The bell above the door chimed. Caroline smiled at Ling, adjusted her slutty top to barely cover her nipples again, and moved away to serve them.
The couple, a black man and a white woman, looked like they'd just come out of a meeting. She watched as both of them looked first at her, then the spare seat across from her with the two-foot horse dildo, and then turned their heads hurriedly away. She felt her cheeks burn crimson through her caramel skin.
They ordered a latte and a cappuccino, and found a table without the obscene dildos on the other side of the small cafe, avoiding further eye contact with her. Caroline served up their order shortly, and gave them complimentary milkshakes and a large jug of cream for their coffees. They thanked her, took a few sips of their drinks, and both decided to add generous portions of the cream.
Ling once more thought about leaving. She was already humiliated, so why not just leap off the half-sized horse dick and run. But that would just call attention to herself again, and for now she was being ignored so it was safe to wait.
She took a sip of her freshly made milk. It was warm, and tasted very creamy. No doubt it was very fattening, something her mother would have fiercely disapproved of. A glass of this and she'd be condemning herself to salads for the rest of the day.
The business pair were drinking their milkshakes now. They were laughing about something, and it looked like the woman was flirting with the man. She was very attractive. Ling found herself drawn particularly to her thick, ruby lips, and she wondered how they would feel pressed against her aching clit.
Her hand snaked down between her legs. She couldn't stop herself, she needed to feel some relief, and she glided her fingers over her bulging button. She threw her head back and moaned.
She knew the couple were watching. She could feel their eyes, but it didn't stop her. No doubt they thought she was a dirty whore, and the thought oddly thrilled her. To give in to lust like this, discard all discipline, it was so liberating. Her mother's voice, ever a berating presence, shrivelled.
Her cunt squeezed around the dildo wedged inside her. Her moans grew in volume. She felt like a tiger. From the corner of her eye, she saw Caroline leading the couple away to the back. She'd scared them off! She couldn't help but laugh at how low she'd sunk, and then she screamed with joy. Juices squirted out around the dildo and damp patches grew on her white linen shirt.