You feel the sweat in your palm forming. Like an amazonian leaf on a sunny day. The moisture is building quickly. Breathing becomes more heavier and irregular as you stare at the notebook's cover. You are reminded the times when people mocked and bullied you in high-school. During those years you were never approached by anyone and everyone you talked with told how much husband material you have inside you.
Your thought bubble pops. The waitress noticed your weird behavior. She asks you how are you feeling. You can't tell her the truth but you tell her a white lie. You are doing fine you reply back at her not to draw any more suspicion on your erratic posture. You glance at her nameplate on her uniform's breast pocket.
'Susan Brighton', a name you shouldn't have seen. Your heart begins to pump more blood as the waitress leaves the table. She carries the empty cup and the saucer in her hand you just drank from. She making you horny all of a sudden. You can't control yourself. You need to do it. This poor woman. It could have been anyone that was going to be your first victim. The waitress with no idea who or what transformed her. No. You are thinking too ahead of yourself.
You grab your ball pen and write down a sentence inside TF-note's page, 'Susan Brighton offers a secret fellatio service to the men in the cafe if they order 'latte with extra thick milk'. '
You don't see her expression change. You wonder did it work. To which you ask her to back and make your new order that you just invented. She backs a little and asks you to join to the backrooms. You can see that her eyes are looking at other customers in the cafe as her mind runs scenarios. You can see from her nervous lower lip biting that the the 'latte' order is reserved to certain customers. It is as if you wasn't supposed to know that. The waitress escorts you to the backroom and kneels in front of you. Without saying a word or warning you she lowers down your pants and underwear. Revealing the sausage she has to suck for a while. She looks up one last time and with a tongue out pushed her head to your cock. The sweaty meat salami is covered in her spit. You get a sense that it's her first time doing this and that she knew about the order. You wish you could take the notebook out in front of her but the fear of her questioning might impose more problems. So you enjoy the show what she is putting with the skills she has. A virgin who has no idea what they are doing with their mouth.