The shop on the corner.

[Luna_Wolf72]

I grinned slightly, pleased with myself. I was already heading for the coffee shop, which was only a few blocks away. That meant I'd see her, even though she was off. That also meant that maybe, I would be able to talk her into a movie or something one night.

I pulled into a parking spot, listening as she finished speaking and then laughed, low in my throat. Oh, she was gonna be so surprised.

"Obviously, you must have thought chillin' at your job was a great idea. Me, personally? If I had your job, I'd probably wanna sit there for a while after work, as well. The scent of all those different coffees..."

I reached the front of the store and spoke again.

"Let me call you right back, ok pretty girl?"

And then...I walked inside.

 

[Cheska]

I am blushing, I love how she calls me Pretty girl, I try to reply but get a click.
Well, she'll call back.

I peek back down at my lap top and pick up my mug, sipping the tea and it clears my thoughts up well.

New picture, girl stretched out and bent over a padded wooden form, her cute butt presented to the photographer and a riding crop, I can hardly see her face, but is she wearing a riding bit? I click save to my private file.

Some one has come in but their across the room and will want coffee.

I start idly bumping my heel against my chair, licking my lips as I wait for more naughty goodies to upload.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Some large red headed guy points me toward a corner table near the rear of the shop. Ah, there she is...looking ever so studious.

I walk over quietly and clear my throat.

"Hello, pretty girl. Is this seat taken...or do you not want company?"

 

[Cheska]

There must be a damn spring under my seat as I almost jump again, "Hi!."

I stand and without really thinking, I lean forward and step around the table to hug her, she smells, smells like, what? oh yes, she smells sexy, warm, confident, and strong all at once and I am trying to put my arms around her.

I am sure my heart will say it was just the right thing to do and my head will be glad my heart is not always in charge.

"Please, join me.. Mike, The Columbia bold, splash some cream and no sugar." I call out.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She jumps up as if every hell hound ever seen was after her. My grin widens. Her body~ lush, petite, well muscled~presses close to my own and I capture her before she can step back, away.

She calls out a coffee order...and still, I don't release her.

"I like this particular greeting. You should do that every time you see me."

I let go then and give her a gentle push back into her seat before plopping down in the empty chair across from her. My light brown eyes focus on her flushed face and sparkling eyes and I know that my grin gets even wider.

"So whatcha looking at? Anything interesting?"

Husky laughter as the color in her cheeks gets darker. Now I gotta know what brought on that particular reaction!!

 

[Cheska]

She wants to know what I am looking at, my hind brain is still on that hugs, her warmth and I felt her gentle strength. And I look down at my screen and i think, no, I am sure my blood pressure just went up for blushing.

I start reaching for the screen to close it down, shut the computer before she sees my dirty secret. Good plan, someone should tell the arm and hand to get a move on because I am not just holding the screen.

Come now, we really don'y want Kayla looking at

Do we?

Do we?!

Oh fuckit. I turn the laptop just enough that she can see if she moves over a bit, I look across the room to make sure no one else can see, so I won't have to murder anyone and then get a new job.

I can't look at Kayla, I am showing her something that makes my heart beat like a trip hammer, even hurting now and then and I can't just look up, 'Oh, just a couple of hot women showing wild love to each other.'

I am such a coward at times.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She actually turned the lap top so that I could see the screen. I am amazed and then...I am intrigued. A sexy shot. Latex, hot chicks...and ball gag. Fetish much? I stare at the screen for a long moment and then give a low husky laugh.

"Oh baby girl, you are quite the tease. Although, I don't get the point of any sort of gag. You train a good girl correctly, a gag ain't even needed. Though the binding does look interesting. Hmmm...."

I give the blushing girl a very wicked grin.

"Is it just the ladies, the latex or the hint of dominance that gets you? I mean truthfully?"

Head tilts slightly and I take a sip of the coffee that has somehow magically appeared while I wasn't paying attention. Tongue tip touches the corner of my mouth, a teasing flick.

"Come on, pretty. You can tell Kayla."

 

[Cheska]

Truthfully? I want to run away and hide and even as I want that, I want Kayla to be the one to find me.

