DhampirLover: maybe. Lol I doubt the general shave any more self-control though. lol

kera69love: yeah me to…we've gotten close a few times though I don't remember which episodes those were...or if I'm recalling the more manga based stuff.

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Coffee hijinks

Drabble 405

Usagi POV

I look at the clock on the wall and count down the last fifteen minutes. I'm not normally at the counter to check people in for pre-orders but the place gets so packed on certain days. To aid the oncoming people traffic Motoki has us take in orders for those that know what they want so that those that need to take their time can take their place at the booths and be waited on by the waitstaff we have.

It's a new system but it has been working out well as those that already know what they want are in line and those who don't aren't therefore the line is NOT going out the door. Like it was a few weeks ago when Motoki started to brand some of Makoto's delicious home-baked goods as new items for sale and more people were coming in. Especially for some of her drink ideas as she was helping out part-time as a baker here.

One wouldn't think of an arcade for sweets but since the arcade was an expansion of Crown and had diner items, as a limited 'promotion' which was just short for 'seeing how this pans out', her baked goods were put in the area on the empty counters closest to the back. It would also discourage people from trying to sneak into the back as we had a few people try to do to 'see if their order was ready yet'.

Motoki made sure to put the flappable counter down and put the treats on top of it to prevent customers from making attempts to as one customer did get in the back once when we were really busy. Motoki was so stunned by the act, he initially didn't know what to do as they really hadn't tried it before. He put it off to new people in the area but when it persisted a few more times despite the signs he put in place for safety and sanitation purposes people were either 'not seeing it' or outright ignoring it.

Either way, Motoki had enough of that and gave out polite warnings. Once Makoto made her 'joking suggesting' to 'sell her baked goods' on the counter and thus blocking access to the back area and visibility to where the cooks were Motoki took advantage and decided to see if it would actually help increase sales at the same time. Turns out it was a financial success. The sugar highs helped kids wanting to play longer at the games and gave older teens something to nibble on while enjoying some idle gossip.

For the adults, it gave them a reprieve from their kids for a moment while they secretly indulged in her dark chocolate muffins as they paired greatly with a morning cup of coffee. Which is why I was stuck at the cash register. Motoki was brewing three more pots of coffee and the one closest to me still had a cup or two left in it so he decided it could go to the next two customers for it in line.

I didn't protest as I didn't like coffee either way but these people were hungry. Especially now that the store hours were extended for these particular days too. Made more money for us to work but it also meant longer hours. So when my umpteenth customer of the day ordered the second to last cup of coffee, two sugars, and all along with the last chocolate chip scone, I was getting beat and in need of the break.

I looked over to see Mamoru nodding to me with his own coffee patiently waiting for me to get done and take a break. Just when I saw a gap in the form of the doors closed and not having heard the bell signaling new customers for at least five minutes I figured that the last lady in line was my final customer for this shift. That's when Motoki's sister comes up to me.

"Go ahead I've got her. We can just do a quick shift change." She begins to hit the drawer to count me down as its standard practice to make sure that everything is even at the end of any break or shift change." You could use a break."

I smile in thanks and am about to tell her that I can handle the last one as it is just one more to go when the last thing I expected to happen happens. All at once, I feel my pigtail being grabbed. Seriously, grabbed and not a grab one likes either.

I look over to see if it was a mistake. Maybe it got caught on something but no, this lady has my hand in a firm grip in her hand, "Oh no you're not, I've been waiting for ten minutes for my coffee and I see that it's down to the last cup in that pot. That's no good, so I not only want to be serviced NOW but I also want a fresh pot served to me...NOW!"

I try to pull away but she yanks harder. "Lady let go!" I try.

Motoki's little sister is in shock at seeing this and gasps.

"I can't help you if I'm bent over or around like this" I try to assuage her logic. Wrong choice.

"And let you take off and run, I don't think so. Now bend around, get me my coffee and make sure it's a fresh brew, and besides your hair is long enough, you can do it while being...like this."

I turn and see the triumphant expression on her face.

"My hair is not a leash! Let me go!" I warn and raise my voice, I try to pull back but she yanks me down till I almost face-plant on the counter.

