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“We could just leave the sign turned over. I mean, that’ll deter some right?”
Nadine snorted as she rose to her tip-toes, eyeing the bags of beans before them. They’d done inventory yesterday-but she checked it all the same. Better to be sure than a bag under. It was monday, still well into the wee hours of the morning. Getting reamed from her boss just wasn’t something she needed.
“Sure, but someone’s eventually going to try that door. Especially that one guy,”
Cindy wriggled her nose, and faked a gag. She gave an exaggerated grimace, and turned towards Nadine. “Oh god, you don’t mean-”
“You know I do,” said Nadine giggling. “The writer or whatever? Ew,”
“Total ew. But I mean, there’s always those others that come in!” Said Cindy as she turned her back to the counter. She rested her hands atop it, and lifted herself beside the cash register. She gave half a smirk, and lifted a finger to her chin.
“I mean, there’s that-what’s his name, Thorn? You really seem to like him-”
“Shhhhh, do not,” said Nadine, cutting a glance that made Cindy snort. She turned back and made quite a show of suddenly being very interested in the bags again. It was enough to hide her face, but the warmth in her cheeks still crept in.
“Oh suuuure,” said Cindy. She lifted her arms, cupping her hands above her elbows. “Oh Thooorrrn, you’re sooo dreaammmy and cuuute! Take me!”
“I do not sound like that,” said Nadine. She turned from the shelf, and hopped down from the stool. She lifted a finger, and jabbed it towards her friend. “You on the other hand? Ohhhhh, Yes siiiir, I’ll totally heft that big, thick-”
“BITCH! I don’t sound like that!” Said Cindy as her shoulders slumped. Nadine paused-but smirked as the blush of her cheeks crept from her face to Cindy’s. Her friend rolled her eyes, and lept from the counter with a sigh. She raised her hands over her, and gave a bend left and right. A sigh escaped her lips, and she turned back towards the door. The street beyond the all-glass walls surrounding the store was vacant.
But then again, the sun had just peeked from the horizon. It wouldn’t be long now. Cindy gave a deep inhale, and pulled her phone from her pocket. She eyed it, then turned to Nadine.
“Alright-ten till. Checklist?” she said.
“Let’s do it,”
“Beans, roaster, all that started?” said Cindy. Nadine gave a turn on her heel, and checked the makeline.
“Yep,” she said.
Cindy gave a nod, then flicked her eyes over to the makeline as well. With the red LED switches of the brewers lit, they could proceed. She slipped her phone back into her pocket.
“Lube, condoms, all that in their proper place?” she said.
“U-uh, yeah. That too,” said Nadine. The stutter came as it always did-she didn’t know why, and had long since stopped questioning it. Cindy just smiled, and took a step towards her. Nadine’s eyes met hers as she raised her eyebrows.
“You suuuuure about that? Did you actually check?”
“Of course. Gotta have that stuff at hand, or-”
“Mmm-hmm. I trust you-just always check, okay?” said Cindy.
Nadine rolled her eyes, and glanced towards the door. “Speaking of checking, you going to turn the sign over or-”
“Uuuuugh. We still have like, eight minutes. Break room?” said Cindy. She hung her head. She hung her lead, lips scrunched as she glanced at Nadine. It was an expression that never failed to make the barista smile-and it came no less easy now.
“Sure-but then we have to get the sign turned over. And you gotta do it. And if the writer dude comes in-”
“NO. I refuse!” said Cindy.
Nadine snorted, and wagged a finger “Nu-uh. If we’re going to the break room, you have to deal with him. He’s not so bad,”
“Nadine, cat hair just pelts off of him! Like, in a freaking wave!”
“Deal with him, or no breakroom. I got last time-and that was a mess,” said Nadine.
Cindy snorted, her hands meeting her hips. “You’re the one that forgot the condoms!”
“And? Deal or no deal girl,” said Nadine.
Cindy hung her head even lower than before, and gave a sigh deep enough that a philosophy major could have wrote it.
“Fine. Fine, okay. Now-breakroom?” she said as her hands met in a clasp. Her eyes were wide, and she gave a faux batting of her lashes. “Pretty pretty please? Like, it’s better than anything we serve here. Come on, please?”
Nadine snorted, her flats clapping against the tile as she walked further into the coffee store. “Okay, okay. Stop and get in here-we only have a few minutes, okay?”
“Plenty of time, don’t you think?” said Cindy, rounding the barista. She came to stand before a door, her hands clasped on the handle. The pink of her cheeks grew a shade darker as she tilted her head.
“Besides, I missed you. You know I-”
There came a pounding from the front door, one hard enough to rattle it in the frame. The pair turned, and peeked around the marble island that held their brewers. Cindy gave a sigh, and slumped against the door. Nadine frowned, but for all of an instant as she walked back towards the counter. She gave a snort, and turned back towards her partner.
