Never Trust Anyone Chapter 3: Coffee-fueled Craze
Story: True Story, English · Categories: Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Fetish, Mind Control, Reluctance, Toys and Masturbation · Tags: masturbation, office, lawyer, small tits, small boobs, work, webcam, Coffee Shop, lockdown, Quarantine, technology, privacy
Date: January 29, 2021 (27 days ago)
8 am, lazy Monday.
Monique needed some fresh air. After the events of the previous day, she couldn't bear to stay at home, cooped up inside the darkness of her room. She wanted to go to the office. She preferred to return to the stressful environment of the law firm. But the plague still shut down the hustle and bustle of life that she was used to.
"Fuck it," she gasped in frustration as she packed up her laptop and walked out of home.
Monique needed some fresh air, and she was ready to risk getting sick if it meant a change of scene. "I can afford it anyway," she convinced herself. She was right after all, with her sizable paycheck every month.
Poison, her favorite coffee shop, was just a few blocks from where she lived. Yet, she still drove there. The trip was short and merciful, a blessing in these otherwise bleak times.
"Good morning, Ma'am!" her usual barista greeted her warmly and gleefully. It was an early Monday morning, and she was the first costumer inside.
Monique sat right beside the window. The sky was blue, with no trace of gray.
She opened her laptop, and checked her to-do list. Biting her lip in frustration, she thought, "So much to do, so little time."
She checked her phone. "8:30 A.M." She opened the Instagram app, snapped a picture of the counter, and captioned it "Good morning" with a sleeping emoji. In an instant, she uploaded her once-in-a-blue-moon story.
"Ma'am, here's your three cold brew."
The barista, wearing her face mask and shield, spooked Monique so much that she gasped and blurted "Ah, you scared me!"
"Sorry, Ma'am," the barista apologized profusely, and lowered her head as she made her way back to the counter.
Monique blew her bangs, which had come loose with the short jump scare. The spook had given her some energy, so she opened the court filing that she had to submit to her superiors today.
But she was in for a bigger fright.
"You look cute in your peach top and torn denim skirt." The screen on her laptop went black, with only the message left.
"What? How?" She exclaimed so loud, that the barista surely heard her. Good thing the caf was still empty. Monique waived her off, and gave her the thumbs up. Of course, not all is well.
Monique typed frantically, "The fuck? Leave me alone."
The reply came swiftly, "We've only just begun."
"I'm busy. I have something due today. Can it wait?"
"Good girls don't make me wait." Attached were two files. One was the edited picture from the previous day. The other? Monique could believe what she was seeing: her eyes were closed, her mouth wide open, and her fingers going deep into town.
"Fuck! How did you…" Monique began typing when the next message came, "I can't wait to share these with all your friends".
She sighed in defeat, "Fine, what do you want?"
"I want to hear your lovely voice. You didn't make me hear it last night."
Her laptop had an internal microphone, and she knew it. So she shot back, "You didn't ask."
"Getting cocky, eh. I'm asking now."
She sighed, she didn't want to have to go through another nerve-wracking disaster. All of her Sunday had already been spent for that. And she certainly did not want to embarrass herself in public. So much for a good morning.
She replied, "Okay, but I can't scream here."
"You have headphones, right?"
Whether this guy was bluffing, Monique didn't know. And she didn't want to drag the matter further. She took out her gray headphones, connected it to her laptop, and aimed the microphone towards her mouth.
"Okay, can you hear me now?"
Her screen flashed, "Your voice is so cute. Now I can hear you cuss and coo, too. Play for me, baby."
"Does this guy really want me to masturbate in public?" She thought to herself. She replied with a half-hearted attempt to resist, "Here?"
"Yes, here," the screen read, "So, are you gonna do it? Or do you want to be famous?" Two wink emoticons came at the end.
Monique looked around. Besides the barista, no one else was inside the coffee shop. She looked outside the window just beside her. Cars were passing by, but the street was empty. Still, she didn't want to cause a scene.
"I can fake it," Monique told herself. She began moaning as loud as she could.
"I can't hear you. Take your mask an...
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