The shop on the corner.

[Cheska]

"Java, The Hutt."
Last American Coffee shop and bad poetry house.
Owned and abused since 1972. Open weekly from 6am till 10pm.
Friday/Saturday 6am till we kick your ass out the door.
Who works on Sunday? we sure don't.
Open Mic night Weekly, Bands may actually perform Friday and Saturday.
[We ain't Starbucks, so don't ask for a Triple Mocha latte with shit]​

JTH's was and is the everymans place, from new agers to construction workers came here and they got along fairly well. Politicians and Lawyers entered at their own risk.
Mike McReady had opened this place for his wife, her hope was to serve herbal teas and new age music. failing almost from the start, Mike saved the flagging business with honest coffee, real sandwiches and Danishes that you might sale your children for.

It had a bar that ran from the front to the back and an even ten tables, a stage at the far back corner opposit the bar hosted poet wanna be's and bands that could carry a tune well enough to not be boo'd off the stage.

While you could enjoy some really good coffees of assorted varieties, it was not and would never try to be anything more than a Coffee shop for people who wanted an honest cup.
The name had been Mike's idea, his only request and it stuck, Mike loved Star Wars.
From his Life Sized cut out Vader in the stage corner, to the R2D2 Cooller at the end of the bar, mostly for show as the cooling unit had broken years ago.

anyone was welcome to pull up a chair, order a cup and enjoy a nice place with out BS.
Mostly because a sign by the door requested you leave your Bullshit out side.

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The Cast so far. This thread is open, be a customer, be a worker, be uh.. someone.

Xaviera Le Pierre: Cheska.
Kayla: Luna_Wolf72
Sherri: Choklatekoneko

NPCs
Mike McCready: Lovable Scottish Irishman.
Audrey, His wife, creator of the best damn danishes in the state.

 

[Perplexia]

"Java, The Hutt."
Last American Coffee shop and bad poetry house.
Owned and abused since 1972. Open weekly from 6am till 10pm.
Friday/Saturday 6am till we kick your ass out the door.
Who works on Sunday? we sure don't.
Open Mic night Weekly, Bands may actually perform Friday and Saturday.
[We ain't Starbucks, so don't ask for a Triple Mocha latte with shit]​

JTH's was and is the everymans place, from new agers to construction workers came here and they got along fairly well. Politicians and Lawyers entered at their own risk.
Mike McReady had opened this place for his wife, her hope was to serve herbal teas and new age music. failing almost from the start, Mike saved the flagging business with honest coffee, real sandwiches and Danishes that you might sale your children for.

It had a bar that ran from the front to the back and an even ten tables, a stage at the far back corner opposit the bar hosted poet wanna be's and bands that could carry a tune well enough to not be boo'd off the stage.

While you could enjoy some really good coffees of assorted varieties, it was not and would never try to be anything more than a Coffee shop for people who wanted an honest cup.
The name had been Mike's idea, his only request and it stuck, Mike loved Star Wars.
From his Life Sized cut out Vader in the stage corner, to the R2D2 Cooller at the end of the bar, mostly for show as the cooling unit had broken years ago.

anyone was welcome to pull up a chair, order a cup and enjoy a nice place with out BS.
Mostly because a sign by the door requested you leave your Bullshit out side.

but is there free wi fi?

 

[Cheska]

There may be WiFi, but it's paid for by the Employees who steal it from the Pizza place next door.

 

[Cheska]

Monday 11am, and the shop is calm. A perfect time for me to indulge my new hobby, looking for a way to learn about my personal kink.
A fresh cup of tea in my very own mug. My laptop open to google and already, I am seeing pages on the how to and where at's for the subject matter at hand.
Chat rooms and boards, even personals for those bold enough to type 'Single W X, seeks Master/Mistress/etc for Training.'
I, being very female, do not have the balls for this.

I brush the hair from my bangs out of the way, adjust my midnight blue tank top with the yellow X-Men logo in graffiti style on it's front, and pull up my faded denim 'I have a fine ass, see?!' jeans. A quick look tells me that no one wants a refill and so I return to the quest.
How does one find a teacher in the wondrous world of Bondage and Discipline?
I did not want a personal add, too much potential for creepy guys wanting me to be their Baby girl/mommy.
I don't drink, so bars were right out the door and I didn't know anyone in the 'Scene' who could point me in the right direction.
So, chat rooms?

I guess it was better than nothing, famous last words?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

So...a coffee house. Java the Hutt? Cute. Very cute. Hitching up my baggy, faded jeans, checking the toes of my baby blue Timberlands, and giving myself a quick side long glance in the window, took but a moment. I decided I would pass inspection...if anyone chose to give one.

