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Night Shift Baristas- Part One- Aperitif

It was another Friday night closing at the bookstore. I was working with my all-star crew. My manager, Carol wanted to get out on time and pushed that, because she had to be back here in the morning for the opening shift. I was her back up as the supervisor, and we had a dream team of booksellers to make sure that the customers tonight were taken care of and the store would be put back together after it was inevitably torn apart by the weekend throng. We had Bonnie and Marty as cashiers so we knew checkout would be a breeze with only occasional calls for backup when it got too busy. Then there was the café; that was the only wildcard: Kelsie and Melissa were on tonight. Kelsie came at 4 for her shift barely in uniform. She was a looker, if a bit on the trashy side. She wore black, form fitting yoga pants that really shouldn’t be part of dress code; but that only required black or khaki non-jean pants. I could’ve sworn there was something about no spandex but I know if I were to bring it up, she’d say they were cotton or something, so I let it slide. They showed off her round and shapely posterior, a bit too much. Her top was the standard issue polo shirt that seemed to be a size too small and unbuttoned so the tops of her very round, almost spherical breasts were visible, along with her collar ‘popped’ in some ridiculous fashion statement. Her curly dark hair spilled over her shoulders to complete the look. Carol would have to be the one to mention her pants or cleavage; I ...

... wasn’t going to do that as a male superior. Actually she wasn’t in uniform… and I did end up having to have a talk with her. “Kelsie, you can’t have nail polish in the café. You know that.” “Oh come on Mark, I just got them done yesterday for a college night party. I can’t take it off after one day.” Thursday nights were for college partying as no college student in their right mind would take Friday classes. Clubs inevitably did Thursday night college nights with no cover for pretty girls with college IDs. I doubt anyone paid any attention at all to her nails though. “You know the rules Kelsie; if Steve (the café manager) were in he’d tell you the same thing.” “I know, fine.” She asked Carol for some nail polish remover and went to work removing the pink from her nails till she was natural again. I think she must’ve known I was watching her, though to be honest I couldn’t tell you why I was. I just found it entrancing. She finished and looked up directly at me, “There,” wiggling her long, now-natural fingers to me, in a fake sweet voice she asked “can I go to work now?” I laughed, “Go on you brat.” She smiled and went out to the café. Melissa came in at 5:50, ten minutes early and ready to start her shift in the café. She was a sweet girl, and I was glad to have her in the café that night. She was really pleasant to the customers, with a sunny attitude. I wanted her to take care of the customers while Kelsie, who had a tendency to be caustic, handled the drink making and ...