This story will be the same concept I used for:
Alphabet girls (Dean Ambrose)
Colour girls (Braun Strowman)
Element girls (AJ Styles)
Deadly sins girls (Drew McIntyre)
Day girls (Baron Corbin)
Season girls (Jeff Hardy)
Month girls (Roman Reigns)
Scandinavian girls (Buddy Murphy)
Egg girls (Seth Rollins)
Sense girls (Finn Balor)
Eye girls (Damian Priest)
Only with coffee instead. One story/girl per coffee. Since there's so many different coffee orders out there, I've decided only to use the three types I hear most people order in coffee shops. Cafe latte, cappuccino and black coffee. I hope you'll enjoy.
As always, thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and reviews. It means so much to me. You guys make me smile everytime. Thank you so much.
Aleister sipped on his cafe latte and made a face. It was too sweet. He thought this place would have options but they only served cafe latte. Apparently this was done because the speaker Effie only drank that and she wanted to connect with her fans more. To Aleister is just seemed selfish to force her own taste on people like that but he really craved coffee so he sucked it up.
"True nice guys don't need to tell the world that they're nice. If they feel the need to say that, they're the Reddit version of nice guys. The ones to avoid. They're also the ones to call you bitch seconds later when you reject them. So much for being nice, huh?" Effie said.
Aleister chuckled. During her speech about so called nice guys, she had shown a lot of screenshots sent to her by women all over the world to prove the point. He already knew she was right. Several of his female friends had come across men like this.
"Thank you all for coming. We're gonna have a small break before Christoph takes over and talks about nice girls. There's coffee and cake for free on the table in the back if you haven't spotted it yet. I swear it's great coffee," Effie said.
"That's debatable," Aleister mumbled.
Her jade green eyes turned to him. She had heard him. He could tell.
"Crap," he whispered.
His voice was drowned out by people clapping. She walked down from the stage. He watched as her medium brown ponytail bounched up and down as she took the three steps down. To his surprise she walked straight over to him.
"What's wrong with the coffee?" She asked.
"Nothing if you like cafe latte," he said.
"And you don't?" She asked.
"Not really," he shrugged. "I mean, it's not bad. It's just too sweet for my liking."
"And I didn't even have them add syrup," she said.
"Caramel, chocolate or vanilla?" He asked.
"I like all," she smirked. "But tonight I would have gone with vanilla."
She eyed him up and down and he knew there was something hidden in that sentence that she didn't say out loud. Vanilla as in his light skin tone. She was coming on to him in a way he had never tried before. He decided to be bold and straight forward.
"What happens if I turn you down?" He asked.
"I'll accept it," she said. "I'm not a so called nice girl. What double standard would that be to set if I can't handle rejection?"
"And what happens if I take you up on the offer?" He asked.
"That depends," she said.
"On what?" He asked.
"Whether you want it done right now or play the waiting game and go home with me later," she answered.
He looked around the room before turning his eyes back to her. He smirked and leaned in a bit closer.
"The coffee might suck but you're fine as fuck," he said. "I'd love to wipe the coffee station clean and just throw you on the table in front of everyone, but I doubt that's a good idea in the long run. So what do we do, Effie? My pants are starting to feel tight, and I can see by the way you're trying to hide that you're crossing your legs, that you feel an annoying ache, and I'm pretty sure your panties are already wet."
"What makes you think I'm wearing panties?" She smirked.
She looked around before turning her jade eyes back to him and nodding.
"Follow me," she said.
She started walking through the room, casually saying a few words here and there when people talked to her. He followed behind at a safe distance so people didn't catch on to what was about to happen.
"Everyone please find your seats again. Our next speaker is ready in two minutes," a voice said.
Aleister turned his head to see a woman on stage running the show. People started moving back to their seats. He turned his head the other way again and saw that Effie wasn't in front of him anymore. He quickly slipped unseen out of the door and spotted her further down the hallway. She smirked at him over her shoulder before walking into the ladies room. He picked up the pace and entered a few seconds after her.
He had barely made it out there before she grabbed his t-shirt, kissed him as if she was starving, and pulled him with her into the stall by the end. She was quick to open his jeans and pull his dick out in the open. Her hand worked it up and down a couple of times before she let go and turned around. She pushed the top lid of the toilet down, placed one knee up on it and leaned forward.
"Fuck me fast," she said.
He pushed her skirt up and smirked at the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. She hadn't been lying minutes before. He ran his fingers up her folds and slid two inside her with ease which earned him a little moan.
"I was right," he said. "So fucking wet."
"Just fuck me already," she said.
He pulled his fingers back out and instead slammed his dick inside her. If she wanted it, she would get it. He grabbed her hips, yanking her back towards him while moving his own hips as fast as he could. He could hear she was trying her hardest to keep her moans as low as possible.
"You better fucking cum!" He growled. "I didn't come here to drink shitty coffee and then end up in here with you, to not earn this fucking hot ass cumming on my dick by the end of it."
He swifted his weight around and managed to find an angle that allowed him to get inside her a little deeper. He didn't slow down the pace. He was determined to get what he wanted. She pressed her lips together and tried to be as quiet as possible when she came. He thrust forward, burying himself inside one final time as he came. He panted for breath and looked down at the woman in front of him.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him.
"Okay?" She giggled. "I'm better than okay. I feel fucking fantastic."
He smirked at her and pulled out of her. She stood back up, turned around, tucked his dick away and closed his pants again. She stood up on her toes and gave him a soft, short kiss.
"I need to clean up before I go back in there, so get out of here," she said.
He nodded, pecked her lips, and let himself out of the stall. He took a quick look in the mirror and fixed his hair before leaving the ladies room to walk back down to catch the final part of the speaker currently on stage.