The Skim(py) Cafe- Meeting Miss May

May tugged down her skirt as she stepped off the bus. She’d never complain, but she always felt a little subconscious when she commuted to and from work. When she was actually inside Skim Milk working, she didn’t mind. She was able to put on a coat of confidence while interacting with customers and she felt good about herself, but she always had to check it in when she left for the day. Her windbreaker barely touched the bottom of her sky blue skirt, offering her no extra protection from the wind or any onlookers. May walked briskly around the corner to the entrance to the boardwalk.

This early in the morning there weren’t too many people about. There were two people on bikes and a few people on paddle boards lazing down the calm waters of the river. The breeze picked up, sending goosebumps up her bare legs and tickling under her pink lace bikini bottoms.

She climbed the steps up to the second deck of stores, following the signs for Skim Milk. She unlocked the door with a key and let herself inside the cafe. Skim Milk’s colors always reminded her of a sun rise, the sky blue with pink streaks of color shining through promising a warm day. She adjusted some pillows on the couches that faced the river. She noticed some smudges on the window overlooking the deck and she made a mental note to clean that before anyone else got there.

She went in the back where the storage area and staff section was. There was a little lounge area for the baristas when they had their break or lunch. The lounge connected to the manager’s office, which they’d have to go in for their daily check. May had never failed a check, but they always made her nervous. More nervous than walking around with her buttcheeks out for patrons to see.

She heard the front door unlock and the friendly chatter of Brenda, one of the baristas who had been at Skim Milk for a few years now. She had shown May the ropes when she had started. She leaned against the door of the lounge as she listened to Brenda chatter away, flirting with Adam. May sighed with relief, whenever she worked with Brenda Adam never gave her a second look. He was obviously into the older, more promiscuous woman and that was fine with her.

Brenda came into the staff area with Adam in tow, pausing to adjust May’s top to expose a little more of her perky A cups with a short tsk tsk, “Oh May honey, you have breasts, show them!” she blushed wildly and waited for Adam to open the manager's office, obviously ready to get away from Brenda’s line of sight.

Both girls followed Adam in, Brenda having peeled off her own jacket and hanging it next to May’s. Adam stood by the wall and gestured May forward. Her blush from before hadn't had any time to subside before it inflamed as she stepped over the mirror that was placed on the floor for their daily checks.

Adam whistled in approval as he eyed the pink lace between her slender thighs. He could see the fabric hugging each melon sized cheek and he smiled. For what May lacked in front, she more than made up for in the back. She quickly slipped out, muttering something about cleaning the windows. She barely made it through the door before she heard a zipper sound, making her groan inwardly.

As the sun mounted the sky, more people were walking the boardwalk and Brenda had opened the patio doors to the outside seating area. The deck was made of glass, allowing anyone on the boardwalk or river to look up and have a nice view of firm and bouncy cheeks nestled in some tasteful lingerie.

One girl stood behind the counter while the other greeted guests at the door and walking around the floor. People would come in, pick the size cup they wanted and would write on the cup, then hand it to the barista and their drink would be made for them. If it was a to go cup, the customer would typically stand by the bar while anyone staying to enjoy their drink would find a seat and when their drink was made it would be brought over to them. Some people stuck to tradition and sat down, expecting to be waited on. The variety always kept the baristas on their toes and made every shift pretty unique.

They did have their regulars. Usually they were older guys who enjoyed the smell of the river and the sight of soft mounds of flesh peeking out of a tight shirt or a short skirt. May was behind the counter making drinks when the door opened with a chime. She looked up, smiled at the newcomer and greeted him. His gaze caught her off guard, causing her voice to falter. He maintained eye contact until she looked away, busying herself with wiping the counter. He moved inside and stood over by the cups, deciding what he wanted. While his back was to her, a shiver crept up her spine for some reason.

He stood just around 6 ft tall. His hair reminded her of sand on the beach and those eyes that had silenced her were a shocking blue, almost the color of ice. He was dressed in dark jeans and a black jacket which sat perfectly on his broad shoulders. When he turned towards the counter May squeaked and spun away, rattling some glass bottles with the sudden movement. She believed she had succeeded when he did not acknowledge her. She took a breath and turned back around to fix another drink when her heart skipped a beat- there he was sitting directly across from her, three tables away, staring straight inside her. Not her small chest, which men usually- and shamelessly- oogled. No, his icy eyes pierced hers and shook her to the core. It made her heart beat faster as she again broke the contact by looking down.

Why was he looking at her like that? She would have remembered if he had been there before. He had a.. presence about him that couldn't be ignored. It commanded attention, and attention it received.

She lifted her eyes enough again to see what he was doing. He sat there with a to go cup sitting on the table before him. He was still watching her, daring her to meet his eyes again. She couldn't. May could feel heat rising in her cheeks again and silently thanked her promiscuous co-worker as Brenda stood between them.