Coffee. The only thing the Gods ever thought of that was perfect in all ways. I could use a cuppa. A small one. And it seemed the place wasn't that busy. The last great bastion for the ne'er do wells of the world? Who knew. Who cared. Coffee.

Bliss.

I entered and headed for the counter at speed...five feet nothing of brown skinned girl...looking exactly like what I was. Nothing more, nothing less.

 

[Cheska]

Xaviera heard the door chime, a throw back to the old days when people actually used bells over a door instead of an automated 'bing bong'.
Closing her lap top just enough to keep her life private, she sat up and looked across the room.

And in walked at least five feet of very attractive energy given a very nice shape, "She will order a coffee, not a tea or espresso." she thought.
Hitching up her jeans one more time, she walked down to meet the woman head on. Xaviera tended to walk with just a hint of a swagger, she didn't know she did and no one pointed it out because it gave her hips an extra umph to her step, she brushed the hair from a bang away, another habit she didn't know she had.
Hazel blue eyes watching the customer, she took as much of her in before she had to make eye contact and she would.
You always looked the customer in the eye and you smiled, maybe not with your mouth but with your eyes, because that's what the customer would look at first.

"Hi, welcome to the Hutt, coffee?" Xaviera said as she was already reaching for a large mug. There were very few small mugs except the Espresso cups and she thought those were BS.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

'Oh wow...the wait staff is...phenomenal.'

The girl who sauntered over, hips clocking a steady pendulum, was taller than myself. Lightly muscled. Gorgeous. Killer smile. Beautiful eyes. I gave her a very slow once over. Couldn't help it. I am only what I am. I can be no more, no less. And anyway, she had to know she looked good enough to eat.

The question. Did I want coffee? Oh yes...that was what I came in here for.

Light brown eyes met hazel...and a wide smile, with just a hint of wickedness, made a dimple pop into the corner of my mouth. My voice~low, husky~answered.

"Yes, please. Something full bodied. No sugar, a splash of half and half."

I took a seat by the counter, one small hand drumming a restless tattoo on the wood.

"Your name? May I have it?"

 

[Cheska]

Her voice was just sexy hidden inside a womans body, 'Holy shit, sorry K.D., you just got replaced..' Setting the mug down, she poured one of the better blends and it was twenty min. fresh, with a quick sweep, she dashed the half and half into the mug and set a spoon by it's side. Mike did not truck with this stirring straw, said it added plastic to the brew and that was a sin.

"Xaviera." she said with a wily smile, she pronounced it Zah-veer-rah in one just barely high voice, a slight southern mix hidden by years of not wanting to sound southern.
She absent mindly inhaled just a bit to enhance the fact that she had the big X on her shirt. "We have the best damn cheese and Raspberry Danishes in town, perhaps in the united states, but don't tell the Pensylvania Dutch.. we stole the recipe from them."

She set the pot down, checked the timers on the other pots and made a mental note that two would need a dump and refresh soon.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

'Southern girl, long way from home and all grown up. Yum.'

"I am....hell, just call me Kayla...."

I gave her a slow once over because damn, women should not be allowed to be built like that, in public, without a keeper on hand to keep the dogs off. And I was finding out that I had VERY dog like tendencies.

She placed a mug of freshly brewed coffee just before me. Strong. Rich. Ambrosia. I inhaled the scent, stirred the coffee with the spoon and picked it, sipping it, once. A low moan escaped me...but dammit...it was GOOD coffee. And people wondered why I loathed Starbucks.

"So...Zah-veer-rah..." I had to enunciate it clearly, make sure I had gotten it right, my eyes fixing on the beauty before me. "...do y'all have just plain cheese danish? That would so hit the spot...and how the heck did you become a barrista?"

I could feel the flirty smile forming, but I couldn't stop it.

"Not that I am complaining, mind you. Just call it my natural curiosity..."

 

[Cheska]

Cheeks flushed pink as she heard this short goddess wrestle her name, making it sound better than it was, "Yes mam." she said softly, the mam drawing out a bit with her breath.
"My momma thought it was real.. very pretty and blessed me with it." turning, she took one of the cheese danishes and placed it on a plate over a small napkin, twice as big as her hand and coated with real frosting made by hand.
She placed the dish before Kayla and stepped back, she almost crossed her arms, but instead, set her hands on the back counter to her left and right, her right foot supporting most her weight while she balanced the heel of her fake gator skin boot just past shoulder width, she held her shoulders back and up with the obvious effect of her chest out a bit.
"As for being a Bar ree stah, I finished college in December and had this job a year before that. Mike, the owner, sweet Scotts man from new york, just liked me and hired me after he heard me play one night and I been here since." she said with almost nary a breath between words, "And that, is how I became a famous barrista, miss Kayla."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Head tilted slightly to the left as I listened to her little explanation. Very cute. Very, very cute. And her Southern accent just grew by leaps and bounds when she was...nervous. She spoke fast, in a voice like sweet, honeyed velvet and her hands had placed the danish before me, like a magic trick.

