The Hired Exhibitionist

Sally works at an unconventional coffee shop that offers their patrons more than just coffee and dessert. Everything in the cafe is up for sale… including her. It is only her second day there and she feels completely overwhelmed.

Her first customer is a man who enjoys using clamps and ropes, binding her hands and telling her to go on her knees to retrieve items using a magnetic clamp attached to her… intimate areas. When she fails the task, he punishes her by pressing her up against the glass window and takes her raw and unprotected in front of strangers.

Before she has a chance to catch her breath, her second customer arrives. The older gentlemen doesn't want to touch her himself. He prefers to give directions and watch as she is filled in every hole.

It's going to be another unforgettable shift.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

“Hello,” he grins like a shark that has scented prey.

She's prey. She licks her lips, “May I show you to your seat?” she manages to say the words out loud without stuttering, which she counts as a massive success considering how her brain has completely disengaged the moment her eyes landed on him.

“You may,” he says and she turns around in order to catch her breath. It's hard to think with him all up in her space looking the way he does. She seats him a little away from the fucking couple, sensing that he isn't the kind of guy who wants to be interrupted. “What's your safe word?” he asks the moment he's settled into his seat.

“Um…” she doesn't have one, but she has read about it before. “The traffic light system works for me,” she says, remembering something she's read in a book somewhere.

He nods. “Will you allow me to dominate your body tonight?”

Her mouth has gone completely dry. His foreplay leaves a lot to be desired, but that's why he's in a place like this, she supposes. No need for games and playing hard to get. Just straight to the point and a fervent race to ecstasy. “Yes, sir,” she says.

He nods and pulls her towards him until she's standing between her legs. He kisses her hard on the mouth, tongue sliding into the seam of her lips and licking inside her, tasting her. She kisses back. Or tries to anyways. He allows it for a few moments before harshly pulling her back by her hair, causing her to gasp.

“I'm going to push your limits tonight,” he says. “And unless you use your safe word, I am not going to stop. Do you understand?”

A noticeable shiver runs through her entire body. She nods jerkily, her pupils blown black with desire, heat gathering in her body as she looks up at him. Her lips are already swollen from the kiss, and the way he's holding here with a large palm on her back makes her feel trapped and completely exposed despite still feeling fully dressed. She feels like he's looking straight into her soul. “Please, sir.” Her voice is quiet and uneven, trembling with lust.

“Begging already?” he clicks his tongue in disapproval and releases her, leaving her feeling cold without his touch. “I want your clothes off and on your knees,” he says and gestures to someone behind her.

She jumps in surprise when Archie materializes beside her and sets a small bag beside her clothes in front of the powerful stranger.