Coffee Shop Part 1

So I’ve had my eye on this cute young guy, who works at the coffee shop down the road, for a while now. I know when he shows up for work. I know his daily duty routine. I know the nights that he’s left alone to clean and close up. And tonight was that night.

I watched as the manager gave her usual speech and then went to her car and drove away. He was putting chairs upside down on the tables, getting ready to mop. I slipped out of the dark and walked in briskly.

“Um, I’m sorry, but we’re closing up,” he said, surprised.

“According to my watch, you have two minutes until the hour. It’s been such a long day. I just need a cup of coffee. Please?” I had to convince him that I could stay. He sighed then smiled and went to the back of the counter. Oh how I loved those deep cheek dimples. And those bright blue innocent eyes. Virgin, I assumed, by his look and the way he carried himself. Virgins are absolutely the best. “Decaf please. I still need to be able to sleep later,” I chuckled. Actually, it didn’t really matter what I had to drink. I had every intention of getting a good night’s rest anyways. After I fulfill my desires tonight. He handed me my cup and I paid him. Then I watched him go back to his cleaning. “When you’re done with that, you will have to leave though,” he mentioned. That’s when I walked over to him and pulled him to me. “Well I don’t plan on leaving. Not until you give me what I need.” And I kissed those cute virgin lips of his. I felt him instantly melt into me. Poor guy. I led him to the back. And pulled out a ½” thick light blue rope. He has no idea what I am about to do to him…

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