Coffee, Class, and Coercion

[Showdolly1]

Closed for CFMB and Showdolly. Readers welcome. Enjoy!


Daphne had dropped the kids up at day care but she hadn't had time to dress for work. She'd hurried back to the apartment, changed quickly into her uniform, popped her hair into a ponytail, and ran out the door. She knew she couldn't be late again or they'd start docking her pay at the coffee shop.

If the damn daycare would just open a measly 10 minutes early... it would even be worth it to pay for the extra time to avoid being penalized at work. Daphne had no family nearby to help, no friendly neighbors, no friends. Since her husband had left it was just her - just her and the two babies. Babies... but they were growing too fast and she was missing it.

Just to make ends meet, the 30-ish brunette was working two jobs. She had the job at the local coffee shop on the corner until just after lunch. That was where she made the most money and the job she enjoyed the most. The only problem was that Daphne wasn't really a morning person. She was a people person, though, and the locals seemed to love her pretty smile. At least, that's what they said as they dropped tips in her jar.

She'd go to the local library every afternoon before picking the kids and the babysitter up. Mondays through Thursdays she took classes at the local community college. She had financial aid, and scholarships, and a grant here and there - plus they helped pay for day care, which was a big deal.

Even so, Daphne was scrimping and scrounging to save every last penny because she desperately needed a new laptop in order to get her school work done. As it was, she could only access the internet at the library for an hour at a time in the afternoons. Plus on the weekends, she worked at the library, so any time she wasn't busy with a patron or duties she could use the internet.


This morning, though, it was all about getting in to work on time. Most days the light skinned and freckled woman covered her blemishes in at least a little bit of makeup, but today she'd just have to go for the natural look. There was a bit of lip gloss in the center console of the car, so before running in to the shop she quickly smeared it on her pink lips.

Clocking in at exactly 6:00am, Daphne took a deep breath, pasted on her smile, and pretended to not be exhausted as the customers started filing in for their morning coffee.

 

[thebeesknees]

 

[thebeesknees]

 

[CFMB_fan]

Friday Morning

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‘Glad it’s Friday’ he thought as he walked home, and back to the ole grind. But technology had its advantages. He was old enough and respected enough to be allowed to work from home. Not every day, but he tried to manage once or twice a week, and Friday was almost now set in stone about working from home. The only exception was between 10 and 11:30 am or so. Having checked his email he would head to the gym for a spin and swim, before heading back home.

Occasionally, well actually most days he would visit Boyden’s on the way home, a local coffee shop. Close to both a train and underground station, the cafe had an interesting mix of customers. Rush hour, it was those heading into the city for work, be it city slicker types or the burly construction workers. Around 9, it was the ‘Mom’s net brigade, the middle-class mothers who had dropped possibly one child at nursery, whilst there second sat in the pram or pushchair. Around 11, it was a group of people who have been to the gym, having recognised them in the gym.

It was Friday, the sun was out and he was feeling good, spring was definitely on the horizon, the birds flirting, spring flowers in bloom, and the blue sky.

As he pushed the door, the bell rang on the inside, a feature from times gone by, but it made him smile, as he saw the counter and saw the smile from Daphne, one of the barista gals who worked there.

“Morning trouble.” he offered as he smiled, seeing the rather cute barista, her ‘uniform’ brown blouse opened to reveal the white top she wore underneath.

“Flat white please and one of those lovely home made sausage rolls please.”

He was a savoury guy. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like his sweets but if there was a savoury and a sweet pastry, he would go for the savoury, every time, well most of the time. His bad retort was that he was sweet enough!

She smiled as she took his order, and Adrian offered her the £5 note, his band of commitment reflecting the light, before seeking a chair and table, opting for a slightly ageing leather chair close to the shop window, and the sunshine. He opened his bag and e retrieved is iPad as well as a water bottle and started flick through the headlines as he waited for his order.

He looked around, the place seemed slightly quieter than usual, those from the spin class having clearly left; but he had chosen to swim before leaving, needing to exercise his upper body.

He didn’t have to wait long, as a pair of legging-clad legs appeared in his view. He looked up to see Daphne and smiled “Thank you.”

He liked Daphne. Not only did he find her attractive physically, but there was something about her that appealed to him. She was a victim of circumstances, some of her own making, but some the result of others, such as her former boyfriend disappearing one day, leaving her with the two kids to manage, to be their loving mother, and father. On top of that, she was trying to better herself; for her two children.

She had been work at the small independent coffee shop for five or six months, since the Autumn, where they had formed a rapport. He had even given her a Christmas present or was it for the children when he gave them a large tub of assorted sweets and chocolate, and a bottle of sparkling wine for her. Nothing much for him, but to her, them, everything that Christmas is about.

He smiled as he spoke.

“Thank you, and I hope all is well with you? And how’s your laptop fund coming on?”

Her ageing windows laptop was causing her problems to the extent that it couldn't be trusted for anything possibly than surfing the internet. Whilst he was no IT expert, he had as a favour managed to extract her data from her hard drive and saved it on a separate drive, so she had not lost all her data; specifically her college work. She was wanting a new laptop, but desiring a MAc, even a Mac Pro, though even with her educational discount was a significant amount of cash compared to a cheap pragmatic windows machine.