"All of the above?" ok, stop being cute and grow up Xaviera, the woman more than likely has someone and she is just being sweet, so be straight up. Maybe she knows things that can point you in the right directions.

"Guy's are cool, a dick is nice and I salute them just like any red blooded, but something about women. Real women, not Barbie Dream house mall hoppers, just gives me major warm fuzzies, since High school an my science teacher." I feel a warm glow, she was so hot, then my eyes widen, "Not that anything happened!.. jeeze.. perv much Xavi?'

I take my mug an sip, then look up. She is smiling at me, she is enjoying this, but she isn't judging me. Score one point!
"The submission, I think I am submissive.. I am pretty sure I am.. an well, I figure a well trained girl can keep her mouth from being a problem... but the gag.. I don't know why, it just excites me. Maybe it's that little choice being taken away."
I take another sip, I am thirsty all of a sudden, I cross my legs and feel my short skirt ride up, did she see that I am wearing a skirt today? I bet she did.

"And." i look around. left, then right. Because I know everyone in the room is listening right now. "I own a set of latex pants and top.. and um." don't giggle you dork! I giggle, "It feels really nice.."

My mug is almost empty so I drink the last up and set it down, I look at that cup and feel like it's going to break or something, then I look up into her eyes and everything is ok. It's there in her smile and her eyes, everything is alright kid.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She has some very valid points...but somehow I can't really recall them immediately to mind. I think it's the skirt. Short. Sexy. Without being slutty. And her legs...oh Lord, her legs. Dancer's legs.

'Get it together boi...stop staring at her legs and look at her face!'

My eyes do just that, stopping just once to gaze at her mouth before finishing the journey.

My voice is low, huskier than normal...and I realize almost unconsciously, that I am using the "Calm the girl down and get her to focus" voice. It's the damned top in me.

"So to recap...you have worn latex....which I am sure looks absolutely divine on you..."

'Focus, you perv!'

"You think you could be submissive but you haven't had any real training nor any real life experience and so you are sticking your toes in the water via the net?"

A nod...a sip of coffee...a wide grin...a wicked laugh.

"Oh and most importantly, to a boi like myself...you like women."

Another wicked giggle.

"You are turning into a real education for me, pretty girl. Especially since I never broach the Top/bottom thing until at least the fifth date.....and I haven't even gotten the chance to ask you out for the first one."

One small hand reaches out, taps the table before catching her hand in my own.

"So since I plan on asking you out on a date...I guess I should get this out of the way...I am a Top...into bedroom games, not so much into the whole other life aspect...though what's mine...stays mine."

A brisk nod, a wink.

"Oh...and I am single...I hope you figured that out...but if you didn't...I guess I should say it plain..."

 

[Cheska]

She is holding my hand! Holy Fucking jumped up Jesus! she is holding my hand.
Calm down idiot, your mom has held your hand, ok, that was a wrong thought.

"I figured you were um.. not a bottom? by the way you talk and carry yourself Kayla." an the way you make me want melt.

"And, I would love to go out with you." I look into those eyes, I can feel my lips part an feel my tongue brush over my upper teeth just a little.
Am I trembling? who the fuck cares.

And what does she mean by 'what's mine...stays mine?'
I know what it means and it just sent a wonderful shiver up and down my spine, "So, where would you like to go?"

I want to play for her, not just the violin, anything. Why? I've known her two days, why am I so rock hard head over heels taken with her?
Because she is part of what you need right now and i bet she knows it.

I pick up my empty cup and try to sip air and I am blushing because it tasted good anyway.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I squeezed her hand again and forced myself to not yank her over the table and into my lap.

"I am thinking maybe dinner and a movie? Maybe dancing."

A lascivious grin.

"Cuz I would LOVE to see you shaking that sexy butt on the dance floor."

I know that I can't keep sitting here staring at the gorgeous woman across from me. I have to go home, grab my work gear and get ready to head in BUT I don't want to leave. Fuck! Too bad calling in queer wouldn't be a good enough excuse to get a day off.

