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A Strange Charm | rhetorical | 6

 

You make it to the coffee shop without meeting anyone else, just a few cars driving by on the street. The shop is typically busy: a few people in line, a few customers at tables chatting.

As you walk in the door, you scan the store for Carrie, but she doesn't seem to be here yet. But you do see more than one set of eyes flit to you as you walk in. The men don't seem to take much notice of you, but the women definitely seem to notice (what could charitably be called) your state of partial dress.

One black-haired woman chatting with her boyfriend glances at your crotch, tilts her head as if looking at something odd, and smiles before turning back to her friend, her face flushing a little. A couple of teenaged girls are looking at you with an expression of exaggerated scandal, and giggle behind their hands before turning to each other to whisper furiously to each other.

Another young woman sitting alone, a brunette with curvy hair, is looking to you with a friendly but quizzical expression on her face. You give her a friendly smile, but go to stand in line: if you weren't expecting to meet up with Carrie any minute, you'd feel in the mood to introduce yourself.

No-one else seems to take notice of you, either busy chatting with others, or waiting in line with their backs to you, until you reach the cashier, a blonde about your age, who you often see working here. She gets a good look at your firm erection as you walk up to the till. Her face blooms an impish smile, and you swear that you see her nipples tighten underneath her store uniform, below her name-tag, which reads "Janine".

"Hi there big guy," she flirts with you. She normally flirts with you as she takes your order, but not usually this hard. "You already look wide awake to me, do you really need something from me?"

You decide to play along a little. "Well, I didn't sleep much last night. I would like to lay down and nestle somewhere warm," you quip.

Janine smiles and blushes at your response. "Can I provide you with some... stimulation, sir?"

"Just some of that hot, sweet liquid you always make for me, Janine," you croon to her.

She laughs good-naturedly. "Oh god," she says. "Okay, okay. A venti correto like usual?" she asks her eyes shining at you.

"That'd be... swell," you respond. She almost breaks into a laughing fit. The barista at the actual coffee machine, a freckled university-aged redhead, looks to you and Janine with a smile. "Children, behave!"

You pay for your coffee and wait by the barista, who chats with you. "Mmm, that's some nice cologne you're wearing," she says to you. "I'm surprised I can smell it even over the coffee."

You're confused for a moment. "I didn't put on any cologne this morning."

The red-head looks at you with a skeptical smile. "Shya, right. I suppose you smell perfectly delicious just naturally, huh? I almost want to give you a lick to see how you taste," she says. Your cock throbs, and your eyebrows jump. "Oh god, that's not what I meant!" she said with a laugh, blushing furiously. Janine almost collapses on the floor in hysterics while the other customers wait.

The redhead gives you your coffee. As you reach out to grab it, she grasps your wrist, and leans over to smell it. You see her pupils dilate, and she looks to you intently as she gives it a quick lick. "Mmm," she coos, and quickly moves to write her number on the lid of your cup. "My name's Alice. Call me."

You smile at her, and turn to find a table. You hear a gasp from Alice, who only sees that you're hard and half-naked once you move away from the counter.

 

Does Carrie arrive soon? What happens?


          Carrie arrives at the shop

          The raven-haired girlfriend says hello

 
 
 

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