Coffee, Class, and Coercion

[CFMB_fan]

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He saw the look of distaste, the scown as he mentioned the dating thing, though she quickly moved on to his 'bubbly compliment'

"Is that why you work in Boydens? To top up your natural caffeine levels on the sly/?" he joked.

And then she poked him almost the same spot where he had just insulted himself, of sorts. He wondered if she really meant that comment; it certainly came across as genuinely. In fact, he was starting to wonder how much of this was role play, and how much it was her genuine feelings, thoughts.

"Nah don't be daft," he told himself. "A 30-year-old wouldn't be that keen on a 51-year-old married guy. Sure like, be friends but Nah nothing else"

But her looks, her smiles and cheesy, cheeky comments certainly made him relax in her company.

He left Boyden's and headed home, but his mind completely sidetracked. The following morning was when Clare was leaving for her weekend away with her mother and sister. And he was working from home. He would be at spin and then back there. Her last comment "You do the gym thing and I'll do the bar thing, but I bet we could both come up with something more fun than either of those." was playing on his mind, though he had chosen to ignore it other than a cheeky laugh and wink.

But that was going to be her approach; he suddenly clicked. It all made sense and looked natural enough. Alone in his bedroom, he opens the app on his iPad and started to browse the photos he had taken of her on the sly, his smooth cock in his right hand as he stroked, his eyes intent on the photos.

Friday Morning

He kissed his wife farewell, before returning to the house and closing the door behind him. He had a couple of hours work to do before spin, he sensed that he wouldn't get much work done that afternoon, his mind would be too preoccupied with the thoughts of his seduction. He opened the garage and retrieved the boxes that he had signed for on Tuesday, the reason he was home then, and with them in the back room, he took a photo of the boxes and sent it to Daphne.

 

[Showdolly1]

Daphne's heart skipped several beats in a row when she received Adrian's photo text that morning. She'd seen him order the goodies, knew it had been real, but there they sat as proof. It was a reminder of both her reasons for playing and what she was intending to do, but also a stark reminder that this was favor-for-favor, plain and simple sex trade.

It was lowly prostitution and she knew it; she felt it, in the pit of her stomach like a rock. The feelings mixed inside her, of the more than casual attraction she was finding for this man in addition to the feelings of shame and depravity for allowing herself to be in a position where she was literally willing to do anything in order to change her situation.

But she'd already expected that Adrian would indeed be into the shop on Friday, so though she'd hoped for him yesterday and had dressed appropriately she had saved the most revealing outfit for today. It was a no-bra day, a dangerous thing for a busty mom like herself, but the girls were still pert enough to get away with it in the right shirt. A tight, ribbed tank would work well - in white, of course. And the brown uniform vest with it, plus the new khaki shorties and a pair of hose she found that were thin and had silver threads sewn through it in a diamond pattern so that they almost mimicked a fishnet.

She took the kids to the daycare and got to work early that day. She'd worn only the lightest makeup so as not to be as obvious, and downplayed her outfit to her boss's curious gaze. With the customers, though, she chatted them all up and flirted for all her worth. She wanted to be in all kinds of heat by the time Adrian arrived today.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He rushed to change in the changing rooms, his tasks that he had to complete before lunch had taken slightly longer than anticipated, and he was cutting it very fine for his spin class. But at last with the class already in warm-up mode, he quickly adjusted his spin bike, the sweat already running along his brow, and into his right eye causing it to sting. But he quickly picked up the pace, and was soon settled on his bike, listening to the words of commands, thinking that the music is as shyte as ever.

The class was approaching the end, when the new track started, Kraftwerk’s Tour De France. He had suggested that track to the trainer for a long hill, and she picked up the idea very quickly as the class quickly got out of their saddles, as they turned up the resistance wheel on their bikes. Adrian turned his up so much, he could hardly move and felt his thighs burn with each revolution of the chain wheel. He looked at the trainer though, Kirsty, in her racerback top, the broad shoulder straps of her sports bra clearly on display as they fought the battle to keep her voluptuous breasts in hand.

~xx XX xx~​

The water of the pool felt cool against his skin as he eased himself into the swimming pool. Spin was very good for the legs and core but less so for his upper body. So he tried to swim 30 lengths in his 25m pool, besides to lose weight he needed to burn of calories. And soon he was in his rhythm, up and down the pool, having a breather after 10 and 20 laps respectively, before climbing out and heading into the shower, and the cool water to rinse his body. As he stood under the jet of water, his mind wandered to Daphne and his ‘seduction.’

~xx XX xx~​

He pushed the door open, hearing the chimes as he did so, stepping into Boydens. Daphne was serving another client, but she looked different to normal, her shoulders were exposed rather than covered by the brown shirt, or blouse. But she seemed to be in a white tank top, and as he approached the counter, her breasts seemed fuller than normal; making him wonder if she was braless.

“Morning” he offered with a sly smile.

“Morning You” she replied back cheerfully.

