Cafe affair

Clara, the brunette with those full breasts, stops dead in the office doorway. Cash missing, she says, and her eyes fix on the blonde waitress like she’s already decided the outcome. Abbie tries to deny it, voice shaky, but Clara isn’t buying any of it. She steps closer. The tension thickens. Abbie feels the shift before Clara even moves—something hungry behind that stare. No excuses left, she drops to her knees, mouth open, ready to work the debt off the only way left. Clara’s fingers thread through her hair and pulls her in. Tongue meets skin, slow at first, then deeper. Abbie’s breath catches. She works at it, hungry, desperate, lips sliding along every wet inch Clara gives her. No holding back now. Clara takes what she’s owed and Abbie gives it without pause, licking, sucking, letting her boss grind against her face until the tension finally breaks. Clara’s moan fills the room. Abbie swallows the proof and stays on her knees, waiting for the next demand.