"I won't have an evening off for a few days...not before Friday at the earliest. How about I call you tomorrow and you tell me which you would prefer~ dinner and something sedentary or dinner and shaking your ass for me? Either one is fine by me...cuz I can torment you in the dark...or watch you in the strobe lights and be just fine."

I moved to stand up and tugged her up with me.

"Is that cool?"

I kept my eyes glued to her face, but my empty hand rose to stroke her cheek, lightly.

"I gotta get ready to split. Going into work at five...so tomorrow? I will give you a holla. Think on what you want to do."

A tug...one to bring her into the circle of my arms and then I pressed a soft kiss to her chin...

"Talk to you later."

I released her, stepped away, tossed some money on her table for the coffees and turned toward the exit.

"Tomorrow, pretty."

To the door. Through the door. Gone.

 

[Cheska]

I am going on a date, after a year, a date and with someone who is so damn fine.

Saturday night, I am going to show her exactly what ass shaking dance really means, I am going to do my best to give that woman a heart attack she will love.

And it's weird because i fucking love movies!
I giggle and collect the money from the table and stach it in my pocket, then I put Kayla on my tab, i called for the coffee, not her, so it's my job to cover this and I will, she can say if that was right or wrong later.

Mike is beaming at me like he just laid a golden egg, "So, you won't be playing Saturday?"

"I might, depends on where and when she wants to pick me up... dad." he chuckles at me, "Mike, is this the right thing? i've only known her two da.." he puts a hand to my lips, it smells of coffee beans and sugar.

"Xaviera Le Pierre, only your heart can tell you that.now go home and dream of Saturday night and dancing and feeling good for yourself for one day." he smiles, "And you call me dad again and You are fired.. me Audrey didn't want kids, don't need to adopt a twenty four year old brat now."

I hug this man who should have been my father, I turn and get my stuff and leave the new girl, Kelly, a sweet tip and I am home, up the stairs and inside before I know it.
I strip, run to the shower and scrub myself down except my hand, she held my hand. And kissed my chin, i better wash them anyway.
I am back in PJ's and opening up my laptop, clicking on the TV and I keep giggling.
I'll clean my violin anyway and keep it ready, I will play for her and perhaps, she will play me.
Play me and bring fourth my music which has been silent to long.

 

[Cheska]

Alarm clocks should be outlawed.

I do my morning thing and I am at the shop dressed in my tightest denim jeans, not good for work. I have a white cotton poet shirt complete with the open collar to just below my cleavage, not at all good for work, and I have dug out and cleaned and worn my red latex vest, it is so snug and with the poet shirt underneath, breathing will be interesting to day, so not good for work that the High heel calf boots I am wearing under my jeans are not even in the back of my mind.

Audrey gives me a once over with a blush and heads home shaking her head.

The first guy in the door forgoes his usual morning, blah blahs and stares at me, I fill his cup and get started on making myself a light snack.

From Six am to eleven am, I feel eyes watching me and none of the usual chatter, I just can't give a fuck. I think I should have worn panties today, maybe at least a thong.

Why am I dressed like this, why do I feel my throat is bare, because I want a collar on it.
My cell is tucked into my front pocket and I am waiting for it to vibrate and ring.
Why the fuck am I making it so easy to be teased? have I really begun to just want to flaunt it?
no. I want it to be special and if she walks in, she deserves my best...

I get my tea and sit on my stool at the end of the bar while I tend shop, getting refills as needed and tending any new people who come in.

Mike comes in at Eleven fifteen, he doesn't say a word and does not stare, he gives me a once over and then starts working on lunch sandwich prep.

I wish I had brought my Violin, it's my teddy bear when I am nervous.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The truth about bois.

There should be a book. Just so I can give it out to passing females with a smile. Obviously, being a boi is a sort of odd thing. I am a female who is built to look amazing in dresses~short, curvy, busty with muscular legs and shoulders. I have pretty hair that grows out in curly masses, yet I keep it short and straight. I do look pretty fucking good in make-up.

But, I am a boi. I prefer comfort to fashion...and when I am fashionable, it is usually along the lines of men's clothing that hides the curves, downplays the breasts. I love being a woman. Nothing better in life. BUT, in my head I am all boi, all the time. I think linear thoughts, plan for every possible contingency, enjoy weights. You know traditional guy things.