“Hey there, is there anything I can help you with?” She smiled, leaning over the back of the chair giving him a full view of her rack, the smooth tanned mounds straining against their bright green prison, both yearning to fall free of her bra and sky blue shirt.

“I’m perfectly fine here.” He looked past her to where May hid and waited patiently. Brenda took his nonchalant attitude as dismissal and she moved onto greener pastures, heading outside to a group of older gentleman with a sway in her step.

When they made eye contact again, May didn't know what to do. This stranger confused, intimidated, and intrigued her all at once. His gaze flickered only once, down to the cup that sat before him. She followed his gaze down to it and took a moment longer to realize what he wanted.

Slowly, she moved around the counter and approached his table. He kept his focus on her, which made her feel small.

“H-hello,” she started. May wasn't as social as Brenda but she certainly wasn't as timid as she felt in that moment. He did not respond, remaining perfectly still, like a cat silently watching its prey. She picked up his cup and scurried away. Only when her back was turned did his eyes travel south to her tight ass, which bounced with each step. He could see her pink lace peak out from under the skimpy skirt and he smiled, enjoying the view.

Behind the safety of the counter, May examined the cup in her trembling hands. His handwriting was in cursive, smooth, controlled. ‘Medium, double shot espresso, light milk’. May felt a little at ease reading the order, chiding herself for getting so amped up over nothing.

She finished the drink and felt better, brushing off her uneasiness as she rounded the counter to give the man his drink. Again he did not move, only his eyes guiding her to put the cup down. As she did, he reached up and grabbed the cup, brushing his fingers over hers. There was a little zap of electricity that made her flinch.

“Be quicker next time.” He critiqued. Inwardly she cringed, and outwardly her smile faltered as he stood, easily having half a foot over her. She couldn't find any vocal response within, so she simply nodded. He took his coffee and left, seemingly sucking the air out of the room with him.

May was in a puzzled daze for the rest of the day. When it was her turn on the floor she mulled over the whole interaction inside her head, trying to process what had happened and why she had acted the way she did.

She barely noticed as another patron held her waist as she checked in on their table. Normally she would have brushed him off gracefully but she was giving the man with the icy eyes all of her attention. Was she giving it or had he simply taken it?

The coffee shop closed by 6pm and she was out before either Adam or Brenda could speak to her. She didn't want Brenda to know that she was stuck in a funk.

Her commute home took 45 minutes by bus and then ten more minutes of walking before she made it to her flat. It sat above a bar called The Inn and the people outside usually catcalled the scantily clad barista. She’d always make sure to lock the gate behind her before she made her way up the stairs to her door.

Inside the safety of her home, she kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the couch. She released her brunette hair from the tight ponytail that was a part of her work attire. She leaned up to unhook her bra, pulling it out from under her work shirt and dropping the pink garment on the floor. That felt better.

She tugged off the tight skirt, discarding that as well. It always got stuck sliding over her large bottom and she’d have to wiggle her way to freedom. May reached for the remote and clicked on the tv. As she idly flicked through the channels, her thoughts returned to this morning’s peculiar start.

She still couldn't quite put her finger on why he had made her act like a school girl but she recalled that moment when their fingers brushed. It was such a little touch that had sent a shockwave through her. Thinking about it made her want more and her finger wandered down beneath the pink lace that hugged her round hips so nicely. She lifted her leg for easier access, let her mind wander and had her fingers get to work.

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May woke up with a stiff neck, she had fallen asleep on the couch after her little play session. She stretched and cursed to herself. She had forgotten to set her alarm and she had overslept. May bounced off the couch and ran frantically about her apartment. She didn't have time to wash her hair but she jumped in the shower anyway and rinsed yesterday off with a flurry of water and a slap of soap.

She rummaged through her drawers looking for her secondary uniform and found a black thong and bra set. She groaned. She never felt covered on a regular day, and when she had to wear these she felt particularly exposed.

Push had come to shove and she didn't want any extra attention from Adam for being late, so she stepped into the black fabric and pulled it up her leg and over her slender thigh. She teased the black string up between her cheeks and let the band rest around her hips. She made sure her breasts were dry with an extra wipe from the towel before she put on the black bra adorned with sheer black roses. She liked this one the most out of all of her bras, she liked the feeling of air press itself through the material onto her bare breasts.

She hopped over to the closet and took out her actual uniform, starting with the easier fight- her shirt. All shirts were ordered a size too small to accent the lady’s assets and since May wasn't the bustiest this was never a problem for her. It did stop just above her belly button, which sat contently a few inches above her black thong. The enemy however was her skirt.

She had to order her size for the skirt due to the fact that her rump was excessive. The skirts material didn't have much give as she pulled it up and jumped into the tight material. Her bottom finally relented, squeezing itself into the skirt and she sighed with relief. A quick glance at the clock made that moment of triumph evaporate like smoke.

