I swear I just took the job because it was more money. That’s the only reason. After all why wouldn’t I take a job that was the same amount of work for a whole lot more money?
Even if it meant I was wearing only a bikini.
I am now a Bikini Barista, in my little booth with everyone coming up and putting in their orders. Every inch of me on full display. All of their eyes running over my body. Making me blush. Making me tremble.
I love my new job.
I want to show off for them.
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She was dancing the whole time, but this time she was dancing around me. This time she wasn’t hesitating to touch me, to spin around me and on me. Her body never stopped touching me, feeling me, exploring me.
And my eyes were locked with the customer. With the man whose name I didn’t know who was watching all of this with interest that was clear and obvious. Any shyness he had was melting away, he wasn’t going to miss a minute of this.
I felt myself moving too, moving for him and moving with her, turning to her as she turned to me. I let my hands reach out to feel her too, my fingers running over her tight body and feeling her writhe beneath my touch.
I was on fire, my whole body vibrating with need. The need to touch and be touched. The need to be watched. The need to be wanted.
Mel was turning me with each movement, making sure that I was always facing him. That I could always see him. That we were always pushing this forward.
Until she did with me what I thought I would never do.