Unwanted pleasure.

You have no choice but to continue. Tarisa early sounded like she was threatening to tell people you were going commando. Is that worse than orgasming behind the counter at work? Maybe you can hold in the noise. Either way, you reach for a spinach pastry with a pair of tongs, and begin packaging it up. All the while, you continue to feel the warm, soft lips of Tarisa against your thighs move closer and closer. Finally, her lips reach yours.

The packaged pastry nearly falls out of your hand. With your other, you grasp your mouth and hide a moan of delight. Somehow, through the licking, you count out change and give the customer his order successfully.

"Oh, hey. I wanted something too," says the other boy.

You curse under your breath. There's nobody behind them right now. If you can get them their food, and Tarisa makes you climax, nobody will see. Struggling to speak, you ask him what he would like, but then he begins staring at the menu. Why didn't he do that earlier?!

Her tongue slips into your slit, and somehow manages to find your favourite spots. She licks your clit and begins to play, causing you to jump and whimper helplessly. Please pick something fast!

"Actually, I think I'm good."

"You dumbass," the other boy says, smacking his friend on the shoulder. "I bet you just wanted to talk to the cutie."

"Well, now that you mention it..."

This is not the time! You're almost there! Tarisa is an expert, and she starts eating you out with incredible passion. It's such a horrifying yet outstanding sensation, being eaten behind the counter in front of customers. It's thrilling, yet your racing heart threatens to stop in panic. These two boys need to move on before you cum right in front of them.

"Don't bug her. She's working."

The flirty boy rolls his eyes. "There's nobody behind us."

Finally, it happens. You can't hold it anymore. Beneath the counter, away from prying eyes, the head of Tarisa beneath your skirt brings you to orgasm. Her tongue is too much. From the customer's size, you must look crazy. Your face is red, you're panting, your entire body is squirming, and now you tense up. With your hands on the counter, your fingers curl up into knuckles, your knees buckle, and you let out quiet but incredibly long moan of pleasure. Your vision blurs and you fall to your elbows by the card reader.

You look down to see Tarisa. She licks her lips, still somehow appearing timid, and crawls away. You look up, alone, to see the boys with eyes so wide they could pop out.