He made his order, and headed to a table close to his favourite, though that was sadly full. But he soon retrieved his iPad and started to catch up on the news as he waited for his order to arrive. As usual, he was now adept at glancing at her over the top of his iPad, as she went about her duties. As she served another customer, he saw her shorts and the patterned tights. As she turned her back to him, he could quickly see the absence of bra lines and smiled to himself. He had never knowingly seen her braless before. And again he wondered how she would entice him to take her out to dinner the following evening. He had made a reservation at a local Italian, nothing grand but good food and good reviews on Tripadvisor. Being local they could walk, and both have a drink.

 

[Showdolly1]

Right on time and with a tinkle of the bell, Adrian walked in for his coffee. She smiled at him like she did every week, like she did most customers, like she'd been doing all morning. He said hello and she returned his greeting, gathering his order from memory. She noticed his glance, but he didn't linger.

She knew he'd be watching. She pranced for him, acting like that was just the way she was. Most customers were slightly amused and intrigued, a few were annoyed, but all of them noticed her more alluring attitude today. Daphne the flirty and fun coffee wench, and she played the part. He'd be watching. He'd be able to see the difference.

She refilled his drink, hinting nothing at him. She bused tables with her rear to him usually, unless they were very far away and then she mused that seeing her breasts bobble as she vigorously scrubbed in circles may be a sight he'd prefer as a tease. Just enough cleavage visible and lots of wiggle to entice, but not enough or close enough to see details to fully arouse. It was a mind game for Daphne today.

Soon, as happens every day after the lunch rush, the dining area was just about completely empty. It was time to sweep, and Daphne made certain to pull all of the rubbish to Adrian's side of the room before using a dust pan. She bent over each chance she could, in both directions, purposefully allowing more of her skin to be seen each time. By the time she ended, with the pile of rubbish under his own table, she was certain that he could see not only the color of her panties but places where they'd been soaked.

"Wow, what a rush today! Glad it's over. You find yourself any plans for this weekend yet, sexy?" Innocent as always, with the additional flirty attitude, she normally would've referred to him as "hon" or even just "guy." With so few people in here right now, and the opportunity, Daphne put a little bit more into it.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He watched her at times over his iPad, but she was busy, often behind the counter. And so he just chilled out, watched her when he could, seeing her in her shorts. He wondered what she may wear on Saturday, but he, of course, would find out in due course.

Finally, as the place eased back into a quieter routine, Daphne started to clear up, offering him the odd tantalising view of her form. He wondered if she would be worth the hassle, whether her ability as a lover would impress him, or depress him.

‘Be positive’ he said to himself suddenly noticing that she was talking to him.

"Wow, what a rush today! Glad it's over. You find yourself any plans for this weekend yet, sexy?"

He looked at her and blushed slightly, he certainly wasn’t anticipating her to be quite so openly bold, though the place was relatively deserted now.

“Nope, Chill out at home probably, and watch a film or two… What about you? Going out pubbing and clubbing, jumping upon all those young hunks?” he replied teasing, with a usual sort of response he would offer her during this sort of conversation. And then he noticed her nipple pushing into the fabric of her blouse and quickly averted his eyes back to hers.

“Nah nothing really planned, just a quiet night in!” he lied. She knew exactly what he was planning, but hope she could make it as ‘natural’ as possible.

 

[Showdolly1]

"Well. I've got to spend time with the fam tonight; my mother is in town to keep the kiddos, ya know. But tomorrow after my library shift I need something to do or she'll have my head. How's about we two lonely, miserable folk hang out alone together?

Daphne leaned on the broomstick now, her hip cocked to the side and a gleam in her eye that gave her away.

"I mean, ya know, just two friends hanging out because they've nothing else to do. There's some good movies out I guess, or we could have some coffee... anywhere but here." Daphne laughed a sparkling, real laugh. No way would she be caught dead in this place on her day off.

Casually, and truly needing the break, she sat in the chair next to his. She could've put away the broom and gone to the employee break room; after all, the bell would alert her to a new customer and Adrian was familiar enough with the place that if he needed anything she was sure he'd just call for her. But that's not what this was about, entirely.

Still, it did feel nice to sit down for a minute. She leaned over to take a peek at his screen and almost asked what he was doing, but she wasn't certain if that would be rude.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He listened intently, curious as to what she was thinking, and her ‘plans’ for his seduction. He was assuming her mother was down, at least in part to be the babysitter whilst she was out and about. But he wasn’t sure how often her mother got to see her grandchildren.

He looked up as she learnt on the broomstick, her breasts struggling to be contained by her shirt, the buttons clearly under some tension.

“How about we two lonely, miserable folk hang out alone together?”

He nodded…

“Sure we could do…” before she continued.

"I mean, ya know, just two friends hanging out because they've nothing else to do. There are some good movies out I guess, or we could have some coffee... anywhere but here."

“Never understood movies as a date, unless you intend to go to the back row and ignore the film…” he stated but with a cheeky grin.

“But well err yes I guess, after all I’m home alone this weekend, what were you thinking?”

He looked at her as she sat next to him, as she glanced at the screen to see him reading a photography website.