“Hey, it’s your favorite customer!” she said. Cindy jabbed a finger towards her, and gave a vicious shake of the head.
“No fucking way. We didn’t even get into the break room, and we’re not open. That’s all on you,” she said. She pushed off from the door, and walked over to a nearby tile wile. Across the hooks placed there were aprons and hats. She lifted one of both, and put them on with a sigh. She turned, and forced a smile.
“Starfuckers Incorporated, how can we serve you?”
Nadine rolled her eyes, and extended a hand.
“Oh, shush and give me mine too. Might as well unlock the door-he knows we’re here,”
“ ‘Nother day in paradise,” chimed Cindy as she tossed Nadine her apron.
“Ohhhhh yes. Now get the door-we’re working”
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Cindy wasn’t sure if it was the pungent, very particular scent of pine that wafted off him or his demeanor. But the writer-for she didn’t know him as anything but-was always the oddest customer she dealt with. He’d come in, bags under his eyes as he shuffled towards the counter. He’d stare towards the menu for all of a minute, then order the same thing every day.
“Black coffee, Large,”
“Do you mean grande?” she’d say, already knowing the answer. They’d rehearsed this bit for years, but it was like a dance. Once you knew the steps, the rest came naturally. He would give a grunt, then shuffle off to a booth. She or Nadine would bring him the cup. He’d have a notebook on the table, pen scrawling as they did. He wouldn’t look up even for a moment-regardless of what else was going on.
Except when he wanted to talk.
Today was a talkative day.
She knew the moment she saw it. The sly upturn of his lips. He approached the counter, haggard as always. He scritched the stubble at his chin, and gave a deep, bass chuckle.
“Y’all are gonna be busy today,”
It was the first time he had deviated from the script. And it was enough to make Cindy and Nadine pause. They glanced at each other for a moment, then Cindy cut her eyes back to him. She pressed her best professional smile to her lips.
“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?”
The writer smirked, then tapped a finger against his temple. “I just know. Grande black coffee. Please,”
Nadine gave a giggle as Cindy rang him up. “Hey, you learned it!” she said. She leaned across the counter, and the top button of her uniform dared to burst. The writer didn’t so much as glance-but he stuck at the counter, smile growing just a bit. He handed over a few grimy bills, and Cindy gave him his cup. Cindy cleared her throat, and leaned against the register.
“Are we going to be busy with you, maybe?”
He shook his head, his back already to them. He shuffled off to a booth just out of sight. It squeaked as he sat down and cleared his throat. There came an audible slurp, one that fell back to the dull hum of coffee pots. Cindy turned to Nadine and gave another falsetto gag. Nadine rolled her eyes and had just set a pot to brew when the door chimed. She turned, smile already plastered in the corporate appropriate place.
“Welcome to Starfuckers! How can we serve you?”
It was three men, all who looked to be in their twenties. One blonde, one with black hair, and one shaved clean. Their eyes were as wide as their jaws were slack-until the blonde looked at Nadine. His teeth clacked into a wide smile as he pointed at the menu.
“Uh, this place is for real?”
“Sure is,” chimed Cindy, appearing at Nadine’s side. She smirked, her eyes cutting between the trio. She nudged Nadine, and the barista cleared her throat.
“Yep, the menu is absolutely real. Bless legal sanctions. What can we get for you boys?”
The blonde busted into laughter, his fingers combing through his wavy hair. “Oh, geez. I thought it was a joke. I-uh, guys?” he said, turning to the pair at his side. The bald one took a step forward, his teeth in his bottom lip as he eyed the menu. Cindy stood and stretched as he reached into his back pocket. The billfold was thick, and his fingers picked through it in deft fashion.
From a booth off to the side, just out of sight came an audible snort.
“Could uh-could we maybe get a smoochers? With, um. You two?”
Cindy snorted, and waved her hand. “Oh, you can get that for free. She owes me anyways,” she said. Her fingers trailed along Nadine’s chin, Her friend turned to her, cheeks red as they leaned towards one another.
“Still got a few minutes?” whispered Cindy.
“Oh, shut it,” said Nadine.
Their lips met, and warmth met warmth. Cindy’s hands fell from Nadine’s face, and came to rest right along her hips. One kiss became two, soon to be another-until the men laughed.
“Holy shit, wow. Um, okay. Well then, what do you offer for group rates?” said Blondie. Cindy turned from Nadine. Her hands crept over the hump of Nadine’s rump, and she shrugged.
“Hrm, depends. Are we talking you three, or-”
“Just us,” said Blondie, a cocky smile on his face. Clean Shave stared dead ahead, still too dumbstruck to speak. His adam’s apple bobbed, and the boy with black hair hooked his thumbs into his pants. Cindy eyed them, and gave a cluck of her tongue.