But I am a girl.

On top of that, not every boi is the same. Some bois are more urban, others urbane. Some bois go for suits and ties, others like jeans and tees. Some bois want to be boys. Other bois take the best parts of guy hood and put a twist on it. Some are quiet, understated. Others are loud and boisterous.

So a femme who likes boyish girls? She should learn about all the different connotations. Though every boi is ultimately a woman, not every boi sees themselves that way. Me? I am a woman...with all the good bits. I like 'em except for the D cup breasts that are murderously hard to bind. Oh and the hip/ass ratio that means even my most awesome swagger has a bit of hip movement.

Why am I thinking these thoughts? Well, because I am also a bit shy. And being a Top doesn't mean that the shyness goes away whenever there is a female in the vicinity. Mostly the shyness gets swallowed up by the need to learn, do, connect. To talk and learn and taste and tease and touch.

Mostly, it doesn't matter but sometimes, like now? It matters a great deal.

In the car, engine idling and I am staring in the rear view mirror trying to talk myself into cutting the engine, getting out and walking into the coffee shop. I called in to work today, sick. Not a great excuse but I've been there for two years and never missed a single day. What's the point of earning sick days if I don't use them.

So here I sit. Giving myself the lecture. Eventually, I straighten the fitted black tee shirt, grab my jacket and turn off the car. Eventually, I slip from the driver's side door, lock it and put my jacket on. Eventually, I drop a couple quarters in the parking meter and turn toward the shop.

I am a boi, a Toppy Boi. But each day that I have been to see her here, at her job? It's a production. Cuz I am a Toppy Boi...who is shy.

"Hello again. Figured why call when I can stare at you...."

I took in her bare throat, tight jeans and swallowed. Naturally, this is when I like being a Boi the most. Sexy femmes in clothes that accentuate what they are offering? Hell yeah! Color me all kinds of interested.

A small smile, dimple flashing briefly.

"Oh, pretty girl, how'd you know I was coming to see you today? I know you are all dressed up for me...."

 

[Cheska]

It starts just below the base of my spine, that slight twitch that becomes a shiver, it ends at the nape of my neck and lingers long after I hear her voice.
I knew she would call, and dressed as I did because she never said how she would call. You can use a phone to call out, an e-mail even. but in olden days, when you came to call, it was by being there and I think i hoped she would be inspired to be a tiny bit old fashion, even if she didn't know it herself.

I inhale, a trick in and of itself with this vest, I feel my cleavage try to make a feeble escape and I exhale with a smile, all teeth and pink blush... without make up.
I had the common sense to do a bit of eye shadow and a lip gloss for being kissable.

"A little bird told me to be special today." from the back anyone who is not dead hears Mike making tweet noises, must kill my boss one day, really.

I move from behind the counter and present the whole show, my hands behind my back, shoulders back and chest out 'Here you go Boi, step right up an say hello' my right leg out a bit balanced on the heel and smile, "You like it? I just through this together. Not every day wear.. "
One of the regulars is looking me over and then turns and takes a deep drink of his hot coffee, puts his money on the counter, Ten bucks for a dollar fifty coffee and he is out the door.

"You look very nice as well." did I just say that like I say yes, please fuck me? i think I did.

I need to talk that way more often, it feels kind of nice.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She has to be a good 9 inches taller than me in those boots.

My eyes are doing the slow up and down thing~taking in the jeans, the curve of her hip, the red latex, white shirt that just barely covers the interesting cleavage she has on display. I can feel my lips curving upwards into a teasing grin but I can't help it.

My smile only continues to widen as I see the blush, hear the tweeting sounds that come and go. There is no shyness right now. This is what I am good at. Making pretty girls feel really good about themselves.

Her compliment makes me glance down at myself~black fitted tee, dark blue boy cut jeans, black suede boots. I look like I always look~a boi. Short, compact, hidden curves. Doesn't matter. I feel like I must look good because she is blushing and sounding slightly Marilyn Monroe-ish.

