Jane declared with a commanding tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, the coffeehouse is now closed. I kindly request you to make your way home."
Maria's eyes widened in shock, her mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. On the other hand, Darcy, always attuned to Jane's unpredictable nature, wore an impish grin, fully aware of the surprises that awaited.
A low murmur of confusion and curiosity swept through the coffee shop, as customers exchanged bewildered glances and began to gather their belongings.
Jane's voice, stronger this time, rang out across the now hushed space. "I said, go. Rest assured, you will be treated to free coffee tomorrow as a token of our appreciation."
Some customers departed with smiles of intrigue, excited by the promise of a future reward, while others left with lingering questions etched upon their faces.
As the last customer departed, the coffee shop fell into a serene emptiness, its atmosphere charged with a sense of mystery and anticipation.
Maria turned to Jane, her expression a mix of astonishment and curiosity, seeking an explanation for this unexpected closure.
"Mmm... Jane," Maria stammered, "what's the reason behind closing the shop so suddenly?"
Darcy, her knowing smile widening, stood beside Maria, awaiting the revelation with eager anticipation.
Jane placed a reassuring hand on Maria's shoulder.
"Maria," Jane began, her voice filled with conviction, "I couldn't simply offer this precious milk to others without experiencing it myself. I had to taste its essence firsthand."
Before Maria could respond, Jane swiftly took hold of the jug, filled with white sweet, thick milk. With an insatiable hunger, she raised it to her lips, consuming its contents with an audacious gulp. The milk cascaded over her face, tracing a sinuous path down her neck and shoulders, like rivulets of creamy indulgence.
Jane savored every drop of the creamy milk. Setting the empty jug down on the counter, she couldn't help but comment on its extraordinary taste. "I must confess, Maria, this milk is unlike anything I've ever experienced. Its rich flavor is simply unparalleled. However, my body has become quite a mess. Perhaps you'd be willing to lend your tongue to the task to savor the delectable essence of your own 'hills'."
Maria took a step back, "Jane, we are friends," she replied, her voice tinged with caution.
Darcy, ever the adventurous spirit, seized the moment and playfully lunged towards Jane. "Fear not, Maria, for I shall take on the noble duty of cleaning up our fair Jane."
With swift and eager movements, Darcy began to lick Jane's face, neck, and shoulders, diligently ensuring not a drop was wasted. Sensing a new opportunity, Darcy raised Jane's arms, her tongue venturing to explore the delicate terrain of Jane's armpits.
Jane couldn't help but interject, her voice filled with a subtle moan, "Mmmph.... Darcy, you seem to have veered off course. The milk is gone."
Darcy, undeterred, continued licking Jane's pits and then turned to Maria, her expression inviting. "Look at us, Maria. We're simply having fun."
Maria's hesitant smile trembled upon her lips as she contemplated Darcy's bold request. She took a small step back, "I don't think so..."
"Then give me what I deserve," she asserted with a hint of playful demand.
Before Maria could fully comprehend the situation, Darcy's actions spoke louder than words. With a sudden, unexpected movement, she pulled Maria close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as their lips met in an the intense kiss.
Startled and caught off guard, Maria's initial response was to push Darcy away, breaking the passionate connection. Confusion and a touch of frustration colored her voice as she questioned, "How did you deserve that?"
Darcy, still brimming with playful energy, maintained her composure as she explained, "You kissed Jane. You should kiss me too."
Maria's brows furrowed, her mind racing to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and unexpected turns that had unfolded. She took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation. "I didn't... You made me..." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "Whatever, I'm going... You guys have fun."
Maria reached for her bra and jacket, a sudden interruption shattered the tension in the room. Jane swiftly snatched the garments from the counter, a wicked glint in her eyes as she voiced her provocative suggestion, "Go without them. Let the people of Maria's Hills know what a slut their so-called Goddess is."
Darcy, finding an excuse to get close to Maria, intervened with a gentle touch, her fingers tenderly squeezing Maria's arm. "Jane, go easy on her."
Maria's heart raced with a mix of indignation and hurt as she processed the weight of Jane's words. The sting of being labeled a "slut" lingered in her mind, causing her to pause momentarily, her expression clouded with disbelief. "I can't believe you called me a slut."
Jane, realizing the impact of her words, quickly shifted her demeanor to feigned remorse. With a contrite tone, she found an excuse to touch Maria too, her voice laced with a false sense of regret, "I am sorry, Maria. I don't know how those words slipped from my mouth."
