"Excuse me. I ordered a double, and I can barely taste the girl cum in this flat white." She stared you down over her cat eye sunglasses while holding out her paper cup accusingly. Your shoulders tensed as you took her in. A tan blazer over white satin blouse, both perfectly fitted and immaculately clean. 

She had just cut to the front of the line, pushing aside a confused looking man in a flannel and beanie. The morning rush was in full swing; there were at least a dozen people behind the woman now glaring at you. Behind you, you could hear your coworkers frantically trying to fill the half dozen orders you had taken in the past six minutes. On the other side of the counter, the other customers were murmuring–a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. 

You tried to bite back your frustration, putting on what you hoped was a concerned expression. You prepared a practiced series of apologies and empathetic reassurances, but she cut you off before you could finish drawing breath. 

"Look, I'm a regular here and know the owner, so I'm expecting you to fix this right now." Her lips pursed further. Her eyes were piercingly blue. Despite yourself, meeting her gaze made your heart skip. "Well what are you waiting for? Lift up your skirt and fix this."

Your cheeks reddened. “Ma’am, there are a dozen other custo..” Something about her glare made you falter. The split second was all the opportunity she needed. 

She moved to stand in front of the bar entrance. "If you wanted privacy you should have thought of that before messing up my order. I don't care if people are watching. Come here." She curled her finger at you. You noted her manicured nail–white, matching her blouse, each coming to a fine point.

“Ma’am, I really can’t…” you began to object, but she interrupted you again. 

"You can either fix this now or I can call the owner.” She paused, watching you expectantly. When you didn’t move, she reached for her purse. 

A spike of adrenaline hit you, and, without really thinking it through, you stepped forward. 

“Good girl,” she said as soon as you moved closer. Her voice sent shivers down your spine. It was stern but velvety. “Go on. Keep going.” 

Your eyes darted from the woman in sunglasses to the other customers. The moment your gaze drifted from her, she sucked her teeth, pulling your attention back to her.

"Yes, in front of the counter.” She pointed at the ground in front of her. “Go on, I've been inconvenienced enough already.”

Nervously, you lifted the counter top and walked forward. 

Behind her, you could make out the other customers shifting and talking. They were beginning to gather behind the woman with the flat white. 

Blood was pounding in your ears now, but you could make out whispered snippets from the other customers. “She’s not really going to…?” 

“...long is this going to take?” 

“...that skirt…” 

The man in the bennie stepped forward. “Come on. You’re going to make us all late.” 

The woman in the sunglasses whipped around and glared him down. Without saying anything she raised her index finger. Seeing him blink and pause, she turned back to you. "Stand in front of me. I'll hold the cup under you. Your hands are going to be busy anyway."

Your eyes darted to her face. The slightest hint of a sneer was beginning to form there. As you met her gaze, it widened. 

"Lift up your skirt,” she commanded, still staring you down. 

You glanced imploringly at the crowd gathered behind her, but no one met your gaze. They were watching you. Waiting to see what you’d do. 

Your heart still pounding, you reached for the hem of your skirt and lifted. 

There was a ripple of murmurs and raised eyebrows from the crowd. You realized, mortified, that everyone must be able to see how excited you were getting.  

The woman was smiling openly now, letting her gaze trail along your body. “Now pull aside your panties.”

Closing your eyes, you acquiesced. You felt the cold air against your sex and gasped as you felt yourself pop out of your underwear. You could hear the woman hum approvingly. Behind her was a shocked mixture of gasps and cries. 

“Girl girl,” she cooed. “Look at that cute little clit.” She sucked her teeth chidingly. “You're already getting hard. I should have known you'd like this."

You moaned half in embarrassment and half in arousal. Your brain was screaming for you to run away, but the panic kept you frozen in place. You opened your eyes to see her still staring you in the eyes. The crowd behind her was openly gawking at your body. 

"Well what are you waiting for?" she asked, still smiling while maintaining a stern glare. "Stroke it."