"Pretty girl, no one in this entire shop looks nearly as good as you do....'

Leaning in close, I allow my body to invade her space. One small hand moves out to cup her hip, stroking it lightly through the denim.

"You look.....edible."

A grin before stepping back and releasing her hip.

"Did you wear panties today? I didn't feel any..."

A wicked grin...

"Oh, by the way, get me a cup of coffee, please? Strong, half and half."

Leaning close, rising up on tip toe to whisper into her ear...

"Bring it to me in the corner table....I want to watch you walk...toward me."

 

[Cheska]

I give her a slight bow, not even knowing I am doing until I turn and walk back to the counter and behind it. I do know I am walking a bit slower.
I have worked a year and six at the Hutt, I have always given quick and friendly service and I know how to walk fast with a fully loaded tray of scalding hot coffee mugs and not spill one damn drop. I can dodge kids, drunks, and I will put down even money I could dodge the invisible man.

But today, I will take my time because I want to make sure she gets a damn good look and that I want to feel that look all over me.

i give a tilt to my hip as I pour her mug, I turn to the side so she can watch me pour the cream, I smile at her from there and then put the cream back in it's cooler.
Then I take the longest walk ever, I don't take all damn day because she said she wants her coffee and me at her table, ok, she didn't say anything about me being there. just to bring the coffee.

I don't use a tray and I use both hands on the small dish, a spoon hangs off the side and I am walking to her like this is my very first day at the palace in England and she is the Queen of the place, all Hail the Queen.

"Your coffee, Sexy Boi." I breathe so just she can hear it, not a whisper, but my breathe heated with words.
I even lean a bit for that extra show of the cleavage she enjoyed a bit ago.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sex on heels.

That is what she looked like.

I couldn't look away. Not while she grinned and poured and sauntered, ever so slowly, to my table. She was lucky as hell that she was work. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had enough breath to say anything. I'd have taken it from her...

"Tisn't nice to tease the boi, pretty girl. You might find yourself naked and fucked, here...and that wouldn't be professional."

My eyes gazed into her own...and I knew that they had darkened toward deepest brown. She was entirely too tempting. The best thing about being queer, being a boi, being a Top? No one ever expects you to guard what you say.

"Now, Ima sit here in this corner...and drink my coffee. You are going to go back to your counter and work really hard..."

I tugged her close, jerking her down so that her head was just by my mouth.

"But i want you to know that while you are working, really hard...I will be watching. Imagining you naked, writhing and whimpering loudly...for me."

I released her with a grin...and watched the blush rise on her cheeks. Oh yes. Gods, is there anything better than a woman?

 

[Cheska]

I think my heart just skipped a beat, there is a song with that title.
I nod and give a slight bow again, "Yes Kayla." I say quietly, smiling for her, not at her, but for her because she makes me feel insane in good ways.

I turn an walk back to the counter, my mind on her, what does she look like naked. no, not naked because I do not want rto spoil it. she will show me only what she wants to show me and i'll love it.
I remember, because she just told me, I need to get my ass to work.
I spot counters to clean, cups to stack and others to take back to be washed.
new coffee to make, refill the creamer.

I leave about Fifty percent of this for the next shit because that is how we do it.
Not today, sorry Kelly, you will have nothing to do today, because a sexy boi said she was going to watch me work my ass and think very dirty thoughts about me.
I am so freaking wet right now, and thats when I detour to the rest room real quick.
I am this pent up and no panties, does it show in black denim? do I panic?.

I duck in quick an lock the stall, I struggle out of my jeans and check, ok.. It's not niagra falls but I take a few tissues just to be sure and pad my bets in a matter of speaking.

for her, in private.. i'll gush like a river.. i'm sure she will make sure of that. but not at work on Mike's dime.

I am out and behind my counter owning this place. I am not working fast, but I am getting things done.
Mike gives me a funny look, then spots her and I prey he doesn't say anything, he just smiles and get back to his own work.
I love my boss, I won't kill him after all.

