she replied, "Yeah, nice to meet you."

She shifted slightly as he again looked at her tits. He looked behind him, noting that no one else was waiting, then met her gaze with his dark brown eyes and said, "So, I don't normally do this, but I'm getting the vibe that you might be at least a little into me. So, if you want to go on a date sometime, here's my number."

"Look, I-"

Dylan held up his hand as he wrote down his number and said, "You know, we could even head into the restroom whenever you have a moment. I think there's a mess in there, or that there might be one soon."

He smiles conspiratorially, seemingly joking, but Mary just looks at him in stunned silence. She finally says, "No, that won't be happening, and I don't need your number." She takes the paper he had written it on and tears it up. She then looks him in the eyes and bitingly says, "Now, your coffee will be ready shortly over there. Try not to misread the signs."

He nodded slightly and left, his head down. Mary watched him go with contempt. She wanted to go to the back, but she knew that she had to stay out in the main room to show off her tits with her cleavage. She adjusted her shirt to make her tits more obvious, causing them to spill out even more. As she did, she suddenly decided that she needed to touch people in sexually suggestive ways whenever she was talking to them.

As she made this decision, she stopped. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she would decide such a thing, but she knew that she would do it. A voice seemed to hover on the edge of her consciousness for a moment, but she couldn't quite hear it. When it was gone, she stopped worrying about it and returned to her tasks, cleaning the counter in such a way as to reveal most of her jiggling tits.