In her mad dash to the bus she hadn't been careful enough and as she stood holding one of the poles in the middle she felt her thong slip between her asscheeks. She tried shifting herself to fix the rogue material but succeeded in attracting the attention of a man sitting behind her. She felt his eyes follow the string that disappeared between her cheeks and reappeared covering her lady bits with mere threads.

When she turned to make a face to let him know she knew she saw that he had quite a tent in his pants. The man took the time to check out her front and memorized the cafe name stitched onto her breast. Today was a bad day to have forgotten her windbreaker.

May hurried off the bus before it had come to a full stop and dashed for the safety of the stairs and storefront. Only a few people walking saw her dash for the stairs, those who preferred to exercise before the sun made its way into the sky.

Brenda was already inside, and so was Adam. He sat at the bar on seats that were taller to allow patrons to get the best view of cleavage there could be. Adam didn't even attempt to make it a secret that he was imagining himself between those two mounds of flesh, nor was he hiding his erection.

She cleared her throat as she went behind the counter to start her routine, barely saying hello to either of them. Adam tapped the counter with an impatient finger.

“Miss May, I believe you’re fifteen minutes late.”

“Ah, yeah I'm sorry Adam. The bus was running late.” May lied weakly, she was never very good at lying. Adam pointed to his office and she marched over to the door. He let her inside and stood at his position while she spread herself over the mirror.

Her thong had stayed perfectly wedged between her cheeks, and her movement had actually made it worse, her lower lips having begun to pinch the black string. She looked down and promised herself she’d do laundry later as her face reddened.

“Looks like you need to adjust yourself..” Adam’s voice was huskier and it deepened the blush she wore. She reached down behind her, finding the top of her thong and pulling the string out from between her white mounds and her pink lips. Adam licked his own and adjusted his pants, his desires clear. May waited an extra few moments to see if he’d say anything else and she departed quickly, careful to remain out of Adam’s grasp.

The morning dragged on, seemingly never reaching nine o'clock. That was when he had shown up and sat down. There was still forty-five minutes until then so May kept herself busy. She waited on the tables outside, having to sit with one of the older patrons “politely” as the cafe required. His eyes wandered all over her full chest but he never made an inappropriate advance on her. When he dismissed her with a tip she was thankful to head back to the bar.

And there he was. Sitting at the same table, with a cup in front of him. She felt him track her as she scurried to his table, grabbing the cup and hiding behind the counter.

She examined the cup, worry setting in. How long has he been sitting there? Did he watch her laughing with the man on the balcony? Her face was red and she felt her palms dampen.

“Medium, double shot espresso, light milk” was all that was written on the side. When she approached the espresso machine and held the cup under it she just barely saw the paper tucked neatly inside it. She glanced up at the man who had been tapping his finger on the table.

She delicately took the paper out and caught herself before she opened it. She was wasting time. May sped through making the drink, careful not to miss any parts.

She held the note in one hand and his coffee in the other. She brought it over and held the cup for him to take. Even though he had to look up at her to meet her eyes she still felt like he was above her somehow. He glanced at the clock, then back at her. “Better this time but I expected more from you. You should never make the same mistake twice.”

She flinched as he verbally chastised her again. It was her fault, she hadn't been paying complete attention the whole time. When she realized he wouldn't take it she bent down to place it before him. He leaned forward enough so that his breath reached her ear, “I do hope you’ll do as you are told, Miss May.”

His breath was hot on her and brought out a sense yearning inside her, for what exactly she wasn't sure just yet.

Only when he stood did May straighten herself up. She watched as he turned and left. She knew nothing more about the man and yet May needed to.

She opened her hand to see the small folded paper sitting, waiting for her to read whatever was inside. She carefully unfolded it and saw his handwriting, the words written just as precisely as they were on the cup.

“Wear white tomorrow.”

She read the three words a dozen times, apparently standing there long enough for Brenda to pop over her shoulder trying to see what had happened to her.

“Earth to May! What has gotten into you? Hey, what's that?” She tried to grab the note but May bumped the older girl away with her ass.

“Ladies, ladies, no group stuff unless I'm invited, okay?” Adam called out from the door of his office.

Brenda smacked May’s plump ass in response and she yelped. May hated when Brenda brought her into her fling with Adam. She didn't want any more attention from him than she already had. She hid the note in her bra as she rounded the corner of the counter and continued through her day.

By the time her shift was almost over she heard exactly what she didn't want to hear.

“May, please see me in my office.” Adam called. She groaned, glaring at Brenda for causing this and she went inside. He closed the door and asked for her to approach his desk. When she moved to sit on the chair in front of it he stopped her with a hand on her lower back. May froze, her heart quickening.

“Now, I know this may be unorthodox but since you were injured on the job I have to check and make sure no damage was done before you leave or the cafe could be in serious legal trouble. I'm sure you understand this precaution.”

“No, no I don't Adam. And I wasn't injured. What are you talking about?”

