The Coffee Shop 3: Free Blowjob With Every Purchase (sample)

Summary: Sunny’s work weeks at the café have gone from a week of free anal with every purchase to a week of free blowjobs with every purchase. It’s been a tiring month and she’s only two weeks in!

At least Cassandra, her tall, buxom, blonde co-worker, is in to help take care of the customers and right on time.

Sunny’s shift is almost over, but she’s got one more big customer to handle, but can she handle that much?

It’s a world where businesses regularly sell the sexual services of their workers to make extra profit, but this particular coffee shop has decided to try an experiment. Will the coffee shop earn more by offering the sexual services of its baristas free with every purchase?

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Sunny looked over her shoulder at the new sign and sighed. Her petite, boyish body sagged under the weight of the last few weeks. She ran a hand over her closely cropped hair and gave her one long braid hair, a lock she grew just behind her left ear, a little tug.

“Last week it was anal. This week it’s blowjobs. How the fuck am I supposed to get any coffee made when I’ve got to deal with cocks fucking me all damn day?” she groused.

She cast a few more spurious glares at the sign hung behind her that said, “Free blowjob with every purchase” while she continued her work.

She polished another glass and tried not to think about the thick taste of all the cocks that had cum in her mouth that day. She wasn’t completely sure if she’d swallowed more cum than she had to wash off her face that day or if it was the other way around.

A little bit of cum from her last customer dripped off her chin and fell onto the counter where she swiftly wiped it up with the little red towel her boss had told her not to mix up with the towel for drying dishes. It was almost soaked enough that she would need to get a new one if her shift wasn’t about to end.

When the chime on the door rang, she almost couldn’t bring herself to look up, but it was her job. Serve coffee, smile at the customers, take an endless line of dicks in the ass one week and a bigger line of cocks down her throat the next. Just all part of being a barista.

“Hi. What can I get you today?” she asked.

The man standing in front of her must have been in his mid-forties. His hair was salt and pepper, a little wild from the wind he’d just walked in from. He was wearing a blue blazer and a white dress shirt. The little brown briefcase he placed on the floor looked like it had been tossed around a few times over the years.

“Uh. Yeah. I’ll just have a cup of coffee. Whatever your biggest size is,” he said.

“Would you- I mean you seem pretty busy but… I’m supposed to ask. Would you like the special with that?” she asked, pointing a thumb at the sign behind her.

“Huh?” He looked at the sign for a moment and then back at her. “Uh. Look. You’re… You’re a cute girl and all, but I really just want some coffee.”

“Oh. Oh. Well. Uh. Cool. Here you go.”

She poured his cup of coffee out of a large carafe and handed it to him. Collected the money and watched him wander around before picking a seat near the window.

“Do you actually feel let down that he didn’t want you to suck his cock? What’s wrong with you, Sunny? Just enjoy that fact that your jaw gets a rest,” she thought.

When the bell chimed again while her back was turned to the door, she didn’t want to look.

“C'mon! Five minutes! I have five minutes and then the next girl comes in for her shift,” she thought.

“Hey, Sunny, what’s up?” Cassandra’s familiar, painfully perky voice asked.

Sunny turned and smiled a thin smile. “Oh, you know. Making coffee. Sucking dick. How about you?”

“Sucking dick and making coffee,” Cassandra said while sliding behind the counter with Sunny and putting on her apron.

Sunny looked over Cassandra’s long, slender figure. She was tall, blonde, thin around the middle, and round at the hips and breasts. There had been several men who complained that she’d been sick the week before when the café was giving away free anal with every purchase. If her blonde hair was bleached, she never let any roots show.

“That guy already get his freebie?” she asked, pointing her delicate chin towards their one customer.

“He said he didn’t want it. Guess he just wants to drink his coffee in peace and-” Sunny realized she was talking to air and that Cassandra was already halfway across the room.

“Hello, sir. I see you’ve ordered one of our fine cups of coffee. Are you enjoying it?” she asked him.

He looked up, blinked a few times as if coming out of a dream, and then looked up and down the entire length of Cassandra’s young, perfectly proportioned body.

“I… Uh.. yes. It’s very good coffee. Thank you,” he said.

“Sunny says you decided to pass on the special, but if you’ve changed your mind, I’d be happy to see to you,” she said, leaning forward and showing off her cleavage.

“I… Well… Yes. Actually, that sounds… um… fine,” he said.

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