The Coffee Shop was a jumble of noise as Dale sat down at the bar.
"The usual?" asked the young waitress behind the polished counter.
The usual was an extra large mocca, with a hint of chocolate around it. Coupled with a shot of Tia Maria, the aroma it produced always picked up Dale's spirts. As did Alana Bayen, that young waitress who invariably served him.
"Yeah, the usual," he replied, taking in Alana as had done since her first day in the shop a few weeks ago. She was quite short, around 5 foot 1, and her body was more tomboyish than anything else. her breasts looked like they had stopped growing the second puberty started. But not her nipples. Just like her short hair, they stuck out proudly, as if to say look here, if you want them, here they are.
The first time Dale saw here, she was bent ver at one of the fridge units and her uniform trousers were straining to hold her firm ass in place. For some reason he took an instant shine to her. It helped she was doing Economics at the local University, a subject that Dale had passed with flying colours three years ago.
"Dale!" A voice drifted over from the entrance. As he looked around, Dale saw the tall and lithe figure of Jessica Pearl darted through the tables towards him. The Head of the Finance Department looked good in a crisp black number, contrasting well with the cream blouse she had chosen.
'Didn't the Joan Collins look die out in the 80's?' thought Dale, although even he had to admit she wore it well. 'I wonder what she wants?'
"The usual?" asked the young waitress behind the polished counter.
The usual was an extra large mocca, with a hint of chocolate around it. Coupled with a shot of Tia Maria, the aroma it produced always picked up Dale's spirts. As did Alana Bayen, that young waitress who invariably served him.
"Yeah, the usual," he replied, taking in Alana as had done since her first day in the shop a few weeks ago. She was quite short, around 5 foot 1, and her body was more tomboyish than anything else. her breasts looked like they had stopped growing the second puberty started. But not her nipples. Just like her short hair, they stuck out proudly, as if to say look here, if you want them, here they are.
The first time Dale saw here, she was bent ver at one of the fridge units and her uniform trousers were straining to hold her firm ass in place. For some reason he took an instant shine to her. It helped she was doing Economics at the local University, a subject that Dale had passed with flying colours three years ago.
"Dale!" A voice drifted over from the entrance. As he looked around, Dale saw the tall and lithe figure of Jessica Pearl darted through the tables towards him. The Head of the Finance Department looked good in a crisp black number, contrasting well with the cream blouse she had chosen.
'Didn't the Joan Collins look die out in the 80's?' thought Dale, although even he had to admit she wore it well. 'I wonder what she wants?'