So Fresh, the juice bar

You decide to visit So Fresh next, since Mindy had already pointed it out to you the day before and you knew where it was. The town was small enough that most any destination within the city limits was under a five minute drive, and soon you find yourself parked in front of the juice bar.

The building iss one story tall, painted with a rainbow of bright blues, yellows, greens and pinks, with large windows covering most of the store front to let in plenty of natural light. There is a ten-foot length of yard between the building and the parking lot, and someone has taken great care to tend to the landscaping of it, making it a small green oasis on the street. You can tell that whoever has been tending to the small yard has put quite a bit of time into tending the flowers and plants that fill the area. Even walking the short path leading up to the front door fills your nostrils with a potpourri of scents from the garden.

The tinkling of chimes sound above your head as you enter the juice bar, and you see that the inside of the bar is just as distinctive as the storefront. There are exotic tapestries lining the side walls, and a tiki bar vibe coming from the counter where the juices and smoothies are made. You guess that there was enough seating for about a dozen customers at the small tables lining the edges of the room.

You just started browsing the menu board on the back wall, noting some of the curious drink names, when a young woman steps out from the backroom.

She looks to be in her mid-twenties, with dark brown hair done up in a messy bun and a olive complexion. She is a few inches over five feet tall, and with her cute, smiling face and slim build, she brings images of pixies to your mind. The loose, thin top that she wears leaves her shoulders exposed, held up by a pair of spaghetti straps, but had puffy sleeves that come down to her elbows. On each wrist, she wears several bangles with turquoise and gold, and a pair of feather earrings bob beside her head as she approaches you.

"Hiiiiiii! Welcome to So Fresh," she says in a chipper voice, and what seems to be a genuine smile spreads wide across her face. "We've got the best juices, smoothies and salads in the universe! I'm Ginny! What can I squeeze for you today?" She leans slightly forward over the counter as she finishes her greeting and her loose top drapes down enough to give you a quick peak at her dusky-colored cleavage. She isn't as well endowed as some of the other women around town, but you imagine that her breasts would have fit your palms quite nicely.

"Hello, Ginny. That's quite the opener," you say as you lean up against the counter as well, giving her a confident smile. "Do you practice it a lot?"

"No!" Her wide smile dims a little as she stared at you. "Every customer gets their own greeting!"

You laugh, shaking your head. "If you say so."

Ginny's brow furrows and her smile fades more as she senses that you didn't believe her. "Well, your smoothie just got 2% less lovely, Mister. Keep talking."

"Well, you just got 2% more lovely with that frown. Very cute."

She can't help but let a smile creep back onto her lips at you compliment, and tilts her head to the side as she looks you up and down. "Oh? You think you can sweet talk your way back into my graces?"

You laugh again and shrug, "Well, I was hoping that it would work."

"I'll think about it," she says with a quick giggle. "Now what can I get for the new guy in town?"

"You know who I am," you ask curiously and lean in a little closer, over the counter.

"Sure I do. Peter, isn't it?" Ginny seem to be studying your face as she continues, "Word travels fast in a small town, especially when a certain redhead stops by my shop every morning for her daily smoothie. She tells me all sorts of things..." Her voice trails off as her brown eyes dart down your torso, though your lower half is hidden behind the counter.

"Oh, did she? Mindy does have quite the mouth," you say with a sly smile as your mind conjures up images of your farmhand giving you your wake up blowjob. "But I don't know how much of what she's told you is 100% true."

Ginny's grin grows as well, and she give her lip a nibble before she nods. "Maybe so. Maybe I'll have to come visit your farm and see for myself just how truthful she's been." Her slender hand ran along the counter toward the salad bar and she traced her fingers along a thick cucumber in the display. "She says that you got a blue ribbon worthy--"

Before she could finish her thought, the chimes over the front door sound again as a woman enters with two children in tow. The woman gives a friendly wave to you and Ginny as she asks, "Hey Ginny! Could we get our usual?"

"Sure thing," Ginny says as she returns the wave and then leans towards you again, to whisper with a smile, "We'll have to finish this conversation later, Peter. You can drop off my delivery at the back door." Her eyes dart up and down your body again before she adds, "Next time you drop by, I'll have to see if those rumors are true."

"I'll do my best to live up to the hype. I'll catch you later, Ginny." You let your gaze linger on the cute juice bartender's face before giving the counter a soft tap and then turn back toward the front door to return to your truck.

As you climb back into the cab and drive your truck around to the back of the juice bar, you realize that you've had a perpetual hard-on for most of the morning. "Is this what life in Melonpatch is like all the time?"

After unloading Ginny's produce by her backdoor, you check your delivery list to figure out what your next stop is.