“You were assaulted by another staff member. I saw it with my own eyes. Now bend over the desk.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. Do you want to be written up for disobedience?”

May couldn't believe she was complying as she bent over the desk, her hands under her collarbone.

She felt his hands start on her thighs and she stifled a groan. May didn't need this right now. When he reached up higher and started to move under her skirt she seriously considered kicking him where the sun didn't shine but she held herself together as Adam’s lanky fingers traced the curvature of her ass.

She was thankful about how tight her skirt was when he tried lifting it to “inspect” more of her. He was persistent though and he got it up enough that half of her cheeks were showing.

“Oh my,” he said perversely, “You do look red. Let me take a better look.”

She couldn't believe what she was feeling as he fished up under her skirt for the top of her thong. He pulled on the cloth, which was again stuck in her pussy lips. She felt it slide down inch by inch until it got to the snag and she wanted to vomit when she felt his breath on her skin.

The cloth was pulled from her lips so slowly she thought he was memorizing how her pink oyster moved, just ready to show him her pearl.

It finally came free and he made a “hmm" noise just as a doctor would as he inspected her tight slit with his eyes, seeing a glint on the inside. It was so inviting but he was on a mission.

Adam stood up and brought both his hands on her large, exposed cheeks. He squeezed one, then the other and finally them both together.

“Oh what's this? Looks like something’s wrong after all.” He spread her cheeks wide enough that she made a small whine of protest letting it know that it hurt. Adam didn't mind, for between her two strained cheeks sat her puckered asshole. It was slightly darker than her pale cheeks and the perfect size, almost a complete wrinkled circle.

Adam licked his lips and moved closer to see everything that he could. He wanted nothing more than to dive in there. He leaned close enough that if he stuck his tongue out again he’d poke her asshole. Instead, he used his two index fingers to stretch the tight hole a little more to see inside.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back and May turned around quick enough that he couldn't react. His face was now inches from her trimmed pubic mound and he could smell her virgin flower.

She quickly left, leaving behind her thong. She didn't care about it, she just wanted to get away from that creep.

On the way home she started to regret not having it. Sure, it was a tiny string but it was enough to cover most of her slit and where her cheeks met.

She was forced to stand again and this time two boys sat behind her. They couldn't have been over 20 and they were faking out grabbing her ass and making lewd gestures. At one point she hear the shutter of a camera and she turned to see both of their phones were getting perfect shots of her wares.

She didn't see another place to move to so she had to tough it out. Just as the bus stopped at her place she felt two hands grope her as she left. Her cheeks were red with anger and disgust as she marched herself up to her apartment and locked the door behind her.

May stripped down to her bra and tossed it onto the floor in a rage. Then the little white note caught her attention against the black lace and she quickly scooped it up. She opened it and read the three words over. It calmed her down somehow.

She went the shower and stepped inside after placing the note carefully on her dresser. She covered her entire body from head to toe in soap, paying special attention to her ass, wiping away the boys' leer and Adam’s lingering touch.

Spreading her cheeks just enough that the water kissed her puckered asshole, May teased it with her small finger. She had not touched herself this way before but she wanted to know what it felt like.

She pressed her finger onto her hole and felt it resist and it pinched slightly. She bit her lip, trying harder and it popped inside as she gasped. It had hurt yes, but there were so many undiscovered nerves just past her entrance.

She awakened them as she wiggled her index finger inside up to her second joint. May moaned quietly as she felt her other hole start to become wet with envy.

She worked her finger in up to her knuckle and groaned. This was really nice. Her finger still felt small though in her newly discovered cavern.

May fucked her ass with her finger for a few minutes until the urge to fill herself more brought the finger pad of her longest finger to her back door. She pulled out her first finger enough to give the second a chance to catch the rim before she started pushing both of them inside.

She gasped loudly as it broke through into her tiny hole and her whole body shook with pained delight. May quickly resumed the pace she had before her addition, greatly enjoying it.

She was so turned on but she didn't want to spoil this by rubbing her clit and calling it a night. She moaned and leaned against the glass door of the shower. She needed something more than just her fingers but fuck they felt good.

When she tried adding a third finger she yelped, the pain at her entrance drastically outweighed the possibility of any pleasure it would bring.

She kept fingerfucking her as she pressed her head against the glass, moaning and not really paying attention to anything until something clicked.

May relieved her ass for only a moment. She opened the shower and dashed to the sink, almost slipping, and ran back into the warmth of the shower.

She flipped the switch and her mechanical toothbrush whirred to life. She felt the base vibrate in her hand, her pussy dripping with excitement as she bent forward and brought the plastic brush to her hole.

She clasped one cheek and stretched it away while her other hand poked blindly until the brush sat squarely on her starfish. She loved how the vibrations felt on her slightly stretched rim and she began to push the cold plastic into herself.

She held her breath as her hole put up a fight but eventually lost to her determination. She was instantly rewarded for her effort. The buzzing inside of her was fucking amazing.

