Karen opened the back door after hearing a few knocks from the back room. Zelda and Connie walked in, both bundled in winter coats, Zelda's face hidden behind her favorite scarf. Even though she grew up here, she never got used to even the gentlest Pacific Northwestern winters. Meanwhile, Connie wasn't even wearing a hat. Maybe she didn't want to mess up that hairdo, but maybe it was her Caribbean half keeping her warm.
"Hello." Karen greeted them. "Merry Christmas."
"Is it OK that we say that, since it's actually the twenty-fifth?" Zelda said as she pulled her scarf from her mouth.
"The office said that we can use any form of holiday greeting or valediction that we like, or none. Whatever we prefer." Karen specified. "And if someone doesn't like what we say, then they can get coffee somewhere else."
"Well, how many coffee shops are open today?" Connie asked as she walked towards the dressing room.
"Specialty coffee shops like this one... most of the ones we drove past are closed." Zelda followed her. "But all the Tim Horton's looked open. They'll be crowded."
Connie found her locker. "What are we expecting to do today? I haven't worked a Christmas yet."
"Me, neither, actually." Zelda hung her scarf on a coat hook, looping it a few times so it wouldn't touch the floor.
"First off... it'll just be the three of us." Karen said.
"Not even Patti or Mel?" Connie asked, dropping her thick leggings, a soft chill tickling up her bare legs. Her exposed penis hung between them, unfazed by the cold.
"Patti's out of town. Melanie... I don't know what she's up to." Karen answered, dropping her sweatpants and revealing her featureless white briefs. She was of the opinion that underwear was there to do a job, not look fancy. In that same vein, Karen herself was not as obviously attractive as her subordinates. Her bust was smaller and her waist wider, her hair less stylish, her face a little blander.
Karen bunched the sweatpants up into a ball and threw them into her locker. "The three of us should be be able to handle it."
"But how? We have more than three flavors. We're not hot-swapping, are we?" Zelda removed her own pants, her tiny pink panties underneath, her package straining within the tiny silk confines. As a five-foot Japanese-American woman, she was used to being underestimated. How useful it was to have something so oversized attached to her so she wouldn't feel small.
"No, we won't use the implants at all today." Karen answered, dropping her briefs. "I'll show you what we're using today." Karen walked out from the locker room without having put her shoes back on. She probably wasn't supposed to walk around the main floor barefoot, but she didn't care. Nobody was here to tell her what to do.
Karen opened a high cabinet over her head, Connie leaning back to avoid being struck as it swung out towards her. The plight of the tall girl never ended, she thought. Even in her Reeboks, she was just shy of six feet tall. She wondered if she whacked her head on one more door frame, she'd finally get that Wile E. Coyote lump on her head, parting her short straight hair like the icy cap of a mountain piercing the crowds.
Karen pulled a rectangular plastic box down from the high cabinet. She pulled up the lid and revealed a series of twenty small polished spheres of a light orange color resting in custom-fitted plastic trays within the box. Each sphere was about one half-inch in diameter.
"These are one-use flavor pellets that the home office use for product demonstrations." Karen explained. "At the end of the year, they send them out to be used up on Christmas, because it's a time when you might not have even four baristas on the floor."
Karen pulled one of the spheres from the plastic tray with two fingers. She placed it against her rear and it slid effortlessly inside.
With a loud slap, Karen's hand hit the counter. Zelda and Connie ran to support her, but she moved away before they reached her. In those few seconds, Karen's cock had grown stiff, her face lightly flushed.
"These are a little more intense than the implants..." Karen said, slightly choked.
"MORE intense?" Connie sneered. "I don't like the sound of that."
"Cup. Cup." Karen repeated. "I need a cup." She dashed to grab a plastic coffee cup, almost crushing it in her fist as she took hold of it. Her cock was not so fragile, resolutely turgid under her steely grip. Karen worked it for only a few seconds before she spasmed and sprayed her seed into the cup. Karen caught her breath and wiped her brow with her bare arm.
"That was really fast." Zelda said. "Like... too fast to be fun."
"As the day goes on, you'll get used to the ups and downs. The first is always like that." Karen said, rolling the cup in her hand and watching the fluid inside move. "It's also a little bit thinner than normal, because it's formulated to leave no carryover at all."
Zelda looked at Karen's cock as it softened slower than it had grown hard. "So... we won't have boners all day?" She asked.
"Not literally all day, like with the standard all-day implant." Karen said. "Which itself is kind of nice as a change of pace. Anyway, we should get ready. Can you get some extra cups from the back and set these boxes of pellets out here on the counter?"
"Sure." Zelda walked into the back and brought the pellets out, dropping her panties off at the locker room as she did.
Walking through the threshold between the back room and the main floor without that sensation of something tingling in her bum, and with her cock hanging limp... it was alien. It reminded her of when she cut her hair shorter and was surprised how she didn't feel the weight of her ponytail as she made quick turns.
Zelda had essentially never felt that emotion most people call 'shame.' After all, her studious and hard-working immigrant parents had tried to use that very emotion to stop Zelda from getting this job where their lovely, determined and intelligent daughter would masturbate for strangers for a living and have her thingie out constantly. If they couldn't cause her to feel shame, she assumed that nothing ever would.
She brought two plastic sleeves of cups with her from the back room and set them down, catching Karen for a moment as she walked past. Karen was chubbier and less conventionally attractive than the others, but by no means ugly. Zelda's confidence and lack of shame came from knowing she was attractive AND hung. Growing up with Jewish parents... how was Karen as shameless as her? She was led to believe that was their specialty, an ever-present threat the way 'honor' was for her heritage. It could be because Karen was over a foot long where it counted and third-largest at this establishment, only behind Haylee, and the almost impossibly gifted and beautiful Vanna.
Zelda looked out the window to the nearly empty picture streets beyond the picture window. She didn't feel so much as a scintilla, not a soupçon of shame.
And yet... this might be the first time a customer would gaze upon her member... flaccid. Zelda thought she was in possession of a beautiful flaccid hang that matched the size of her balls nicely, but with the stereotypes still attributed to her... what might they think?
Look at Connie, after all. As a multiethnic person of color, she gets called 'black' the same way any Hispanic person living (or passing through) Florida would be called "Cuban," even if they were from Portugal. The opposite stereotype was true of her, and Zelda had heard of some male mates Connie had previously had that were disappointed in her size, even as she was twice as big as them.
Zelda and Connie were the exact same size, eleven inches exactly. On measurements of girth, Zelda occasionally came in at a quarter-inch larger. The fact that they were almost identical in the wide world of futa cock sizes... it was like they were destined to be friends. And Connie had a really nice hang, her dong hanging from between her toned thighs, wobbling gently as she took the chairs down from the cafe tables...
When Connie had brought down all the chairs, she saw Zelda behind the counter, her erection standing out from above it like a mushroom.
"You trying out one of the pellets?" Connie asked.
"No, not yet." Zelda looked away.
Connie scoffed. "Come on, Zelda. You've seen it a million times by now."
"Not flaccid." Zelda defended.