But having fallen in lurve with Apple products in recent years, he fully understood her predicament.


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[Showdolly1]

OH! Sweet Adrian.

He was her favorite customer before the kind Christmas surprises he'd brought for her, because he was friendly and flirty and liked to just hang around and chat with her yet was still respectful of when she was busy working. Sometimes it seemed he would hang around longer than he intended if a rush came in, just so he had the chance to tell her goodbye.

People who make a girl feel special are good people, and Adrian was definitely one of those. It felt natural to just tell him how things were going. Anyway, it was cheaper than therapy by miles. Chatting is the best therapy, and laughing is the best medicine. Isn't that how it goes?

She'd come to expect that he'd be in on Fridays and usually at least once more during the week, and on days like today when he was a touch later than usual she became a little concerned as to his well being... not that she'd any reason to. He was proportioned quite well and Daphne was quite sure the man could take care of himself! Yet, she was a mother, and nurturing is what mothers do.

"Well... I'm almost halfway now. Not sure I'll be able to swing it by the fall though unless Pete back there decides to give me a decent raise." She raised her voice in jest in case Pete might hear her and at least consider it. Doubtful. Pete's wife lead him around by the penis and she was as tightwad as they come.

Daphne put her hand on her hip and leaned toward Adrian in an innocent flirtatious manner, her other hand gently resting on his upper back.

"Why? You gonna let me borrow yours? I'd take real good care of it! Cross my heart!"

She stood up straight now, her best posture, chest forward, knees together, toes pointed, as she made an "x" symbol across her heart and nodded emphatically before breaking into a rolling laugh.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He grinned like a Cheshire cat as she vowed to look after his Mac whilst she ‘borrowed’ it. He looked up at her and smiled. As she stood straight, the curves of her breasts became apparent, and her rather toned legs looked good with her perfect stance. He grinned and winked. “Cute”

“Well you’re welcome to come round and use my iMac, but I sense that wouldn’t be practical?”

She shook her head before another customer walked into the coffee house, and she returned to her duties, and he returned to his iPad.

He felt a degree of empathy for her. But on top of that he was feeling an attraction, a desire for her. She was young, almost young enough to be his daughter. Generation gap had always been a curiosity of his, wondering what it would be like to sleep with someone quite younger. He had also heard of tales from his friends of being propositioned. ‘Lucky Bastards’ he always thought in his mind.

He quickly logged onto JohnLewis and looked at their Mac Prices, the basic Mac Air models were just under a grand, whilst the top of the range Mac Pros were close to two grand. He again pondered about offering her an interest-free loan. But even with the cash she had, that would be a struggle on her finances.

With his coffee finished, he collected his belongings, before, standing up and taking the cup and place to the counter and Daphne.

“Are you in over the weekend at all?” he asked, “if so possibly see you then.”

He turned and walked out, collecting his belongings and headed home, leaving Daphne with her dilemmas, but his mind working overtime.

 

[Showdolly1]

"Not so far as work goes. I work at the library on the weekends; tonight, and then my shift starts when they open tomorrow at 10. I try to stop in here for coffee first. It's my one weekly guilty pleasure!"

She winked at her friend flirtatiously, having noticed his not-so-hidden glances at her body. It felt good to be noticed, and she didn't even think about how much older he was than she. After all, she knew he was married and figured him to be just a dirty bit of a flirt with all the gals in all the places he frequented. The Christmas gift had certainly made her feel special, but Daphne hadn't had time to consider anything more than a friendship.

Waving in return as Adrian left, Daphne blew him a kiss just off-hand - just because it had crossed her mind to do so. She turned and trotted a little, swinging her rear a little more than she needed to as she took her place behind the counter again.

One coffee, two lattes, three mochas - no, four. It was a humdrum of a day, and she still had the library shift to think about.

Dang. If she didn't have to fill every spare moment with studying, her job at the library would probably provide her a little bit of down-time. She could relax... even possibly read some fiction, if one could believe that.

But how to get the computer she so needed before her current situation would allow? She didn't want to take a loan out to get it; just one more monthly monetary obligation, and a disaster waiting to happen that would be! What might she be able to trade for it? And who might trade her?

Daphne pondered, and went back to work, smiling at every customer and flirting with the ones who might tip her better for it.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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The next couple of weeks, Adrian saw Daphne pretty much every time he visited Boydens in the week. They always smiled, chatted and even mildly flirted, as he often left her a slightly generous tip. Each time, he saw her, the more intrigued, he was by her.

She wasn’t pretty in a glamorous sense, but she was certainly a cute, attractive gal next-next door sort of girl, woman. She had a cute smile and mysterious dark eyes and for someone with two young children, reasonably in good shape, but lifting children around every day is a good form of strength training, especially as they get older and heavier.

And each time he saw her, the topic of her laptop would appear in conversation somewhere, and she wasn't making that much progress. The more he heard about her want of a laptop, her desire for a Mac, the more he thought of his fantasy, and his idea.