May also discovered she could push the brush deeper than what her fingers could reach, by another two inches at least.

This fuller fuck she gave herself had her panting in no time. Her pussy ached as she felt her pleasure growing. She was about to get off to fucking her own ass.

She fucked her ass faster, moaning as the brush vibrated inside of her..She held the very tip of it to get as much inside her as possible with each thrust.

She bit her lip when after a few more thrusts she came powerfully. Her legs shook as her asshole clamped down on the brush, threatening to swallow it whole if she let go.

May finished her orgasm, allowing the brush to elongate it with its vibrating. She pulled it out of herself, feeling empty already.

By the time she had finished her shower and self fuck May was in an amazing mood. She brushed her wet hair and she got into her pyjamas and nestled into bed. Just before she drifted off she remembered to set her alarms on her phone, which she laid the note on top of so it would be the first thing she saw in the morning. For once, May couldn't wait to get to work.

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It turned out that she didn't need the alarm. May woke up well rested and earlier than her alarm. She rose from the bed with a spring in her step. She tamed her bedhead and took her time to apply a lighter shade of makeup, just enough to make her eyes shine.

She went to her nightstand and picked up the note, opening it and reading it once more before slipping to her dresser. She pulled out her special set of white sheer bikini panties and matching bra that had soft patterns of tiny roses on them.

She took her time with the delicate lingerie, feeling herself get excited about dressing up for him. She slipped each leg into the bikini cut cloth and brought it up until it sat hugging her waist like a soft cloud. She cupped each of her breasts, stroking her nipples for a moment before hiding them being the white sheer roses.

When she stood before the mirror she could see her darker areolas through the delicate cloth and it made her smile. She felt sexy in that moment. Looking at herself further, she decided that there wasn't enough white for him.

Hanging in her closet she found her white stockings and she sat on the edge of her bed to pull them on. The solid white cloth slid up her calf and came to a rest around her thicker thigh. The black stripe at the top stood out completely between the white stocking and her pale skin. She guided her small foot through the second stocking and stood before the mirror again. She bent at her waist to straighten the two pink bows on both. Once they were center on her thighs she stood up straight. Now she was sexy.

When she twirled around to look at her backside she wished she had a pair of Victoria’s wings, she felt absolutely angelic in this outfit. After giving her butt a wiggle she worked her way into her skirt and found a clean shirt to wear. It was still early but she decided to head out anyway. She took her windbreaker and headed for the busstop.

There were some drunks on their way home on the bus when she stepped on. She went and sat at the front, away from the two men that were slurring their words, heavily in the midst of a debate. May looked out the window at the sleeping city, ignoring their squabble.

She was deep in her thoughts when a smell assaulted her nostrils and a hand touched her shoulder. May turned to see one of the drunkards had approached her without her knowing. She looked up at the blacked haired man with a wide, questioning glance.

“Es’cuse me ma’hm. I has a question. My friend and myself couldn't figger out why such a lady was out like this" he gestured at her skirt’s lack of length and her white high stockings. “H-he thinks you’re a lady of the night but I th-hink you’d be an angel on her way to heav’n”

She tried to smile, resorting to her professional side to cope with him. She cleared her throat while she was subjected to his eyes glued to her bare skin on her upper thighs.

“Well thank you for your kind thoughts but I'm just on my way to work. I'll be getting off now, have a good rest of your night with your friend.” She stood just before his descending hand could make contact with her and she stood by the door waiting for it to open.

Safely off the bus and with only a slightly quicker step than normal, May walked to the boardwalk. There wasn't anyone out here and her way was lit by streetlights. Her mood improved as she fingered the note in her pocket as she walked, losing herself to fantasy.

She let herself into the cafe and opened the bay doors to the balcony and she took a seat near the railing, overlooking the dark water before her. The river wasn't as endless as the ocean would have been, but it was wide enough to not see the the other side clearly in the night aside from speckles of lights.

May sat there until she saw the first glimpse of the sun’s rays reach out into the dark sky, pulling it's great weight up and awakening the world as it did.

Hands suddenly on her shoulders nearly made her leap out of her skin. She turned and shouted and was greeted by fits of laughter. Brenda came up to her and hugged the younger, frightened girl while she continued to laugh.

“Oh May, you should have seen your face!” Brenda laughed, patting her on the back.

“God Brenda I thought you were someone else!”

“Were you expecting someone else? You’re a weird one May. Who besides me has a--" she gasped “Are you fucking Adam?”

May’s response was to choke on her own vomit, “No oh god no Brenda. He's absolutely all yours. I have no interest there.”

The two girls went about setting up shop. Adam was late coming in and as soon as he made it to his office both women were behind him, one eager and the other dying to get it over with.

Brenda let May go first, having been eyeing her in her thigh highs the whole day. She made sure she had a good spot as May straddled the mirror for her inspection.

