Ty had already had a lot of fun playing his tricks, but there must be more
he could try out here. He still had his two pocket-dicks at hand and hadn't
even done anything with them. The trick with the pen and the newspaper-
reader worked marvellous but they had not been involved. "What to do?"
Ty thought.
Deep in thoughts he was sipping at his cappuccino, thinking about possible
use for the pocket-dicks. The barrista had been tending to the man with
the newspaper who was now returning to his seat, with all people's eyes
upon him. Truly, he had a funny walk, but Ty was the only one of the other
customers who knew the reason why. When the man had walked past him
and carefully sat down again, Ty tried not to stare at him too plainly.
But what else could he do? That waitress had been kind of annoying a
while ago. Did that qualify to be messed with? Or how about those two
old hags that had been gossipping for ages by now? For sure he would
leave that lady at the window alone who sat there with her little son.
Once again the waitress was passing by, heading to the mother with
her little boy to ask whether they would like to place another order.
That waitress had been kind of annoying a while ago, but it hadn't
been that bad, at least not bad enough to justify messing her up a lot.
But Ty had found his target. He still had to figure out what to do with
her. "It shouldn't be too bean" he thought. He would just tease her a
little, not too much.
The waitress passed him by once again and was now heading to the
two elderly women, taking their orders. "I got it!" Ty thought. He blinked
with his eyes and made it so the waitress would would feel horny for no
particular reason. Ty was wondering whether making her horny, alone
would suffice and decided that there was no harm in also making her
privates super sensitive so that even the touch of her panties would turn
her on.
He did not notice any reaction. The waitress was still serving and working
just the way she was before. "Maybe it needs some time to take an effect?
Ty was wondering about that and kept watching the waitress. Ah, there it
was ... when she was waiting for the barrista to prepare an order, she was
slightly moving her tights about and tugging her skirt. Then the cake for the
elderly ladies were ready for serving, she threw the barrista a smile and
returned to where the elderly women were sitting. Ty was sure she was
walking slightly odd, as if she was trying to rub her tights against each other
by will. When she reached the table, she was all professional and bach to
business and noone seemed to notice the change, but Ty could clearly see
how she was crossing her tights as she was bowing down, moving them
slightly as she did.
When she was walking over to the mother and her kid sitting at the window,
Ty noticed that she had become rosy cheeked. So his modifications worked
after all. When the little boy let slip his forke the waitress crouched down
to get it and stayed there, apparently to be on level with the little boy she
was now talking to, but Ty knew how she was pressing her tights against
each other, slightly rubbing them altogether.
When the waitress was about to pass him by, he called out for her, giving
her a broad smile and placing another order. Yes, he was a cappuccino man
and that was waht he ordered. Those rosy cheeks looked good on her and
even though she had been very professional and unapproachable before,
her now insecure expression, unsure about how to deal with her situation
and how it had come to this, made her really adorable.
As she left again Ty was wondering what he should do next. Should he
carry on teasing her or make an end to it? Should he choose another