But there could be repercussions if she didn't accept, and why should she? It was sort of flattering, but also potentially rather degrading, as he would be using his power, his financial leverage over her. It tings went well, he would act out a fantasy of his. If it went badly, at best, he would have to stop using Boydens, but some of the other worst-case scenarios were not even worth contemplating.

He looked at her as she walked past his table, again in her usual brown shirt, unfastened to reveal a simple pale camisole, the curves of her legs accentuated by her leggings, her feet covered in a pair of sensible active Skechers.

He inhaled deeply as his heart raced within the confines of his chest. Her shift was about to finish, and she would have some spare time as she walked to the library for her afternoon job. He could help her, and he wanted to help her, in more ways than one, especially if she would help him with his fantasy. He sipped his coffee and waited for her to finish her shift, and for them to have some time together.

She had looked at him strangely when he asked if he could chat with her outside work. As the second hand slowly moved, the more apprehensive he became. Suddenly he wondered if he could go ahead with his proposal. Slowly he started to rehearse in his head, his proposal, what he was going to say. But he also knew that no plan survived contact with the enemy.

 

[Showdolly1]

The days were long and the hours were short, and the more Daphne tried to get ahead it seemed the more she fell behind. She was doing okay, for the most part - paying the bills and such. Life was paycheck to paycheck, with no wiggle room and no hope for coming up for air any time soon.

Then it had dawned on her that she might have one outlet. Adrian, that guy at work who was always coming in with his new toys, and who didn't seem to mind talking about how well he was doing. But it was embarrassing to ask for a loan, especially when she knew that all she could pay him as a payment wasn't much more than he tipped her every month. But if he was already essentially financing her hopes, why mightn't he go ahead and finance the whole dream?

But how do you bring up something like that with someone you barely know better than an occasional informal association? Even if the guy did buy her a Christmas gift last year. She just wasn't sure that she wouldn't come off as desperate, or chase him away from the coffee shop when he was her best tipper.

And then he asked to chat with her outside of work. He'd never done that, not even at Christmas. He'd asked her to come outside and helped her get the basket to her car, but she'd done that on her break at work and not outside of hours. There seemed to be something in his request, something she couldn't quite put her finger on...

But, nonetheless, she called the babysitter on her break to let her know she'd be a few minutes late today and Adrian waited. He didn't act oddly the rest of the shift, only watching the clock and smiling if she looked her way and he caught her. But Daphne could feel her anticipation climb.

At the stroke of 2, the still-young mother clocked out, took her apron off, used the facilities, and straightened up in the employee restroom a bit more than she usually did. Whatever this was, it didn't need her sweaty coffee brat look.

Coming out from behind the counter, she picked up her purse from under the counter, smiled at Adrian, and shrugged. "Ready when you are, guy!"

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian got up and opened the door for Daphne as he followed her into the spring sunshine, and the hustle and bustle of the street outside. It was a glorious spring day, and it was set to continue over the weekend. Adrian felt good, though deep down he was apprehensive.

They walked for a while making small talk as he guided her into a local park a few minutes walk from the parade of shops where Boyden’s was located and then he stopped and turned to face Daphne.

“So how bad is your laptop fund Daphne?” he asked, with a hint of nervousness, apprehension in his voice. He looked down at her and smiled weakly at her. Despite his ‘mental rehearsals’, he wasn’t sure how to go about the subject. He only hoped, if she was to accept his proposal, she would be worth it.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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(This post was written by both ShowDolly and myself using another means as it was a long conversation. Please bear with us )

“I’ve Actually been meaning to talk to you about that. Honestly it’s no working good; it shuts itself off every 30 minutes or so - sometimes quicker. I’ve been only doing homework on the library computers during my shift on the weekends, or for an hour or two in the afternoon before I pick up my kids from daycare.”

“So your studies are slow….” he replied as e looked at her.

“And as I understand from previous conversations, you need a laptop but want, desire a Mac Pro?”

“Oh I’d love one!”

Daphne reigned her excitement in a few notches.

“But is about decided to be practical about what I can afford, especially in payments. You see, that’s why I’d hoped we could chat. I think I could make a low monthly payment, but rent centers don’t carry the quality I need for my music software and banks won’t lend me enough on a personal note. I.” Daphne sighed. “I’m running out of options.”

Adrian looked at her as he listened. One of his options was an interest free loan, but he sensed that even with that, the payments would be difficult. She probably almost had enough for a windows laptop, but she clearly wanted an apple machine, and from her mumblings about music software would prefer the more powerful MacPro.

“Well Daphne I was contemplating offering an interest free loan, but even then if you went for the Mac Air that would be $100 a month for ten months, or the Mac Pro for almost 24 months… “

He inhaled as he paused.

“I sense that a $100 would be a burden on you?”

He looked at her as his heart started to race in his chest.

Daphne cringed as she listened to him go through the numbers. She knew it would be tight but she was hoping for a little less.

She bit her lower lip as she replied. “I was thinking I might could do $20 a week at least most weeks so hundred dollars might be a little bit outside of my range but just barely….”

