When her colleague was done with cutting the cake and had
put away the knife, the waitress immediately stopped shuddering.
She was, however, still holding fast to a chair that was standing
next to her, trying to calm her breath.
"Dammit!" Ty thought, ... "She has gotten away before reaching
a climax!" He would have loved to see that. He'd also have loved
to see the reaction of her colleague, who was now leaving for the
storage room as it seemed. Ty was a bit disappointed about the
development. The idea of connecting that woman's pussy to
food and beverage seemed like an awesome idea, but it did
not lead very far.
Ty was just about to bring his little experiment to an end, when
he noticed the waitress staring at that cake her colleague had
been cutting into pieces. "Could it be that she had noticed?"
Ty wasn't sure.
The waitress went behind the counter, picked up the knife
her colleague had left there and reached out for the cake.
She was probing the cake with the tip of the knife and it
was obvious that it had some effect on her. She put away the
knife and picked up a piece of cake, softly squeezing it between
her fingers. Ty could easily see how her eyelids were flickering,
and her legs gave in a bit.
"She knows! She knows!" Ty did not know what to do. Should
he leave her like that? Would she know that he was behind it?
But how should she know! After all, who would believe that one
guy could just wish for something that would immediately become
reality? It was ridiculous, right? Of course it was!
As Ty was still thinking about what to do and whether there were
any consequences or whether he'd have to clear the memory of
all people around and make them forget everything that had
happend inside the café, the waitress had sunken down behind
the counter. It was impossible for him to see her any more as
she was sitting on the floor.
But he could hear her. There was only some heavy breathing at
first. It was only noticable to those who were intently listening
and paying attention as Ty did. The elderly women on the other
side of the room were still chatting, there was the sound of cups
and cutlery being moved, the little boy who was sitting next to
the window was telling his mother what he had done and seen
in Kindergarten and even the sound of turning paper and that
pen the girl-student was writing with drowned out the breathing
sound of the waitress. But when the sound did grow more intense,
the breathing grew heavier and some moaning sounds mixed
into them here and there, the student, who was sitting closest
to the counter, looked up, obviously trying to make out where
that sound was coming from.
The groaning was growing louder now, from time to time it was
interrupted. There was a hand reaching up from beneath the
counter, grabbing another piece of that chocolate cake, and when
it had disappeared, the sound grew louder and more intense.
Now the man with the newspaper too looked up, pushed his
glasses back up his nose and turned his head to detect the cause
of this saund. The young mother too had noticed it, but she
was making an effort to cover up the sound with her voice to
keep her son from noticing it.
The graning was growing quite ecstatical now and had reached
a level that made even the old ladies stop with their chit-chat.
With one last moan of pleasure it all stopped. The café had turned
completely silent now, people were looking at each other with
questioning eyes. This was when the barrista reappeared with some
boxes from the storage room. When he entered and saw his colleague
sitting on the floor behind the counter, he quickly put those boxes
aside, and hurried to her help.
"What happened? What did you do?" he was asking, obviously
agitated and worried at the same time. He helped her up again and
she did appear both deranged but relaxed from the expression of
her eyes. There was chocolate all over her face as well as on her fingers
and on her blouse. "What did you do? That cake was for the customers!"
her colleague exclaimed.
"You know," the waitress said, "you know, that cake is REALLY, REALLY
good!" As she said that, she was once again reaching for the chocolate-cake,
but the barrista managed to keep her away. "Don't! You already had ..." he
was counting now ... "you had five slices? Whats wrong with you?" He seemed
concerned. "Nothing!" she replied. "Im fine ... you got no idea just how great I feel!"