Releasing your grip on the hem of your skirt, you let one hand fall between your legs. You were already aching, and you could feel the slick wetness collecting there. It was surprisingly easy to let your fingers glide along your length. 

"That's it.” she cooed encouragingly. “See, you can be a useful little girl after all." Stepping forward she held out the cup, holding it just beneath the tip of your sex. 

Your heart skipped and a moan escaped your lips. Despite your panic and embarrassment, fantasies of the woman with her hand on your neck, her fingers woven through your hair, began to fill your mind. 

You heard a buzz of curious excitement from the crowd as she laughed at you openly. "Look at that dainty little grip.”

You realized with shock that you had begun stroking yourself. “Stroking with just the tips of your fingers?” she cooed mockingly. “You really can't help but be a dainty little toy can you? How anyone could have mistaken you for a boy is beyond me," she chuckled. 

"You're already making such pathetic little noises. You really must be enjoy this, huh?" she asked mockingly, eliciting another moan from you. 

You bucked as a wave of pleasure hit you.

"Uh uh uh,” she chided, annoyance suddenly clear in her voice. “Stand up straight and stay over the cup! If you mess up my order twice in a row, you'll regret it."

As she met your gaze again, another wave of pleasure hit you, forcing a squeal from you and another spasm through your thighs. 

"Stop bucking your hips!” she cried angrily. 

Panic shooting through you, you pulled your hand from between your legs. It was slick now, obvious for anyone in the crowd to see.  

As you drew your hand away, the woman let out an annoyed hiss. "Keep stroking!”

Desperate to make this ordeal end, you moved your hand back, trying to tease yourself gently enough to keep a straight posture. 

“Don't slow down!”

You whined in panic and frustration. You wanted to stop her criticism. You wanted to get away from the crowd gawking at you. And, if you were honest with yourself, you were increasingly desperate to relieve the ache between your legs. “It’s hard,” you whined dumbly, the words spilling from your lips before you thought them through. 

She smiled at you cruelly. “What do you mean it's hard? That's obvious,” she said as she glanced below your skirt.

Your checks burned in embarrassment. You noticed that hers were flushed as well. She was leaning in closer now relishing your embarrassment. Catching a flash of light and motion in your periphery, your eyes darted down her blouse–just long enough to catch sight of a silver key dangling between her breasts from a silver chain. Reflexively, your eyes widened and you pulled your gaze back. As you met hers, her smile widened further. 

“But if you can't do a simple task like this, I guess I'll have to help.” she continued, as if she hadn’t just caught you peeking. She took another step closer. Still holding the cup in place, she reached up to run her fingers through the hair at the base of your neck. Her fingers fully cupped your scalp for a moment before she curled them, firmly gripping your hair at the base. Her tightening grip pulled your head back against her knuckles. She lifted just enough to force you to arch your back. 

You whined again in pleasure, losing track of the room as your eyes rolled back. When you came to your senses again, she was staring into your eyes. 

"Go on. Faster,” she hissed, inches from your face now. “Come on. Be a useful little server.” 

Without hesitation you increased the pace of your stroking, waves of pleasure were hitting you one after another now. 

“That's it,” she cooed encouragingly. 

You bucked and squealed a final time, feeling the waves of pleasure peak, sending you cascading down. 

"Ohhh, there you go,” she cried, ecstatic. “Good girl.”

She released her grip on your hair, causing your quivering body to slump against the counter behind you. Shocks of pleasure were still coursing through you, causing your thighs to clench. Looking around, panting and gasping, you could see the crowd gathered around you. It was easily a dozen people now. Most were staring at you wide-eyed, red cheeks. They were whispering and talking, but you were too overstimulated to make any sense of it.  

Looking down at your slumped form, the woman took a long draw from her flat white. 

"There that's more like it.” She smiled, satisfaction written across her face. 

“Now in the future,” she began sternly. “Make sure you get my order right. Or we'll have to do this all over again.”