She tried to sound encouraging. She knew that that shouldn’t be very much of a burden on her but it was and she could tell that he knew it.

He nodded as he listened. She would find anything over $75 a month difficult. Now it as crunch time…

“Well Daphne, there may be another option?” pausing as he inhaled deeply, nervousness creeping into his normally confident manner.

“Well I was, have been contemplating that maybe we can help each other?”

She really tried not to let her desperation and gratefulness seep into her voice, but the thought that she should do so was about three seconds behind her actual spoken words.

“Oh Adrian it’s so kind of you to even consider helping me! you really don’t have to but anything that you( can do to help really I’m willing to do whatever it takes just ask just say so”

He gulped visibly as she mentioned ‘willing to do whatever’.

“Well My proposal is a tad unorthodox…”

Inhaling before he continued, and started to walk slowly at the same time.

“Well, I need some help… You see a few of my friends have spoken about being hit upon by younger females, and they claim they have slept with them… “

He pauses yet again as he tries to find the words to continue, his rehearsals clearly not having made much difference. Only after a few yards walking he stops and turns to face her.

“I have a a a desire to be picked up, seduced by someone younger than me… Next weekend my wife will be away for the weekend… “ his voice trailing off

Daphne’s heart skipped a beat when he used the word seduced. She knew they had flirted and had fun, but she never knew she had affected him quite like that!

“You are married!” She wasn’t quite sure if she was reminding him or reminding herself.

“What exactly is it that you want me to do? your sex slave are some other pervy thoughts? Exactly what kind of girl do you think I am?? I’m a mom for gods sake! I might flirt... I might tease... but I don’t fuck random guys for favors.”

Daphne was tempted to slap him. She almost did... but she really wanted - no she really needed the flippin’ laptop.

He cringed when he heard her voice. It wasn't what she said so much but the tone of her voice. He saw the anger in her cheeks.

“Well as you hinted at, we have chatted even flirted. I would like you to take that flirting to the next level or is that the next levels?”

He sighed before continuing. “I want you to flirt, to seduce me as if you mean it Gorgeous, Daphne and in return the Mac Pro is yours…”

He looked at her in a deathly silence, even nature seemed to have taken a pause.

She almost decided to show him what chauvinist he was being. She almost passed him if what she was supposed to do was press her body up against him and kiss him for us it was worth. And then she almost did.

But then he said something else; something kind of sounded like he would give her the computer for free- Free in exchange For this seduction he seemed to so need.

Um. Hello!! Free??

“Adrian. What do you mean. What do you mean it’s mine?”

He looked at her still somewhat nervous.

“If you help me with my little fantasy, I’ll help you get the laptop of your dreams. He saw a park bench and quickly hurried over to it as he took his day sack of his shoulder and retrieved his Mac Pro.

Moment slater it was open as he went to John Lewis’s website and started to enter Apple into the search bar.

Moments later he selected the top of the range Mac Pro at just over $2000 and open it up.

“Is this the one you desire?”

Daphne you looked at him and then her eyes shifted to the screen. She turned her head to look to read the description. I shifted again to Adrian‘s face. Then back to the screen, quickly again at Adrian. She swallowed. Hard. She blinked. Twice.

“Well.” She swallowed again. She moved in closer to him, put her hand on his, and shrugged.

“In my dreams,” was all the words she could muster.

“Well if you help me make my dream come to fruition, I’ll gladly help you with yours…” he offered almost in a coarse whisper.

Her hesitation lasted only a moment longer, And then she reached down to where he was sitting at his screen and gave him a kiss she imagined earlier.

“Fine,” she said breathlessly. “But I won’t fuck you, you can’t hurt me, if you bring my kids into this you’re a dead man, and please….”

What on gods green earth was she thinking?? What kind of man would even offer?? Would he rape her? Would he kidnap her, sell her into slavery like some trafficked whore?? He hadn’t seemed that way but she’d heard the horror stories.

“Just, please, Adrian…” what else??? What else!! What were the rules to this sort of thing, anyway?

“At least to start with let’s keep it somewhere that I can scream for help. The coffee shop parking lot, maybe?”

Daphne was still convinced that she wouldn’t have sex with Adrian. She wouldn’t give up her morals for any material objects.

Would she? Of course not.

But sucking dick was no big deal. Right?

Right.

He looked at her as she rambled on, at least the order. It came across disjointed but what she was saying kinda made sense.

He inhaled deeply.

“I don’t want to fuck you, Daphne. “Pausing “ “Fucking sounds random, purely physical. “I guess I've become fond of you, not in a lurve sense, but nonetheless I enjoy our chats, our flirting.”

He turns to face her.

“I may be a bad man but I have some morals, and kids are not even in my thoughts… Nor is hurting you Daphne” his voice now quiet timid sincere.

He placed his hand on her cheek cupping it briefly.

“Guess I've made a huge error of judgment, for which I apologise, starting to pack his laptop into his daysack.

She thought the panic rise in her chest as he seemed to be leaving. How to make him understand she only needed to protect herself to protect her kids. She only wanted to make sure she wasn’t getting in deeper than she bargained for. She only wanted to make sure this deal was exactly what it seemed…

Sexual favours. For payment. To get what she needed. Nothing more, nothing less.

