Night Shift Baristas- Part One- Aperitif - Sex Stories

Night Shift Baristas- Part One- Aperitif

... behind the scenes stuff. Melissa was perky and peppy saying ‘hi’ to everyone. In fact ‘perky’ is just about how I’d describe every bit of Melissa. Her attitude and her body, her chest certainly. Her form fitting black polo uniform was less filled out than Kelsie’s, but her smaller breasts still looked good. They seemed more triangular than round, and I found myself pondering the artistry of bra makers as well as silently thanking the company for requiring the black polo shirts that make the café girls look so good. Melissa wore khakis that weren’t as revealing as the rounder Kelsie, but still made me think that ‘perky’ was the right word for her rear asset as well. Even her light straight brown hair bounced as much as she did. I didn’t have much contact with the café during the course of the night. I had my lunch at 7 and got an employee coffee from them. At 8 and 9 I went over to collect slush (the inevitable pile of books left by bastard customers when they decide not to spend any money and leave whatever they pick up where ever they please) from the café and to check that things were good with them. During the 10 o’clock hour I got busy directing my folks to get the store put back together. I made the announcements at 10:30 that the customers had a half hour left to make their final choices, etc. and went for a last check of the café… …At the exact wrong moment. A guest with a small child (who incidentally had torn apart the entire kid’s book section) had just gotten a ...

... hot chocolate for the brat before the café closed down. The child, obviously curious about the effects of gravity, held the drink upside down watching as it poured out of the sipping hole before the lid gave way entirely and the rest of the contents splashed to the floor. I literally face palmed, and then muttered, “Clean up, aisle 6.” The Mother, not missing a beat, immediately went right back to Melissa and started complaining about the poor quality of the cups that was the obvious cause of the spill, and not the fact that the kid at 4 or 5 hadn’t mastered the concept of ‘this side up’ when it came to beverages. I heard Kelsie respond with an indignant “What!?!” and knew I had to rush in to action. I jogged up to the café. Before the idiot mother and Kelsie started swapping attitudes; that could only end badly. “Hi Ma’am I’m so sorry about that. My names Mark I’m the supervisor on the floor at the moment. I’m sure Melissa can get you a replacement hot chocolate for this little guy. Kelsie and I will go in the back and try to find a mop for that spill, sorry about your inconvenience again.” Once Kelsie and I got in the back, she spun to me to protest. I cut her off before she got the chance. “Kelsie I know it’s bull shit, trust me I know, I saw the whole thing but you can’t yell at the customers and she could’ve made your life difficult if she called Steve or the GM complaining about you. It’s really just a quick mop to fix it and the time it takes Melissa to make another one; ...