And the ma'am. Goddess bless but the Ma'am was killing me. I swear I was ready to scoop her up, put her in my back pocket and show her just why sweet little barrista girls never called us short tom boy types ma'am...made us...antsy.

"So, gorgeous, intelligent and creative. What do you do for an encore?"

I started pulling apart the danish, popping pieces into my mouth with steady precision. It was delicious and went perfectly with the robust blend of coffee I was sipping, contentedly.

All the while, I waited. I knew I didn't have too much time to stay...not today anyway. I had places to see and women to tease. I also knew that I would be back and I knew it wouldn't be JUST for the coffee.

 

[Cheska]

The look in her eyes was the part that sealed the deal, I would tell myself later that it was all impulse, but you call bullshit when it's bullshit.

Her words and those eyes and I was thinking bad thoughts, really bad thoughts, 'Go ahead dumb ass, give the sexy woman your phone number, cut the middle man game out an give her the number so she can .. what, what can she do..'

In my adult life, I have panicked three times. Once before a recital, once before an exam, and once when I was sneaking in my bedroom window an I was sure my dad was walking in.

This was a fourth damn it, "I give you my phone number and hope like hell you come back."

'SHIT! you stupid southern shit! good job miss Pile, show her the slut you know you aren't, FUCK!'
The blush is creeping over my face again and I know it's because her opinion of me may have just dropped to the floor, don't worry. i'll sweep it up along with my self respect.

But I wanted her to come back, because she was looking me over? because she said I was smart and pretty? because I was scared she would never grace my life again? All of the above Xavi ol'girl.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My laughter was soft but genuine. I couldn't help it. Her face was a gorgeous shade of pink, her hazel eyes flaring toward blue and I was fighting with myself to not drag her over the counter and give the few customers here...a show that they would talk about until the day they died.

Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my phone and flipped it open, scrolling hastily through the contacts. When I got to the space that said new, I handed the whole thing to the blushing, sexy woman before me and smiled.

"That is the best idea I have heard all day."

Small fingers pulled the hand holding the phone to within kissing distance and full lips kissed the fingers that clasped it.

"Go ahead and put your number in there. Trust me. I will use it."

 

[Cheska]

For the briefest of moments, I was sure I would drop the phone, crush the phone, or orgasm right there, but I did not because I realized that I was a bit wet and excited.

So, I put my combination lock number in, stared at it, erased that and put my phone number and name it. Hello, brain? get with the program.
"Yes, thank you Kayla, come again please." did I just ask her to come again?
I look up into the gorgeous eyes and I want her to come again and again and me with her.

"Let me get you a cup to go.. on the house." and I handed the phone back, did not want to. I wanted to hold that phone and feel it's warmth and read her secrets inside and smell the oil of her hand, I gave her phone back and grabbed a travel cup and poured her coffee inside, then topped it off and gave her a fresh half an half travel cup.

I was smiling at her, was I smiling too much? i bet I looked nuts. ok, fine, I was nuts because I just made a pass at a mostly stranger who was knock down sexy and I was getting horny and I was at work, fucking thank you world for random bits of life.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I grinned at her, dropped a wink and took the to go cup from her fingers, along with my phone. What else could I do? I already knew that I would be calling, sooner rather than later...and anyway, I knew she had stuff to do.

"Thank you very much for the coffee, pretty girl. I would be thanking you for your number...but...after all, you did want me to have it, didn't you?"

No more words then. I tossed some money on the counter, along with a very hefty tip. One more flashing grin, brown eyes twinkling and then I turned away...and headed for the exit. A final thought hit me though...and I couldn't leave with out expressing it.

"By the way? Calling a boi like me, Ma'am? Does funny things to my insides...and when funny things happen to me...I am apt to behave in very odd ways. You think I am entertaining when I am dressed? You should see me in action when you're nude...talk to you soon."

Out the exit then...and gone. But, no doubt, I would be back...and soon.

 

[Cheska]

I now knew what "Stunned." meant, it was maybe all of three min. before Mike cleared his throat. I look around, a few people heard her because they were staring at me.