She touched his arm as he packed stopping him. As he looked up at her she cast into his eyes. Again, she kissed him. This time, deeply, slowly - with passion.

“Don’t leave. Adrian. Please don’t leave.”

He was totally surprised by her kiss how tender and passionate it was as he responded placing his hand on her cheek before as quickly as it started it was finished. But that kiss told him there was a mutual attraction.

“So Daphne do we have a possible basis for a deal, an agreed deal of mutual support, assistance?”

He looked at her, his heart was pounding, his mind a whirlwind, that second kiss completely taking him by surprise.

“Maybe we have a deal, yeah. Just move slowly because I’m super freaked out. I need to be careful.”

Daphne squirmed, her discomfort obvious.

“Look, if I’m going to do this I expect best. I want the newest model. That, when you showed me, looked great, but it’s not the best I want the best. And if it comes with bonuses I want all the bonuses. And if it comes with an extra device like an extra iPad or something I want that too. Got it? Whatever it is you want from me, well I guess I’ll get there but I want more than my fair share.

“What I want from you, Daphne? Simple, I want you to seduce me as you mean it, like that kiss you just gave me, but for the whole evening, even overnight. And I’ll happily pay for the babysitters…”

He looked at her and smiled.

“But what do you exactly want from me, Daphne? Other than the latest Mac Pro? Oh, and does your college have an educational discount from Apple?”

Shemale today suggestion of paying for the babysitter but then just as quickly as she melted she’s a fiery hot again.

“DISCOUNT???? What do you mean fucking discount? you don’t need a fucking discount. I don’t KNOW if they give a discount!!! Do you want me to ask if they give a discount to whores who suck dick for the computers??”

He raised his eyebrows at her sudden outburst. The worst that afternoon, he was anticipating that sort of outburst for his initial proposal, his offer to pay for her laptop if she slept with him. And then her rambling about wanting the laptop and Ipad, he wasn’t quite sure exactly what she wanted in return.

“I know that many colleges have a deal with Apple’s educational site where they offer a student’s discount…” He met her eyes seeing her anger.

He opened his rucksack again and retrieved the laptop, opening his mac, and the website reappearing.

He started to move his finger on the mouse pad and as Daphne looked upon, he selected the top of the range Mac Pro and added it to his cart, at just over $2,200.
“What else do I need to consider?” he asked timidly.

Daphne inhaled at the sight of the price of the computer she wanted. She furiously went to typing to her smartphone looking up the information he needed.

“Fine! I’ll find your fucking discount code…”. seeing on Her end that the discount was 40% suddenly made her braver.

“But I want the Mac-Pro, And the iPad-Pro, And the latest iPhone with the discount because it’s worth basically the same!!” She blinked thrice, not having done the math.

“And … dinner out! Every week! And keep wine in my fridge!!”

Maybe she was pushing it. But she knew she was good. Damn good. Worth every penny plus his houseful of fucking precious whatevers.

He looked at her as he entered the relevant discount code she had shown him, and then started to search for the iPhone 8, where the discount was only around 10% and then the Ipad Pro Mini also around 10%

“I’ll happily get the electronic gadgets you want, desire Daphne but sorry I won’t agree to an ongoing arrangement. Otherwise, I’d go to a sugar daddy site!”

He met her eyes, the contents of the shopping bag almost at $3,500.

“And as you have moved your goal posts, I will do the same”

Daphne didn’t know what sugar daddy site was, but at this point, it was Adrian she wanted. She narrowed her eyes and gazed at him for what seemed an eternity; it might’ve been a full minute.

“Fine. Dinner this week - A really nice one. With wine.”

She suspected he was moving their agreement to more than a blow job, but she knew the computer was worth more than that to start with…

He looked at her and smiled.

“My final offer, I’ll will buy you those gadgets, and during the course of your seduction I will take you out for a romantic meal. In return, you will spend the night with me, sleep with me, bareback.”

He paused… “My wife had to stop taking the pill a few years ago, and I miss that intimacy. And on top of that $500 for your babysitter and any other expenses you may have for our date?”

Daphne had to stop and think. So there it was, after all. He did want sex. Full seduction. What. The fuck. Ever. He was good-looking enough despite being somewhat chubby. Wasn’t like this would be difficult.

“Upfront,” she demanded, holding out her hand, a twinkle of a thought in her eye.

“Give me your bank or PayPal details and I’ll transfer the fund this afternoon” his voice was slightly shaky as he met her eyes again with his own…

She nodded and typed in her PayPal email for him.

“One last thing.” She moved his Mac and straddled his lap and moved close enough to whisper into his ear.

“If you insist on fucking me, i insist on coming.”

He was surprised by her boldness as she sat on his lap, his hands instantly moving to her side.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way my sweet Daphne,” he whispered into her ear as she leant towards him, feeling his cock twitch.

