The Coffee Shop 4: Holes To Go (sample)

Summary: Cassandra is watching over an empty cafe missing the promotional weeks the bosses had run before. Sure, they have a new promotion, but it’s a gamble for the customers and overly complicated, so the boom to business has declined.

However, there’s one guy in during the shift change. One customer. It wouldn’t be a gamble for him. Maybe, just maybe, she could end up his set of holes to go.

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Cassandra looked around the little coffee shop. It was emptier than it had been in weeks. The owners had decided to hold back on the free-with-purchase promotions and the boom in customers had subsided as the realized they wouldn’t be getting to fuck the baristas in their tight asses or pound their cocks between a pair of soft lips, for the price of a cup of coffee.

She unbound her blonde hair, then pulled it all back into a tight ponytail again, straightened her clothes over her ample breasts and round hips, wiped the counter clean, and sighed at the boredom.

The little bell above the door chimed as it opened into the cozy cafe. A figure of a man, which had been fuzzy through the glass, stepped through the open door and looked around. He was a little over six feet tall, had long, thick brown hair, and wore a black tee-shirt and blue jeans.

“Must be a student from the college,” Cassandra thought, looking him up and down. “Too bad it’s not a couple weeks ago. I bet he would have plowed my ass hard.”

“Oh. Hey. This place is pretty empty. I… I heard…”

He seemed unable to complete his sentence. Cassandra smiled at how sweet, innocent, and even cute he was being, despite what he was trying to ask about.

“The free anal or free blowjobs? Sorry, the bosses aren’t running those this week,” she said, frowning genuinely.

“Ah. So, I’m out of luck, huh?” he said well stepping up to the bar and looking up at the menu. “What’s that about ‘Holes To Go’ up there on the sign?”

“Well, that’s a bit different from our other promotions. For starters, you won’t get it just for buying a cup of coffee. It’s more like a lottery that happens sometimes,” she said.

“Really? When? What’s the prize?”

“It’s during the shift change when there’s two or more baristas in the cafe. The 'prize’ is that you get to take one of the baristas with you when you leave the cafe. You get to keep her and fuck her as much as you like until her next shift.”

“Really? You’d think that’d be more popular.” He looked around at the cafe, empty except for himself and Cassandra.

“It’s just that it’s complicated. You have to put in twenty dollars on top of whatever coffee you order and then you get a number. There’s a drawing and if your number is called, you get to choose a barista. If your number doesn’t get called, you’re out twenty bucks,” she explained.

“Ah. I can see how that might drive some guys away… When’s the next shift change, anyway?” he asked.

The chime on the door distracted them both from the conversation for a moment. They watched a short girl, with a small waist, perky petite breasts, and close-cropped hair walk in through the door. She was rubbing the back of her slender neck with one hand and seemed lost in thought.

“Hey, Willow!” Cassandra said.

“Hey, Cassy. You’re on today? I thought Sunny was going to be here. Must have my days mixed up,” Willow said.

“No. You’re right. But a guy took her home at the end of her last shift and she’s completely wore out after three days of fucking. So, I took a shift for her.”

“Oh. That,” Willow said, frowning a little and looking at their one customer. “I had some guy 'win’ me two days ago. He had me sucking his cock so much, my neck still has a kink in it!”

“If you haven’t picked up on it yet. This is the shift change,” Cassandra said to the man, winking at him.

“Really?” He looked back and forth between the two distinctly beautiful women, his face a map of incredulity as he began to realize that he’d win any raffle since he was the only man in the cafe at that moment.

“Can I have a coffee and a… uh…”

“You want to put in twenty for the 'Holes To Go’ raffle,” Cassandra completed his thought for him.

“Yes.” He handed her twenty-five dollars, took his change and wondered if they’d bother with the actual raffle.

Willow walked over to a punch clock, put in her information, and tied an apron over her shoulders and waist. He watched her round ass for a few minutes but soon turned his attention back to Cassandra.

“I’m Tom, by the way. So…”

His eyes walked up and down Cassandra’s body, as much of it as he could see over the counter. Her breasts were large and firm. He hadn’t noticed before, but she wasn’t wearing a bra under her thin blouse. Her nipples, growing harder while he stared, were clearly outlined and dark-pink behind the fabric.

“So, you’re the only guy here and Willow has just clocked in. Which one of us do you want?” she asked.

“Which one,” he mused, looking back and forth between them while Willow walked behind the counter to join Cassandra.

“Maybe you need some samples,” Cassandra offered.

“Samples?”

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