Juicy - Sex Stories

Juicy

Early morning in her little hole in the mall, Alix, a happy-go-lucky young brunette, was tidying up her station for minimum wage. Sunny Cafe was technically open, but not many people were passing by at this hour, and the ones who did already had a Starbucks cup in their hand.

A knock on the counter startled Alix, who was stacking napkins underneath. Her Sunny Cafe straw hat absorbed the impact of her head against the counter; the wince of pain, quickly replaced by a forced smile, was actually for her groinal region. Her holes were still tender from yesterday’s craziness. It would feel like a dream if her cervix didn’t loudly remind her that it recently had to unbirth fruits and wring out their juices.

“Welcome to Sunny Cafe! How can I brighten your day? Oh, hi, Mr. Sabir.”

No customer yet, just her boss peppered with gold chains as usual. He looked like the owner of a much more successful franchise than this one.

“Hey, Alix. How’s my favorite employee this morning?”

“Great!” she lied with her cheeriest voice. Upon close inspection with a mirror at home this morning, her vulva had recalled its original closed-lip smile, and her crinkled star could close again, but both were still red and angry at her. “Are you here to check the smoothie machine? It was broken yesterday... I don’t know if you heard.”

How much

you heard was the question she didn’t dare ask.

None of it was her idea. The stress of a rare afternoon rush with a broken blender was like an ...

... anxiety dream. She was happy to let her coworker Pedro take charge but still didn’t understand how he talked her into this crazy plan of replacing the juicer organically. Adrenaline had a nasty submissive effect on her.

“No, I think we’re just going to throw that old thing away...” Mr. Sabir said, and that was the best news Alix had heard all week, except her boss was not finished: “...you know, since we have a replacement now.”

Alix looked over the counter to see if Mr. Sabir had a box with him. She caught the man looking down the deep cleavage of her company-provided black shirt and tugged the collar in response. It made little difference other than giving her breasts a mesmeric jiggle. Then, it dawned on her that the replacement Mr. Sabir was referring to was her precious baby factory.

“If you mean what happened yesterday, I could never do that again...”

“Really? From what I heard, it was a great hit. And I can market it as a green alternative. Think about it? No electricity, no cup, no straw.”

“Well, you still need a cup and a straw.”

“I don’t know. Pedro told me you were... smooth down there. Sounds like customers could drink straight from the mixer, if you know what I mean.”

“He wasn’t supposed to look,” Alix said, her outrage contained internally. She got her boss’s meaning after a few confused seconds but didn’t think anyone was going to want to drink from there.

“Come on, Alix, don’t be naive; a cute girl like you with nice legs and milky skin. ...