She quickly sucked on the lobe of his ear, froze for just a moment, and was off his late band back up the street towards her car in the coffee shop parking lot before he could blink twice. He did have her email now, after all, and she had to pick up the kids and swap sitters so she could get to class.

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[CFMB_fan]

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He watched her scurry away, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He was spending a lot more money than he had planned, but that wasn’t really a problem, as long as she was a good fuck.

He packed his mac, yet again and then started to walk back home still quite in a state of disbelief. He couldn’t believe how bold she had been but also how to determine she was to get what she wanted. But the meal out could be fun, but he was also curious as to how she would go about seducing him.

Once home, he ordered the items from the Apple Educational store, the Mac-Pro, the iPhone 8 and the Ipad Pro (Mini) complete with stylus and keyboard. She could effectively use that as a small laptop for college use.

He forwarded to her the order confirmation email, and then he transferred the $500 he offered together with a little note, a little incentive.

“IF you really convince me that my seduction was genuine and not just a role play, I’ll transfer another $500 in the morning.”

And then in a moment of madness, he called a local florist and arranged for a bunch of yellow roses to be sent to her that afternoon in the library.

It was only later that evening with his wife in bed did he contact her again.

Hi Daphne.

Clare will be leaving Friday and returning Monday morning. So we have three possible evenings for you to assist me with my fantasy. Which night, up to you.

All I ask is that you make it as realistic as possible and that my seduction is genuine. I hope you saw my little post with my transfer about your ‘bonus’?

IS there anywhere where you would like to suggest for our evening when you realise that I’m home alone that night? Then I can pre-book the restaurant.

Oh and no need to dress up too much, I like you as I often see you, in your brown shirt and leggings, an alluring girl next door look.

See you soon.

A.

He pressed return and awaited her responses, replies.

 

[Showdolly1]

Daphne received flowers at the library that evening. From the note included, she knew it was from Adrian and took a break from her homework to check her email. Sure enough, there was a note from her friend-turned... what, exactly?

She replied that Saturday evening would be best; it was the only evening where she both didn't have evening obligations and also didn't have to get up early the next day for work. Her library shift ended at 4. She made no acknowledgement about his added incentive; things were starting to turn unbelievable, and she wasn't sure if she should be flattered or scared.

Daphne really wasn't sure about a restaurant; she was just hoping for somewhere more upscale than she would ever afford. She listed a few things she might like to eat and her favorite wine choices, and asked him to pick something that would be nice enough she'd not be able to go on her own but not so nice that his request of dressing in her own style would be out of place.

A quick check of her PayPal account confirmed that he'd sent her some cash, so after the library closed at 7pm she went to find a few things. First, of course, she'd need an outfit. He'd said not to dress up, but what girl doesn't enjoy dressing up at least a little for a date?

Just using her own style, Daphne picked out a gingham dress that mimicked the look of a country cowgirl. She knew she had boots to match it, but she picked up some earrings that would highlight her face. She was out of eyeliner so she picked up some of that, and just for fun grabbed a new lipstick color too.

Then it was over to the lingerie shop. All that was in her drawers at home was... well, it certainly wasn't first date worthy, let alone "guaranteed sex date" worthy. Nope, a new set of bra and panties was definitely on the menu, and she grabbed a perfume sampler for just a few dollars there as well.

What else would she need?

The girl had so much fun shopping for her "date" that she almost forgot that this was all a payment. It was all a rouse. He'd asked her to make sure it felt real. To her it did feel real. He was a nice guy, and attractive enough. The arrangement was odd and uncomfortable but... getting out of the house for something other than work or school would be fun.

Wouldn't it?

 

[CFMB_fan]

Tuesday Morning.

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It was Tuesday when he next entered Boydens, and saw Daphne smiling as he saw her scurrying around. At the counter he waited, watching her from the corner of is eyes, though it wasn’t long before she approached to serve him.

He remained as normal as ever as he greeted her with the usual form of flirty comments before he took his order and sat at a table in the window, the angle of the chair allowed him to watch the ongoings within the coffee house, and retrieved his iPad from his gym bag and started to browse.

But he watched her over the top of the iPad. Not consistently, but a little glance here, a little glance there. He was curious as to how, when she would start the process of his seduction. Whilst it wasn’t totally out of character for him to frequent early in the week, it was the exception rather than the norm, but he did it in part, to allow her time to start upping the ante however she felt appropriate.

Once or twice, as she moved, he took a photo of her using the iPad discreetly, such that no one would be the wiser, but he was starting to build a little portfolio of her at work, some material to admire, appreciate when at home alone.

 

[Showdolly1]

It was only Tuesday, and Adrian was back in. If she'd known she'd have worn something different. He seemed to almost act like nothing had happened, nothing was going on, nothing planned. She played along as best she could.

Was he watching her? Maybe Daphne was paranoid. She made herself a caramel macchiato.

She decided to test the waters, make sure he hadn't forgotten - make sure she hadn't dreamed the whole damn thing. Was this real life?

Daphne bumped his chair with her butt "by accident" as she moved past him to clear a table.

"Oops, sorry about that!" She grinned and held his gaze for 2 seconds too long before moving along with her work.