“Ahem, wow May. I don't know what to say but I love your choice of attire. You look divine. And I'm pleased to see that you’ve had no lasting damage from the assault yesterday.” Adam laid the sweetness on thick but May wasn't going to bite. She turned and was surprised to see Brenda so close behind her.

She had to side step over to get around her and Brenda easily took her place as Adam continued his monologue, “And you, miss perpetrator. I know what to do with you.”

May grabbed the door handle behind her just as his hand made contact with Brenda’s clothed ass, making a muffled thump and a small gasp. She couldn't get the sounds out of her head nor did the door do much to stop them. Brenda sure was getting something.

The first customer that came in ordered at first to go but as he heard the spanking going on in the next room he decided to sit with his drink against the wall and sip it with one hand while his other one was nowhere to be seen.

He mentioned casually as he left that he had left a tip on the table for May and he thanked her for the coffee. She sighed and went over with a rag to find the man’s spunk pooled by the edge with some of it dripping onto the seat. She was scrubbing it with soap when Brenda came out, flustered and fixing her shirt. She almost tripped over May’s feet.

“Looks like you’re up to two today Brenda. How many more are you going to get off today?” she joked, throwing the dirty rag at her.

“They have one more than me? No way! Cover for me while I rub one out behind the bar.” She winked at May and then at the next customer that came in. He was stunned by what she said, his face flushed but he quickly ordered, got his drink and left.

May had her eyes on the door by 8:30 and around 8:45 she saw his tall, blonde figure appear. The man came inside, grabbed a to go cup and before he had made it to the table May was standing by it, waiting. When he smiled at her her heart fluttered.

“That's more like it Miss May.” He said as he took his seat, his eyes soaking in her visage. Her sky blue uniform matched perfectly with the thigh high stockings and the touch of color the pink bows wrapped her up nicely.

He held his cup while his hand rested on the table and he cleared his throat. She looked at the cup and nodded, taking it from him gently before turning and moving to make his drink. She held her breath as she undid the lid safely hidden behind the counter from any other prying eyes. She silently squealed when she saw the folded note and she took it out and held it in her hand. She didn't open it but kept it in her hand as she checked the cup even though she had his drink memorized.

“Show me.” was written on the side of the cup where he usually had his drink request. This command though, made her pause. She bit her lip and she felt herself begin to feel somewhat naughty. May finished his dtimk and returned to the table side. She placed the cup down and it was as if the heat had transferred through her hand to her face.

She turned around, standing no more than two feet from him and she did her best to lift her tight blue skirt. The fabric was unforgiving and it squeezed her full ass tighter around the middle of her cheeks, which was as high as she could manage without risk of ripping it.

She looked around and saw one other patron looking her way but she didn't mind in this moment. All of her attention was on the gaze that overlooked her sheer white roses. She knew she was wet and she hoped it didn't show through the fabric.

May almost squeaked when she felt a feathery touch on her calf that rose up slowly behind her knee and up her thigh, coming to a stop at the hem of her stocking. He hooked a single long finger into the fabric and stroked underneath twice before taking his finger away. May let out a small noise of disappointment but she quickly recovered.

“You look like an angel whose wings have yet to from.” He said as he sipped his dark drink, watching her squirm to fix her skirt and turn again to face him. The note was burning a hole in her hand but she wanted to keep her focus on him while he was still here.

“Thank you.. um.. Can I ask for your name?”

His only reply was a smirk and a nod before standing and leaving the cafe. May was left hot and bothered and it made her want to get home to her toothbrush as soon as possible.

“Sooo….” a voice behind her startled her out of her depraved thoughts. Brenda was looking at her with such a spark in her eyes that she thought that it might start a fire.

“Soo… what, Brenda?” May challenged as she secretly slid her note inside her panties. That was one of the downsides of the cafe’s uniforms- no pockets.

“So what's up with you and that guy? You’re like a schoolgirl with a crush who can't hide it or something?” Brenda said, bumping her hip into May’s as she tired walking away, trying to hide her red face. “Don’t ignore me, May!” Brenda stomped around the counter after her and pushed her against the countertop. She held her there with her body and slipped a hand down to her ass, squeezing her cheek. “I saw you hide something here, May. Do you want me to go searching for it?”

May struggled against the bigger woman as she held her firmly over the counter with one hand on her neck and the other groping around her ass over her skirt. “Damn May, you have such a big ass all I can feel is you!” Brenda teased as she slid a finger under her friend’s skirt to tease her panties. “Oh my goodness, May! I didn't get you that wet" she gasped. Two patrons wolf whistled and cheered as Brenda assaulted her a little longer before May was able to slip out and away from her grasp. She was fuming.

“Brenda, go suck a cock!” she spat, earning more cheers from the onlookers. To that Brenda just simply shrugged and licked her finger.

