Jonah’s coffee was cold; he had purposely lingered with it so the waitress would walk back over. He had been coming to this cafe for years, but Lala was a new addition.
And she offered him much more of a pick-me-up far more than the cup of coffee that he drank…
She was gorgeous in a retro way, with unbelievable curves a lá Joan Holloway on Mad Men. Her bust was such that he almost hoped that one day; her blouse would pop its buttons. The suggestion of her cleavage that he could see was not nearly enough.
Lala sauntered over to him, and leaned over him as she poured his coffee. Jonah almost swooned; he could smell the perfume from her between her breasts as she poured.
‘Lala? Can you come over here for a second?’
Lala smiled at him, and then walked away toward the only other waitress working. He watched her broad hips sway as she did.
The other waitress stared at intently her as well. Deborah was a relatively new addition to the cafe as well. She was also very lovely and very voluptuous but she was not as nice as Lala. He started sipping his lukewarm coffee, and watched Lala and Deborah whisper quietly, both of them finally going to the back and he wondered what was wrong. The other customer drank her coffee in a rush and walked out of the cafe, leaving a tip in the large jar by the till, leaving him as the only person sitting there. He powered down his laptop, pushed his lukewarm coffee away, and got up to go to the bathroom.
Pushing past through the curtains, he heard moaning. Unsure where it was coming from, he wandered curiously in direction of the sound.