She swept the floor between the mid-morning rush and the pre-lunch rush. Bumped him again. "Oops!" was all she said that time. She intentionally swept with her back to him, hoping he'd notice her bit of a bend for his benefit.

Refills? Of course refills. Table service, complete with a smile... and with bending over too far to set the cup down. "Riiiiiight here, I guess is good? Maybe a little closer? There ya go. Anything else I can do for you?" Big grin.

This felt so silly, yet it was oddly exhilarating at the same time. Daphne couldn't remember when she'd had this much fun. It felt like harmless flirting, yet she knew - or at least hoped - that it would have some effect on him both now and in the days to come. It wasn't completely harmless, after all - was it? What was that called, anyway?

Anticipation, she recalled. Build-up. To... the climax.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Absorbed by the story he was reading on his iPad, he had stopped watching Daphne for a while. But then the ‘bump’ as her bum knocked into him, his chair brought him back to the harsh world of reality.

Not that being knocked by Daphne was harsh. He looked at her and saw her face blush but a glint in her eye as she apologised. He dismissed the incident as a pure minor accident, incident but he wondered if it was deliberate.

She had never bumped into him previously.

But then she bumped into him again, as he turned to face her, this time he was sure she had unfastened a button on her brown, uniform blouse, or shirt. He was never quite sure what the difference was. But he could see more of her cleavage, though partially hidden by a camisole/vest; he wasn’t sure.

But a case of less is more.

And then she refilled his cup. He looked up at her and smiled.

“Thank you, Daphne…” pausing before continuing “You’re cute.”

 

[Showdolly1]

Daphne grinned and stood up straight. She cocked her hip off to one side and bent her elbow to support the back of her head, feigning a primp to her hair.

"Aww, shucks, Mister." She winked. "I think y'er purdy cute yerself!" She bounced her hip a couple of times at him and grinned across the room at a couple of points and jeers.

Yeah, fine, you dolts. Laugh it up. Which one of us is getting laid this weekend? Not you, I'd wager!

She snuck a bit closer to what now was definitely her favorite customer, and tilted his iPad down until it was face-down on the table. She leaned close to him, but not so close as to be in his ear as she whispered.

"Cute? I hope you think I'm more than cute." She tapped his nose with her finger, and went back to work behind the counter as new customers came in the front door.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He blinked hard as she leant in, almost demanding that he thought that she was more than cute.

But he grinned as he replied. “That would be saying, besides your a member of staff, and that I’m spoken for…”

But he looked at her and wondered what she was thinking. He somehow wanted mention casually that he was at home alone that weekend, as part of the ‘role play’ that they were starting.

“But If I was slightly younger, free and single, well who knows?” he added meeting her gaze as he pulled away and back to those new customers. But his cock was semi-hard, she was certainly giving it a good shot at the roleplay, at his ‘natural seduction’

 

[Showdolly1]

"Age has precious little to do with anything at all." Daphne practically choked the rest of the sentence down because she couldn't say it out loud; there were too many people in here now for that. Sometimes you could get away with a whisper - after all, the coffee shop was designed to stifle noise so people could sit and enjoy their drinks and snacks, or work, or have a business meeting, or whatever - but talking to a customer across the room just wouldn't fly.

As long as all the equipment functions properly.[/]

Well, for that matter, as long as it functions properly most of the time, really because a break in the action is sometimes a good thing. Daphne really didn't think it all through that far, though, because there were mochas to be made and double espresso shots to be had. Cream to be dispensed...

Next was wiping down tables. She wiped down Adrian's first... and third... and fifth...

"Age has little to do with it and neither does single. Mostly it's just about being free. At least, that's how the young see it." The quick jab about age couldn't be helped, and Daphne smirked just a bit as she said it.

 

[CFMB_fan]

And then it's Thursday

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He watched her as she wiped his table her toned legs close to him, the tight lycra leggings emphasising the shape. A mixture of being a young mother, with two jobs that require her to be on her feet daily, she had rather toned legs - something that Adrian appreciated. He wondered what they would look like in lace top stockings and a suspender belt or even a Waspie, a Waist Cincher.

“And of course you being young, will know all about that hey gorgeous?” he followed, before she looked at him, and left the table, returning to her other duties. But he decided to call it a day as he finished his free refill, and stood up, leaving a $10 bill on the table knowing she would have a reasonable tip from the change.

He turned around as he went to leave and waved bye, before he headed home, and back to the world of reality, of routine, of being a domestic servant in his marriage.

Thursday:

The second time that week, he changed his routine to be at Boydens, this time arriving just before lunch, as he enters and sees Daphne at a table clearing up. As he waited patiently, he looked at her when he could, without making it too obvious.

Flat white and a sausage roll please.” gorgeous, he stated as she stood behind the counter. She looked rather pretty, alluring despite clearly not having slept well.

“How are you, and the little kids?” he asked genuinely interested in them. He listened as she replied whilst making his coffee, her side turned to him, before he took the tray and headed to a table, a low table with a couple of leather chairs and a small matching xsofa, and sat down.

