"Miss! I ordered you a Caesar salad and you served me a Norwegian salad!"
"Oh, are you sure? Sorry, I'll correct that!" exclaimed Celeste, blushing. It was already her third mistake today, she had to make a superhuman effort to concentrate, which made her job even more painful than usual, especially since the customers were often aggressive and rude. Fortunately, her boss was a kind and caring woman and she didn't hold it against her too much, considering that she must be more tired than usual.
The morning had gone by extraordinarily slowly, in the relatively quiet period when customers come for breakfast or brunch. At no time had she stopped thinking about the little sphere nestled at the bottom of her vagina, a little orb she loved, subject to her good will, inanimate and impotent. In fact, she had never even had such a sharp and omnipresent conscience of this part of her body and of all the senses which are linked to it. The girl had gradually become accustomed to the sensations, but regularly, depending on the vagaries of her walk, the weight of the object bouncing around inside herself made her jump or sent a wave of pleasure that she struggled to conceal. But it's sure that the experience in itself always pleased her as much.
That little sphere, she kept telling herself, was in fact Jeff, her adopted brother. It was incredible and exhilarating, and she secretly enjoyed this hidden presence that everyone around her ignored, that no one could even suspect. She would not betray him, she would protect him to the end and no one would ever know! She felt fully responsible for him.
As for Jeff, he had lost all sense of time. All concern for himself had left him, so to speak, and he was relaxing, fully engaged in the experience, nestled in the heart of this deliciously fragrant cocoon of flesh, so full of Celeste's feminine presence. He was impregnated at each moment of the aromas which surrounded him and of this benevolent presence which invaded him, that he let dominate him.
It is now the lunchtime rush, and Céleste has to get busy with the increasing number of orders. She does her best in this strange context...
Looking at the big clock in the kitchen, Céleste sighs: still 4 hours to go, before the evening shift. It's going to be long!