"Listen here you're the one in customer service, I'm a customer, you serve me. Got it?" she yanks hard enough for me to cry out in pain and it's at this point that my hair gets roughly pulled on again.

Only this time I can hear Mamoru as he grabs at the lady and demands, "Let her go!"

She screeches, "Never get between me and my coffee, you big tree! Stay out of this!"

When she goes to take a wack at him, I take advantage and pull my hair from her grasp. Seeing as she lost her grip, she tries to reach for me again only for me to push her purse back at her. She thankfully goes to catch it versus grabbing for my hair still

"NO!" I snap at her. She looks taken aback and I'm wondering if she's ever even heard the word said to her before. She almost looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language and as I look her over, she's clearly NOT a tourist.

"Excuse me?" she says, like her brain computing that I just told her no. It was almost amusing to see her brain try to process the words, almost like a DSL dial-up model and the little bar was loading...failing then loading again. If I wasn't so pissed about my hair I might have laughed.

"You heard me, if you're going to be this disrespectful and over a stupid cup of coffee no less, there are far better reasons to get into spats over but this?! No! Not only are you NOT getting a freshly brewed cup of coffee but now you're getting kicked out."

She looked stunned as her voice hit a level of screech that made me momentarily wince, "How dare you deny me service. Do you know who I am?"

I looked her over. No amount of visuals was helping me to place the woman.

"I am the owner's daughter."

I couldn't stop the snickering if I wanted to as even Motoki's sister joined me. She then demanded, "What's so funny?"

I looked to my co-worker as she stepped up and keeping in tune with what was going on said, "Gee I didn't know I had a long-lost sister, seeing as my dad is the owner of this place and my brother works with us. Hey Motoki!" She calls out making the women blush and fluster a bit.

He comes out, "What's going on?"

Just as he asks it the lady tries to talk only for his sister to talk over her. "We apparently have a sister we didn't know about." She looks overly sweetly at the lady who was now red with embarrassment. Just as she tries to leave out my co-worker calls out, "Consider yourself banned from here till you can learn how to be civil."

The door slams shut hard as I say, "I need to go check on my hair."

His sister waves me off as she explains to him what happened and why as I go to the restroom to see if any strands lost the fight of the tug of war. As a few natural hairs fall out Mamoru comes up behind me.

"How are you?" he asks as I wince.

"That stupid lady really tugged hard on my hair," I couldn't stop whining, it really had hurt terribly.

"Yeah don't get me wrong I love my coffee too but that was just too much," he agrees.

I turn to him. "Seriously it's ground-up beans that you need to add sugar and creamer to just to make it NOT taste like sludge, what is the big obsession? What is the quantifiable reasoning to do THIS…," I emphasize on the few strands that came out while tugging. "To an innocent person?!" I damn near shriek.

He puts his arms on my sides, "I agree...well with the fact that there's NO reason to do this to a person." He then looks at me, "As for the coffee, there's not many different types of roasts, things to add, that makes it so..."

I see him getting lost in the flavor pallet that his mind is going through as I snap him out of it. "Hey, I need to get away from that line of thinking and not get you closer to it."

He shakes his head, "Right your right. Hey, I know a good distraction."

Before I can ask 'what?' he takes my lips into his own and kisses me. Yes, he does have a way of making me forget about my problems, especially work-related cause here I was in the employee restroom, pushed up against the sink by my boyfriend who had his arms wrapped around me...and I was loving every second of it. My anger from the lady was turning to passion for this man that was lovingly keeping my mind from her as his hands roamed and pulled at the apron around my waist.

Once he got it off he tugged gently at the skirt I was wearing but seeing as it was buttoned up all along the sides he 'harumped' at it and dropped down to his knees, spread my legs, and began to go to town between them. Leaving me stunned for a moment before he stopped and looked up.

"No panties?"

I grinned, "I have them in my purse, I was hoping we'd be able to have some fun on my break."

He catches the grin. "Naughty girl."