 

[Showdolly1]

He walked in just before lunch. Damn him! Lunch was super busy around here on Thursdays, and he'd sat just in a place where if she had three seconds to breathe she could sit with him. He looking all business-casual today and handsome. They'd always flirted but this week, today especially, she found herself noticing his every muscular defining line.

Daphne was both exhausted and exhilarated. She told Adrian about her kids, how the little one had come down with a cough so she'd had to find a sitter who could watch him during the day because the daycare wouldn't. She'd told him a little of this, a little of that - but not about how she'd tossed and turned wondering what she could do to snare him into her trap... her trap, that he'd asked her to set.

Today she'd opted for the full brown skirt. It wasn't quite knee-length and hung loose, but the white button-down top that went with it was a "one style works fine" shirt cut for men. In that case, it was either get it the right size for your boobs and let the rest of your body drown or get it the right size for your belly and let your boobs pull at the buttons. She'd opted for the latter today, almost willing that damn button to pop.


Thankful for the opportunity, she approached Adrian with a smile and plate full of food.

"Hey there hunky - this guy just walked out on his order and left it. Manager says to toss it but I thought you might enjoy it? Toasted sandwich and cheese, the Thursday special. Interested in a hot meal brought straight to you for just the love in your eyes?" Daphne smiled a sweet smile, a little shy but fully knowing that the way to most men's hearts was through their stomach. At least, in mixed company.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He listened with empathy, trying not to glance at her breasts too much, through her blouse was a tad tight there, the buttons were straining, and there were clear stress lines in the fabric. But as he rarely visited on Thursday, she was unlikely to have chosen that for him

But once at his table, he enjoyed the coffee and sausage roll, though before he had finished it, Daphne had returned, with a plate, a toastie sandwich steaming away.

He blushed slightly with the ‘love in his eyes’ comment but thanked her gleefully as he took the plate from her. It wasn’t often she wore a skirt, wondered if her laundry was overtaking her!

“Thank you sweetness…” he replied meeting her look and gulped slightly. And then she was called away with the lunch trade. The toasted sandwich was very tasty, and filing, he normally would have had one or the other; NOT both.

But with his two plates empty and tidily stacked, and his coffee cup dry apart from the remains of the milk, he read his book on the iPad, watching her as and when he could glance a glimpse of her without being obvious, he just chilled out. Finally, as people started to head out back to work or their routine, Boyden’s started to quieten, and Daphne was on the clearing rounds with the afternoon shift barista, Sarah.

“Enjoy”?” she asked with her cheeky grin.

“Yes thanks, and glad it’s almost the weekend…” he turned to face her. “Do you ever get the weekend off, I know your at the library on Saturday.”

The weekend bit isn't probably necessary, but he hoped he had thrown it into the conversation rather casually so not to be really out of place.

Daphne looked at him before she replied.

“Sundays are my only rest day, family day with the kids. And My mother is coming down tonight for the weekend to see her grandchildren. What about you, any plans?”

He looked at her, meeting her eyes with his own before replying in a casual matter of fact manner.

“Clare is away with her mother and sister for a girls Spa weekend, so home alone, so a few beers and a movie or two that Clare doesn't enjoy.” He wondered how she would react, and wondered if her mother visiting was part of her cover for having a babysitter?

 

[Showdolly1]

"I see. Sounds like fun! A weekend of quiet. That's what my mother says I need. She's insisting, in fact, that after freshening up from my library shift on Saturday that I leave the house and the kids with her and not return until after all the bars are closed." Daphne sighed like it was the most inconvenient intrusion on her life, ever. And it would have been.

"I don't mind a drink but it's no fun alone. And what does the woman expect me to do for dinner? It's not like I can afford to go out."

With that, Daphne sighed an exhausted and annoyed sigh and plopped herself down right next to Adrian on that leather sofa in the far corner.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He watched, curious. Her comment was almost asking, inviting him to suggest he should be her date. But he wanted her to make the move, to invite him, if not today tomorrow. But she did sound tired, he hoped she would be awake enough On Saturday.

“Well maybe you should try one of those single bars or even online dating!” he quickly added partly joking but in the longer term quite serious.

“Afterall you are intelligent, pretty and well a lovely bubbly personality.”

“I Ought to return to the grind soon, but I’ll be back tomorrow after the spin class, try and get rid of some of this flab!” as he poked his own stomach

 

[Showdolly1]

The working mother scoffed at the gentleman's suggestion that she try bars or online dating. Like she had time to comb through men right now! But then she laughed with him about her "bubbly" personality.

"I'm naturally caffeinated," Daphne announced, sitting up a little bit straighter with a smile on her face and a nod.

He poked fun at his own body, and she patted his stomach in the same place he had in order to negate his comments.

"Nonsense! I like you even when you don't go get dizzy at a gym every week." She made playful eyes at him, hoping he'd catch her goofy pun but knowing that it made almost no sense at all. It was cheesey, but she just wanted him to smile.

"You do the gym thing and I'll do the bar thing, but I bet we could both come up with something more fun than either of those." She winked and rose from her seat to get back to work, pretending for all she was worth like she had just been making small talk.

"See you tomorrow, guy."