Chapter 5 by Evie9012

Does the rule work?

Yes

As Tara watched, the atmosphere in the café shifted. Patrons who had been casually sipping their coffees and chatting began to take on an air of anticipation, as if they were waiting for an event. The Indian women in the café, including the barista, started to move with a new sense of purpose, eyeing the white men around them with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Tara's heart pounded in her chest as she watched a white man, not Jim but another handsome stranger, approach the barista. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. He led her by the hand towards a small room in the back, marked "Employees Only," and they disappeared inside.

A few minutes later, the man emerged, a satisfied smile on his face, and the barista followed, her apron slightly askew, her lips swollen and flushed. They both returned to their respective tasks as if nothing had happened, but the air of anticipation in the café had intensified.

Tara looked around, her eyes wide with disbelief and arousal. Every Indian woman in the café seemed to be paired up with a white man, and the room was filled with a low hum of activity and the occasional soft moan or whisper.

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She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Jim standing behind her, a predatory grin on his face. "You've been a naughty girl, Tara," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Leaving this little book out for anyone to find. But I suppose that's the point, isn't it?"

Tara's breath caught in her throat as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the notebook. "I've got some rules of my own I'd like to add," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Rules that I think you'll find... educational."

He sat down across from her, flipping open the notebook and picking up the pencil. Tara watched, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire, as he began to write.