May busted tables and flirted with customers until she couldn't take it anymore. Brenda had been merciless since she had her pinned by the counter. She had kept teasing her all day about the man she had basically flashed, calling May a flurry of names while throwing in how good May tasted which made her redder than the sun. She had went to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall where she pulled out his note. May trembled as she unfolded the paper, her mind swirling on what could be next.

“My name is James. You, however, may not call

me that.

Enjoy your day off, Miss May.

When you return to work the next day, do not

wear a bra.”

She sat back, looking at the note. His name was James. She felt it fit him perfectly, but she didn't know what to think about not being allowed to call him as such though.

And how did he know about her day off? The blush returned to her cheeks. How long had he been watching her for before brought her attention to him? She would have recalled seeing him before, his presence was distinctive, it commanded a room. It did to her at least.

Her eyes fell to the last bit of the note. No bra? Just thinking about the commute without the extra protection her bra gave her made her nervous.. And a little excited.

She heard the bathroom door open and she waited patiently for whoever it was to go into the other stall but they never did. She sighed and stepped outside, knowing already who to expect.

Brenda was leaning against the door, blocking her only exit. She had her arms at her side, her thumbs hooked into the top of her skirt. She looked up at May and bit her lip before starting.

“May.. I know what I did before was wrong and that I was teasing you way too much. I'm just so happy you found someone who you like and who seems to like you back, in some kind of weird way. Well he keeps coming back here for you, right? So that's something?”

May did appreciate the effort Brenda was putting into almost forming a proper apology. She smiled at her and she nodded, “It’s okay, Brenda, you had meant it in good fun. I forgive you.”

The voluptuous woman opened her arms towards May and she shrugged, going in for the hug. What she didn't expect was Brenda to bring her hands down to her hips and for her to kiss her on the lips. May tried to pull back but Brenda pushed her against the wall and held on, keeping her mouth pressed to hers. When her hand moved down the front of May’s skirt she made a muffled shout into her friends mouth trying to stop her.

Brenda’s middle finger rubbed her soft panties and stroked the innermost part of her thigh. May had been wet for a while by that point so Brenda had plenty to work with as her finger slipped under her white cloth and poked into her slit.

May’s eyes bugged and she shrieked, shoving Brenda off of herself before running out of the bathroom and straight into Adam. Brenda came out right after, licking her finger and catching Adam’s eyes with a wicked look.

“This little girl was pretty frisky just now, not gonna lie. She came onto me and everything.” Brenda lied through her teeth. May began to protest but Adam’s hands were on her shoulders instantly. May had grown sick of them toying with her and she shouted “I’m taking the rest of today off!”

She slapped Adam’s hands away and stormed into the staff room and found her windbreaker. She was thankful tomorrow was her day off. She needed to let off some steam and decided to walk on the boardwalk for a bit before going to the bus.

For once she got a seat on the bus before the evening commuting crowd was in full motion. It was then that she decided she'd enjoy dinner at The Inn for a change. It’d be a good way to unwind and clear her mind.

May wasn't accosted on the bus and it improved her mood considerably. She hopped off at her stop and went inside the tavern. It was surprisingly the opposite of the bus. It was fairly busy for a weeknight. The two pool tables were occupied and the bar was crowded. The lighting was low and the music was good as she made her way over to a booth.

She gazed at the menu and ordered some chicken and veggies. May sat and read the note again, humming to herself the tune of the current song, failing to hear the man trying to gain her attention. After his third time trying he leaned over to her and squeezed the top of her arm, startling her. She moved away from his hand, saying “Umm, excuse me?”

“I said, hey angel, want to dance?”

“Oh, umm no thank you. Thanks for asking though.” May said dismissively. She realized then she should have gone up to change before coming in here. Thankfully, the man walked away with a pout. She watched him go to the bar and take two shots to down her rejection. She didn't feel too bad though.

She had forgotten about the encounter as her food had come and she began to eat. There had been a streak of her music playing and she was bouncing her head slightly to it as she chewed.

When he approached her again with a darker expression she swallowed hard. May recognized him then. He was the second drunk guy on the bus this morning. The one who thought she was a lady of the night.

This time he slid into the booth right next to her, effectively trapping her. She tried to cower into the corner but she couldn't get away from him as he leaned closer. Then she felt a sharp prick in her side and she yelped. She looked down to see a small penknife pressed into her skin, making itself known by indenting her skin, not enough to cut but enough to hurt and scare her frozen stiff.

He leaned over and licked her cheek, leaving a trail of saliva and she shivered, trying to think of what to do to get herself out of this situation.

“Look, sir, I think you’re under the wrong impression I’m not a-aaahh" she gasped as he pressed the knife in more, silencing her with it.

“A worthless cunt who thinks she’s too good for me? Yeah, I saw how you’re dressed when you walked that ass in here. You’re a fucking whore who has no right to deny a guy what he wants.” he brought his mouth to her neck and sucked on it roughly as his other hand made its way to her chest. He gripped her right tit to the point where she whimpered and he pressed the knife again, warning her if she made any sudden movements or sounds he’d gut her like a fish.