I smiled, "Only for you." I continued to smile as he pulled up on my legs to wrap around his waist as I felt him pressing himself into me. His long length was already at the forefront pressing into the zipper of his pants which were now digging into me. This doesn't last too long however as he shoved his pants down revealing his thick and very big member to my gaze. I could never stop being amazed by how that thing could fit into me. Nor how he managed to hit every nerve ending and make me whimper and whine for more yet a few short seconds later, once he felt me down there and gave me a few quick finger pumps, he rubbed my lower lips, giving them a gentle coating of my own fluid since he tongue only did so much in the limited timing. He aligned himself just right and pushed in. I let out a large gasp and gripped the edges of the sink.

He leaned in and suddenly I felt a shift beneath me. I knew this sink wouldn't hold us. It wasn't meant to.

"Mamo..."

He must have felt it as he looked at me and then lifted me from it and pushed me against the closed door. Putting pressure on the knob to prevent it from jiggling with each movement we developed a slow rhythm that had the wood of the door protesting. We did what we could to stop our muffled laughs and groans of enjoyment.

We were both too invested in enjoying the moment as we were in controlling our sounds as the sounds of the busy arcade were NOT too far away from us. Therefore, OUR sounds weren't too far away from the diners. The rhythm was going well, and the ease of pushing in and out was growing on us both as he moved into me over and over again, my own hips pushed away from the door on each occasion to give him push back when needed.

I unwrapped my legs from around his waist to push my gym shoes that were still on in place as he just lifted up my skirt, and placed them for leverage on the door. Gently I was able to give more in this lovemaking than beforehand. Mamoru pushed harder at me, pressing his cock even deeper into me as we started to speed up the pace. Our bodies molded together perfectly as our sounds began to grow.

Realizing we might be getting too loud I bite my lip to stop the sounds from reaching outside. He saw this and pressed his face into my neck, muffling his grunts and groans into it. I realized the dilemma about biting my lip, with the amount of pleasure coursing through me, as he continued to plunge himself into me on repeat, I was going to bite a hole through it so I gave up and lurched my head forward to clamp my mouth into his own neck.

He grunted from the force of it but only continued to pound into me. "Damn Usa..." he groaned as his pace and jamming member only got harder and faster. I was now whimpering as I was trying to keep my voice down. It was hard though when all you wanted to do was call out your lover's name on repeat as he make hard sweet love to you.

Just when I thought I was going to come he pulls out and sets me on my feet. He gets this revved-up expression on his face as he spins me around, pulls back enough to force me to bend over, gently, of course, presses himself back inside again as my back is still to the door but now my rear is up in the air and my legs are by my shoulders and face. The position throws me off as he begins his pace once more. Placing both hands on my hips he slams into me once more, again and again.

I can't stop as I feel the orgasm rising through me. I call out for more, forgetting my voice though it doesn't sound too loud. Probably due to my position as he gently demands of me in a throat passionate voice, "Hold your legs."

I wrap my arms around my legs without a second thought as I did also need something to hold onto as he put his palms flat against the door, changed his angle forward, and began to jerk and slam home into me.

The position granted him more power and control but also gave me more pleasure than I thought was possible in this position. He jerked several more times, my own legs twitching and nearly giving out till he caught me and hoisted me up against him as I came...hard. My clit was throbbing, my walls clenching and finally, I felt his length twitch before exploding into my hot tight sheath.

He pumped in several more times before pulling out to pull me back upright. Holding me in his arms as we both came back to earth...mentally that is. We finally regained our breathing as he refused to let me go. I didn't both to get out of his arms though.

"That was...wow..." was all I could muster as I felt both of our juices dripping down my legs. I should be embarrassed by it, yet after all of our time together I still hold nothing of the sort.

I've come to a point with us where I've given up on trying to act as if I care people can tell that I've had sex with my boyfriend. I'll still make myself presentable but I'm not going to let anyone make me feel lesser than others just cause I have a happy sex life. I'd love to go for round two but there's no time for that and I'm still hungry, maybe even more so now than before.

"Let's get something to eat," I suggest as I walk out of there, wobbly, but happy in his distraction for me. "I'm suddenly famished."