"What?!" I grab the money and put the bill in the register and pocket my new T-shirt? thong! yes, no.. CD?! that woman.. no, Boi tips well.

I looked up at Mike, his curley red hair making him look like a too tall happy leprechaun.

"Bout damn time girl, go clean the mugs in back and go home." I had two hours before my shift ended, "But I'm off at .."

Mike just laughed, "After that? you are useless to me.. go home, eat, shower, play your violin and wait for her to call you."

"What? that? she won't.."
"Go do those mugs, go home, if my Audrey called me those thirty years ago, that woman will be callin you."

Mike is the father I should have had, I would have been hot as an scottish girl.
I go wash the ten or so mugs in the sink, plus my own and hang them up to dry, I get my jacket, my laptop, and head out the back door and walk down the alley for two blocks to the back of my two story house. It isn't a Home and Garden-Barbie Dream house, but I own it and I own the Mustang in it's garage.
I walk through my back yard herb garden and up to the stairs to my door, I sealed off the ground floor door years ago and it has confused robbers twice, then they got the shit shocked out of them when they tried to force it.

I walk in and look at my phone, one phone call?! Holy shit! I stab the button on the machine and hurt my finger just to hear my mom ask if I'll be home for New Years.
No, too far and dad will be there. I love him, but I am not gonna be his concert Violinist unless hell freezes over, I play for me and just me... an maybe Kayla..

I undress and walk into my bathroom and start the shower, I have shampoo that cleans my hair and body wash and oils my mom sends me along with perfumes, I have never opened them.

I get clean and then dry off after a rough wash, once I am back in the main room, i head across to my sleeping loft and climb up inside and start to rummage for some PJ's, "Hulk or Night Crawler?" I go with the fuzzy blue elf, sorry Bruce.
I dress and then lug out my lap top and set it up for epic web browsing and watching my TV.

I keep looking at the phone, For fuck sake Xavi, she has things to do, people to see, women to seduce... lucky bitches.

It's not even One pm yet, I know what I need and so I pick up my violin and plug in the amp and close my eyes, I need to sooth my heart with gentle stirrings.

I will play for her.. I know I will because she will tell me to.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Okay, okay. So I know that when I had left that little coffee shop behind I had meant EXACTLY what I thought. I was going to call the sexy piece and chat her up. I mean come on! A body for sin and a voice that made anything sound like sex waiting to happen? How the hell could anyone resist THAT?

But the hours sped by and by time I noticed? It was going on dinner time. I wasn't even sure what time her shift was done. But I figured 'Fuck it.' and called anyway. Maybe she wasn't doing anything too important. Hell maybe she wasn't anywhere near her phone. The least I could do was leave her a message.

The phone rang, a few times and then cut to her sexy ass saying "You have reached Xaviera. I am unable to get to the phone now. Please leave a message at the tone."

Well, I figured if I was going to leave her a message, it had better be a good one, hadn't it? When the annoying beep ended? I had my message all plotted out and ready.

"Hello, pretty girl. I did say I was gonna call, didn't I? And I am a Boi that always keeps her word. I meant to tell you earlier...but I guess I can just leave it here for you to listen to...over and over. Your hips look like they would make damned good grips...and the way you walk...is sinful. So...when you get this message...and you are no longer terrified, give me a holla. My number is...."

*BEEEEEEP*

Stupid machine cut out before the number was finished. No matter. I'd just stop in the shop another day...and give it to her in person.

 

[Cheska]

I almost dropped my violin, I stubbed my toe and I knocked the phone and answering machine to the floor.
desprate xavi?

I grabbed the phone but she had hung up already, I checked the message, twice.
That voice, that please fuck me Kayla voice.
I checked the caller I.D. and almost did a little jig right there, I would do one later.

ok, Get it together girl, take a deep breathe, now let it out.
Take another one just in case, ok. Dial that number, slowly, calm down.

Why was I so excited? because a sexy goddess boi just called you up and made you go to pieces.
Fuck yes.
It's ringing, breathe Xavi, still with the ringing...

 

[Cheska]

[As a Luna needs her sleep]

Why was it still ringing?
Check the number, check it again.
Ok, don't panic, why would I panic?

I stand up and put the phone down, was I this messed up? yes.
Then stop or she'll think you are an ass and not the kind she wants.

I clean up and put the violin after a careful examination, my grand mother gave me this and she isn't here anymore.

I need food, I call the Jade Panda and order my usual and then go make some tea.
I called, she will call back if she wants to or come visit the shop, I will wait.

