Not yet, Stace has another plan for her.

The vibrator cut off just in time. Brandi could swear that it would have taken less than one more second to finally take her over the edge. She groaned in frustration, then had the wherewithal to pretend she was moaning over the spilled drink.

"I'm so sorry sir," she said, "I'll make you another one right away."

As she was talking, David ran over with a wet towel and started dabbing at her coffee-stained chest.

"I got it, David." She snatched the towel away from him and started rubbing at her shirt. Of course she was still maddeningly horny from her near-miss of an orgasm, so her nipples were sticking out like erasers and it felt sooooo good to touch them.

The wet towel was doing nothing to help, though, so she tossed it in the sink behind her and restarted the costumer's mocha.

"I really am sorry," she said again.

He laughed, "it's really no problem. You're the one who got coffee all over you." He paused as though he was thinking something over. "But if you really feel _that _bad about it, how about you make it up to me by giving me your number."

This almost made her spill the drink again without Stace's help. "Uh, yeah, sure. Why not?"

So Brandi told the man her name and he entered her number into his phone. He told her his name was Gabriel.

When Brandi handed over the coffee their hands touched for a moment and Stace chose that very instant to turn the vibrator back on, which the result of forcing Brandi to bite her lip as her hand lingered on Gabriel's.

"You better believe I'm going to call this number," he said as he left with his drink.

Stace continued to torment her through the last half-hour of her shift, until both David and Matt left for the night leaving her to close down and lock up.

"So that was...fun." she said to her friend when they were finally alone.

"Oh, it's not over yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I have one dare I can give today, and after what we just went through together, I can't imagine using it on anyone else."