Caffè macchiato

''Coffee please, cream and sugar'' Answers Diana politely in a lady like manner.

''Right away madam'' The waiter says as he leaves.

Diana continues observing the room as the men continue their chit chat, nothing too important though, nothing she wants to hear. Just their recent accomplishments and triumphs.

Only a few minutes passed and the waiter finally returned with her coffee, black with sugar but no cream. He takes the cup and puts it in front of her.

''I asked for cream too'' Diana says displeased.

''Terribly sorry madame but we are out of cream'' Waiter replies in a raspy weak voice.

''Out of cream? Nonsense, Garv!'' Penguin shouts, calling out to someone.

''Really it's no trouble'' Diana replies back trying to get his attention.

The penguin just looks the way he shouted, waiting for the person to appear and they would be wise to hurry up as Penguin looks like he is losing patience by the second.

The waiter leaves as swiftly as the wind, he knows the wrath of Penguin and his temper. It ain't pretty.

Soon two men stand before them, both of them getting a punch in the face. Two grunts, most probably paid for their brawn not their brain. They apologize to him but he doesn't care. They are not important to him, just the means to an end.

''This lady here wants some cream and you better go fetch it or I'll have your bloody heads for a trophy'' He says angered.

They do not wait, immediately taking the cup and hurrying to the kitchen. Diana looks worried, she doesn't trust two buffoons with brain damage to handle her coffee but she says nothing of it, just waiting for them to return.

Sometime later they have finally returned with the cup as they put it in front of her, you can see strings of white substance on the side. The coffee itself is unrecognizable as the very same thick, gooey, creamy substance lies on top of it.

She looks at one of the grunts, his zipper still wide open, she expected something like this. She knew what kind of cream Penguin meant, the perverted old fool.

It is too late now to say anything, Penguin would not accept no for an answer.

She takes the cup stirring it, she licks the sides of the cup. It's like nothing she tasted before. It disgusts her yet she is very curious about it. A sip from the cup, a big chunk of cum enters her mouth but she swallows it much to Penguins delight

The cup filled well with it, it seems there is more cum then there is coffee but she continues drinking, it slides down her throat and she has trouble swallowing some but she is managing.

A chill rises up her spine as the grip around her waist tightens, the Penguin's hand right between her thighs.

So much time wasted and still no leads, she begins to get frustrated. She'd rather transform and beat the answers out of them but she knows that's not gonna happen.

''Well seems our girl has finished her cup, good girl, bet she wants more'' He says laughing.

''No that's ok, I had my fill for today'' Diana answers.

''Nonsense'' Penguin replies in a dominant way.