I can see her watching me, nursing her coffee, I brew more of her favorite so it's ready when she is. I set up two more pots of assorted other blends and the decaf.
I fill the hot water tank for the teas and refill the tea carts with assorted blends.
I check the counter by wiping it down and refilling cups as needed.
I then walk back onto the floor to clean tables and chairs and check for more refills.
I get a hand where it does not belong and with all the southern sweetness of a good christian girl, "You do that again and i'll cut off your Mister happy and feed it to you." and all that with a smile.
His hand is on his lap faster than lightning.

I refill his mug and I am back off to do more work, I wonder what Kelly will do with her first four hours tonight?

 

[Cheska]

I pause to look up at the clock and it's just ten till two and the end of my day.
Kelly has come in and is looking four shades of confused, not an odd look for her as I have seen too many orders send her into a spin.

I look over at Kayla, and she is smiles and I melt a bit more. I check with Mike for any thing else he wants me to do.

He ask me to hop on stage and play, I shake my head, "No Violin Boss." and he sighs.
"I'll bring it tomorrow.."

He nods, "You better girl."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She had busted her sexy tail, moving with an unconscious grace that pulled my eyes to her rear end and hips, again and again. I had babied my coffee, only requesting one refill in the time she had left and even then, it had been more for politeness than for any real want of coffee.

I just wanted to watch the girl...work.

Soon enough, my sensitive ears picked up her question to the large red headed male and his answer.

'She plays violin? I'ma have to get her to play for me...once she is more comfortable in my presence.'

The thought was there and gone, in a flash.

Felt like I was planning a siege or a long term seduction. The shyness that had almost way laid me was long gone, swallowed up by the sensation, the one that grew in the pit of my stomach. The one that said..."Soon. I will take her, soon." Sometimes being a boi...is a hard thing. We tend to think in terms of conquest.

She walked towards me, her hips tick tocking in slow circles. I could feel my mouth getting dry at the sight. No matter.

"You just about done for the day?"

 

[Cheska]

I am walking to her, to at her, over to her, near her. To her, and I like it, has her smile changed? does it remind me of a Tiger? why do I feel like a lamb?

She ask and I answer, "Yes Kayla, bout ten and I am all yours for the day." did I just say that?

I am sure I am gonna need to change my clothes when I get home, I wonder when that will be? and will she even let me?
Damn it Xavi, stop putting the horse before the cart till after you get to know the driver. Mmm, being driven by her, Fuck! I need to get my mind on track.

"What would you like to do?" I tilt my hip and cross my wrist behind my back, lacing my fingers, I lick my lips just with the brush tip of my tongue and giver her my best, 'I am a nice girl, really!' smile.
I bet she can see bullshit just as well as Mike can, maybe better.

God, why does her smile have to be so sexy to.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

'Ah what would I like to do?? How can she ask me such a question in a shop filled with people??"

Brain sputters, stops...starts. She is standing there, hip shot. Hands behind her back which presses her breasts forward, like an offering.

'All mine for the day? Poor girl...'

"I am thinking someplace...quiet. Private. Not because I want to do things to you, with you, that should have been banned ages ago...but because I want to talk to you...learn you...with words. Possibly with fingertips and teeth...but I can wait for that. Quiet conversation is the order of the day...conversation with you seated in my lap. Figure out where I can go to get this, please."

The grin is wide, wide and wicked.

 

[Cheska]

I would thank my ancestors that I do not come from the demure and dainty southern stock, but the Kick ass, bite hard, and take it as it comes stock.
That can be the only reason I didn't faint or jump into her lap right there.

"Mike, I'm gone.. see you tomorrow." I hold out my hand to her, "I know where we can go an no one with any sense will bother us."

I think I am being so suave and cool, all 'Come vit me if you vant to be sexy' but I know I am a train wreck waiting to happen and I do not fucking care at all.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She is twangy now. nervous. excited. I can hear the burr of her faint Southern accent and it makes my grin, wider. Her proffered hand is snatched, held. I laugh, low in my throat and stand up.

"Lead the way, pretty X girl. Ima follow where ever you lead."

I suit actions to words and allowed her to tow me from the shop. A small boi being led away by an amazon femme. Life....was gonna get very interesting.,