His hold finally loosened and his hand went in search of softer grounds. He ran his rough fingers along her exposed stomach before forcing them up under her shirt, feeling her mounds over the white lace she had been so proud of. He hooked his fingers around the brim of her bra and ripped down, scratching her right breast and making her hiss in pain.

He gripped her again painfully and he brought his mouth over to hers. May’s face wrinkled with disgust as he forced his whiskey soaked tongue down her throat and as he pinched her nipple.

He forced his way over to her other tit and digged his nails into her nipple, pulling it down sharply. She gasped into his mouth and whimpered, desperate for someone, anyone to see her despair.

After he had left several angry nail marks in her tender flesh he withdrew his hand. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her head against the wall as he bent to breathe over her chest. He sunk his teeth down on her right tit, biting hard. She wanted to scream but the pressure of his knife made her highest noise a soft whine that was drowned out by the music.

He went back up to her mouth as his hand traveled southward, past her sky blue breasts with his bitemar imprinted on the cloth, past her stomach which she had sucked in to flee his advance and down to the bottom of her skirt.

He whispered huskily into her ear the things he wanted to do to her, his pleasure from assaulting her very clear by his gritty voice and the bulge in his pants.

He moved the knife up under her shirt and rested the length of the blade under her right breast so that he could rub her nipple while his other hand clawed it's way up her thighs. Her white panties were the only resistance she had from his invasive fingers.

“Oh look at this you fucking slut, you’re wet for me. You whore. You'll like what I have in store for you.”

Unceremoniously he pushed aside her white roses and plunged two oversized fingers into her cunt. The force of the entry made her jump in her seat and gasp, which he silenced with his tongue again. She whined into his mouth as he pumped his fingers into her, matching her noises with his own grunts.

His hold on the knife was shaky and May was terrified he’d slice her open with how madly he dug his finger into her nipple. She hated herself for how turned on she was as his fingers pistoned into her.

“You’re so fucking tight I wish I could bust your cunt open right now over this table. You’re a virgin aren't you? So fucking tight.” He moaned into her mouth, his hips moving as if he were fucking her in that moment.

She tried to turn her head away again, this time he let her as he panted against her neck. She could feel his drool run down her shoulder and she groaned. His fingering was harsh and fast and it was working on her in the worst of ways.

What he did next nearly made her scream. He pulled his fingers out of her slit to where they almost fell out and he shoved them back in with an addition- straight into her asshole. The sudden shock of pain as he shoved his pinky up to his knuckle inside her raw hole made her shriek.

“That, whore, is called the shocker. You like that, don't you? Having a finger up your ass.” He taunted her as he fucked both her holes with his fingers. His panting got heavier before he groaned and his body jerked forwards towards her, his sweaty head resting on her shoulder as he came in his pants. He had kept his hand fully inside her as he did.

He withdrew his hand after pushing them inside her sharply once more, forcing another gasp out of the young girl. He paused for a moment with his hand at her inner thigh before moving back up to her wet slit, moving her white panties over her abused holes and giving her two degrading pats over them.

He leaned back and licked his two glistening fingers as he looked at her face twisted with disgust and shameful heat.

“Thanks for the dance, cunt.” He said before taking his knife out from under her shirt. He kissed the blade and slid it in his pocket as he abandoned her in the booth, shaking, vulnerable and full of self-loathing.

May watched him go back to the bar, and only when his focus was completely on the liquor in his hand did she leave her plate half eaten and slip out of the tavern, quickly running up the stairs and locking her door behind her. She fell against the door and sobbed, holding her knees and rocking.

She looked at the crumpled paper in her hand, trying to quell the turmoil inside her, hoping his words would calm her down. After reading his instructions a few times she stood up and went over to the shower shakily. She put the note down on the counter and went inside the shower fully clothed. She reeked of whiskey and could feel the drunkard’s hands and lips everywhere she didn't want them to be.

May cried as she peeled the clothing off of her and dropped it onto the floor. Her bra was torn on the right side, ruining it. Her panties that held in her shameful puffed lips rolled as she slid herself out of them. Taking off each soaked thigh high felt like she had been clipped just before she had learned to fly.

She hated herself for being turned on still from the assault so she turned the water from hot to cold. She gasped as her body responded to the sudden temperature change by shaking and covering herself with her arms.

After she had calmed down and her lips were blue, she stepped out of the shower and into a soft towel. She dried her hand off to pick up the note and add it to the first one on her night stand. It hurt her that the paper had been crumpled. She would be more careful next time.

She found an oversized hoodie and slipped it on and pulled the hood over her head. She then crawled into bed and turned her alarm off. May had wished that the cold shower had completely killed the ache in her abdomen but she still felt the urge to finish. No, she told herself, he wouldn't have the satisfaction of getting her off by finger raping her. Her ache could wait until the morning to be reclaimed properly.

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