"It has felt like the longest week of my life. After the incident happened with the coffee shop guy, who I yet to know his name, time feels like it is crawling by. I have not gone to that location again, but every other store keeps messing up my drink. He just made it so perfect every time." I write in my journal. Taking a deep breath as I try to hold back my emotions. Tears swelling in my eyes as I think back to the encounter.
"I've considered calling the cops on the man who took me in my home without my consent, but I was too scared to do so. Scared about the tests I would have to go through. Scared of what they might say, what he might say. It just didn't feel worth it to me. "
Closing the journal, I stand up and walk over to my mirror, deciding today is the day. 'Today is the day I will be going back to the coffee shop. I need my regular routine back and he was making this hard to do. But what is he going to do to me while in public? He cannot do single thing,' I think to myself. Trying to hype myself up and gain the courage needed for this outing.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I smile at my appearance. Wearing the outfit that always gives me confidence in any situation. A black sheer blouse that is see through but a black tank top underneath, and black lacy bra to match the lacy black panties under my skirt. The skirt is a pencil skirt that doesn't go quite halfway down my thighs. My brown hair is down and wavy, light makeup on my face, and a purse hung over my shoulder to complete the outfit.
Before leaving the mirror, I open a few buttons on the blouse and pull at the fabric, trying to make it just perfect. My breasts are easier to see now as they almost pop out of my bra under the tank top. Not realizing I was doing so before I turned away from the mirror and leave the apartment to head to the coffee shop.
My hand places on the coffee shop door as I take in a deep breath, not even sure if he works on weekends but not wanting to spend my work days ahead facing this first time feeling.
As I step in and look up, my eyes instantly meet his. He is standing at the counter ready to take the next order, which is mine. The shop is fairly quiet, no actually really quiet. I take a deep breath and walk forwards. Feeling his eyes trying to strip me naked, I stand at the counter. My eyes flash over to the name tag on his chest. 'Mark' rings through my head. 'That's his name,' I think to myself.
"What can I help you with today, Ma'am'" he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Hearing his voice sends chills through my body.
"I... I uh... can I get my regular?" I manage to spit out. My cheeks blushing. I cannot help but think of his hands all over my body. The way he fucked me. Even if I didn't want it, I ended up enjoying it. 'Who do I even think I am. Why did I ...' my mind wandering again but as he speaks up, it snaps me out of thought once again.
"Your regular will be ready for you down at the end," he says, his deep voice rings through my head.
Taking a deep breath, I don't think him as I normally would. Seeing him tell the staff he wants to make this one for his 'favorite customer.' Patiently waiting at the end of the counter to be able to run out of the coffee shop. Having already paid without noticing, a creature of habit, I have nothing to do but wait.
As he finishes making my drink, he passes it over to me in a take out cup as alway. "Have a good day," he says, acting as if nothing happened. I nod and leave the building. Stopping outside of the coffee shop to take a sip of the coffee.
The sip turns into a few gulps, missing how he makes my drinks for me. As I lower the cup, I see a small note in marker. 'Meet me out back,' it says. 'Should I meet him out back? What will he do if I am alone with him?' I ask myself as I take another large gulp of my coffee.
For some reason, my feet and legs begin to walk in the direction of behind the store. My mind spinning with curiosity. Wondering what will come from seeing him. Maybe he wants to apologize? Maybe he wants to put it all in the past?"
As I step to the back of the building, he is standing there. A different look on his face. No longer a friendly smile, but more like a devilish grin. Almost similar to the look he had on his face when he took me in my apartment.
"W...what do you..." I try to say but his voice cuts me off.
"Who do you think you are? Coming to my work wearing that? I thought we talked about this. You know how those outfits get me going," he says.