Food, some TV and the I note the lack of light an see the time, bed calls and I need to be at work at 5am, Mike will be in later as he closes.

I watch House, feel better because he is such an asshole and then I head to my sleeping loft. I have never used my actual bed room, it's an empty space along with another guest room.

Maybe I should change that in case I have guest?
I'll look at some stuff online tomorrow.

I see sparkling brown eyes and a husky voice tells me to be a good girl, I curl up and promise to be good.

 

[Cheska]

Despite man kinds best effort, no one that I know of, has ever stared down a beeping alarm clock. The damn things are indifferent to what you may want at 4:45am.

I clicked the stupid thing off, stretched and then I sit up. Good bye sleep, hello new day.
Morning ritual aside, i turn on my tea maker and then go brush my teeth, hair, and put on my clothes for the day.
High top sneakers, a mid thigh denim skirt, a white tank top to get drink stains on and my Night Crawler MVP jersey. Nerd? me? The devil you say.
I grab a cup for my tea, two cubes of sugar and a sprits of lemon and then check the news. Bad news, good news, cat bites dog, politicians are corrupt, and the weather looks nice.

I finish my tea, set my home alarm, grab my laptop bag and I am off the street to work.
A brisk walk and I see Audrey just leaving, she waves and I slip into the store. She has made all the pastries for the day and set up the coffee makers and has the hot water going for the teas.
I do a check of the shop and then start turning lights on, I can see someone by the door already.
A regular, he has his Mug ready and is just waiting.

It's 5:55am and I am ready, the shop is ready, and I open the door and let the first guy in by taking his Mug and heading back behind the counter to fill it up.

Me and him will shoot the shit, he will have two or three cups, and then head out with my pay and a nice tip. $2.00 every day.

I pull down close to $75 to $100 dollars on tips alone, I know a few in the shop do not.

Welcome to the Hutt, coffee? Danish? bad poetry?

 

[Cheska]

I got off at 2:05pm, nine long hours of coffee, conversation, random jerks and some good company mixed in.

Most people would go home, I set up at a table in the corner, get my laptop warmed up and start browsing for a new look at stuff on my secret desire.

I check a few pages, a couple of board show promise, then i come across the Vassal Academy. Ok, looks interesting.

I send an e-mail, just to see what I get back.
I decide to be up front, Hi, Can you teach me how to be a Submissive? what is the life like?

I pretty much except a request for money and a punch of porn links.

Mike picks on me for not calling back the woman from yesterday, he keeps telling me to complete my journey into the 20th century and get a cell phone.
I told him I would as soon as he buys me one.

Never challenge Mike, I have a brand new cell phone sitting next to my lap top, it can be connected to my home phone so I can get messages anywhere.
Fuck you Mike, you adorable pest.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Where does the day go?

Xaviera had attempted to call me back, but I worked the evening shift and cell phones are a no go when you are supposed to be dealing with idiots who can't seem to remember what they had come in for. So? By the time I was able to call her back? It was way too late.

Fuck.

The next day, I awakened at my usual time. Did the shower thing, the dress for success thing. (In my case that means black Timberlands, black baggy jeans, black misfits tee, black newspaper boy cap. I tend to stick with what I know...) By the time I was dressed and ready for the day? It was almost 3 o'clock.

I figure she's probably home by now. So it's time to tease her some more. Slim fingers grab for my cell phone and punch out the digits needed to connect us. Hopefully, she will be in.

*RING. RING. RING*

 

[Cheska]

I almost jump out of my seat when the cell rings, Oh yea! I connected it to my home line.

I check the caller I.D. and get nothing, not set up yet, fine, "Hello mom."

I stare at the computer screen, a girl bound and gagged is kneeling, behind her stands a masked figure, 'Damn, Zorro gotta kinky side.'

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her answer is too cute. Must not be able to see my number. I giggle, softly and then clear my throat.

"Baby girl, if I had given birth to you, I would be having some serious doubts about my sanity. Incest does nothing for me but you damn sure do..."

A long pause....

"It's Kayla. How you doin?"

 

[Cheska]

I am so glad she can't see my hit my face with my palm, and I don't care that others can. I am just glad to hear her voice.

"Heh, Oh, I am good. Sorry, new Cell phone my boss got me so I can't complain about missing calls anymore. I really should get him something.. like a boot to the rear."

From across the room, "You are welcome X." Mike calls out, damn good ears on a fifty year old.

"So Kayla, how is? I just got off work a while ago and I am enjoying my freedom by not going home right away... I am sure it is a brilliant plan some how."

I cross my legs, I think I have crossed and uncrossed them four times in the last couple of min.