“Well, that depends,”
“On?” said Blondie.
“On if you can trigger our gag reflexes or not. So-how about you try, and we’ll total the bill after?” replied Cindy.
Nadine’s face warmed as she rested it on Cindy’s shoulder. But both girls couldn’t help but laugh at the flurry of pants and belts being tossed. They pulled from each other, and Cindy vaulted the counter with a deft leap. Nadine walked behind the rows and rows of biscottis and doughnuts, and pulled a roll of condoms free from a hidden shelf.
Not this time, she thought. By the time she made it to the front, Blondie was already hard. His cock was thick as the cans of lime soda they sold. The tip was red and pulsing-a sight she took in only for a moment before it disappeared in Cindy’s lips. Her friend gazed up at Blondie, chuckling with the mouth full as she took every inch.
“Oh shit, shit shit shit,” said Blondie, a cold sweat breaking across his brow. Nadine watched, even as her thighs cinched tighter together. Her eyes didn’t abate for a moment-until there came a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Baldie and Black Hair standing there. The strangers smirked, and Baldie pointed to the condoms in her hand.
“U-uh, you got enough for um. Both of us?”
Nadine’s smile widened as she flicked the roll forward. It fell to the ground, and she nodded. Baldie coughed, and Black Hair stepped forward. He crooked a thumb between them and raised his eyebrows.
“Maybe at the same time? We’re best friends,”
Nadine snorted, and gave a nod. “I mean, if you both think you can fit in the same hole. Best friends share everything, right?”
The boys looked at each other for a half second, then nodded in unison. Nadine took a knee, and saw their cocks for the first time. While not as girthy as Blondie-they easily won the measuring competition. The pulled the foil of the condoms back, and slipped them over the boys. She squeezed, and pumped them both gently as she looked up.
“Well-which would you like? Hrm?”
Baldie swallowed, and said “U-uh, pussy? Please?”
Nadine snorted, and shook her head. She rose up, and kissed Baldie gently on the cheek. “Hey, no need to say please. You’re footing the bills, boys. Now who wants the front?”
Baldie opened his mouth to answer, but there came a cry from over their shoulders. The trio turned to see Cindy bouncing atop Blondie, her hips wriggling as she took his cock. Her hands rested on his chest as she faced the counter, a toothy grin appearing between her grunts.
“Oh-hah!-come on, boy. You can fuck me harder than that!” she said. She slammed her hips down, and Nadine watched as her back flexed. Blondie let out a gasp, his back arching as he rose to fill her.
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna fucking-”
“Oh, not yet you aren’t! Don’t you fucking dream of it!” said Cindy.
Nadine almost cheered her on-until lips pressed against her own. A hand cupped her breast, and gave a gentle squeeze. She gasped against the stranger, her eyes opening to see just which of the boys it was.
Black hair smiled, and said “Hey. I’ll take the front. He’s a butt guy,”
“Aww, thanks man!” replied Baldie.
It took just a few minutes of fumbling-Black Hair pressed inside her first, and Nadine gave a whinny as she buried her face to his chest. Baldie slipped in, throbbing and warm. Black hair gripped behind her ankles, and hoisted her up with a strength she wouldn’t have guessed.
“Alley oop,” he said with a grunt. Both men hefted her up-then down, their cocks pressing deep into her cunt. She gave a yelp, every synapse firing off as they stretched her walls. She tried to think, tried to form even a single word. Her tongue writhed and fell mute as Cindy yelled from across the room.
“CUM! Cum damn it, fucking cum for me!”
And like the words were intended just for her, Nadine did that very thing.
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The boys left massive tips. And not just with their cocks. Bills laid in a neat pile between the two, their hands clasped as they lay breathless and sticky on the tiles. Their customers had been gone nearly thirty whole uninterrupted minutes before one of them turned their heads. They had all but forgotten about the writer, tucked away in his corner. He approached the counter, notebook tucked firm within his grip.
“Be-” gasped Cindy, “-be there in a minute, just-”
“I got it. You two rest,” he said. He rounded the counter, and not a single inch of either girl rose save to breathe. There came the pour of carafe into cup, and another slurp. Nadine closed her eyes, breathing deep as the sound of foot falls came towards their heads. When she opened them again, he sat kneeling near them.
He dropped a far more than a single cup called for onto the pile. Then knelt, and kissed them both on the head.
“Told you girls you’d be busy. Too adorable not to be,” he said. He rose, his knees popping as he made his way to the door. He lifted the sign, and turned it over.
“Y’all deserve a break, don’t you?” he said. He placed the sign back, CLOSED emblazoned out towards the street. A quiet one, not a single customer to meet it’s curb. It was a quiet he disappeared into with a smile.
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