Chapter 7
Three Heads Are Better Than One
'Coming right up.' Jayce pushes past the busy staff working the Candy Bar as he makes his way to the coffee machine, the customer keeping pace with him from the other side of the marble counter. He grabs the milk and with practiced precision pours just the right amount into the metal jug, his body shifting to make way for the other staff members squeezing past to get at the shelves behind him.
The lady who ordered the coffee stands on the other side of the machine, busily texting away as Jayce moves from nozzle to lever, his hands a blur as they operate the machine with nine years of built up skill. The milk froths as the shot of coffee pours out into the cup, just a small amount of tan creamer dotting the surface as the flow trickles to a stop; the last few drops caught in the tray beneath as the cup is yanked away gently.
The milk steams as its screaming from the frothing process comes to an end, Jayce swirling the jug and giving it a few taps; a jet of foam flying a good foot into the air before being caught once again by the metal vessel. Another few swirls and he begins to pour, the white fluid slowly making its way over the spout and into the cup. Raising the level of the nice brown skin across the coffee shot he flits the jug back and forth as the beverage level reaches the cups brim.
With a small movement of the wrist the pattern on top of the coffee is complete. The lady continues to text away as he sighs, placing a plastic lid on the cup 'Latte, no sugar.' With barely a nod towards him the woman reaches over to take the drink and walks off, completely unaware of the effort Jayce had put into the coffee.
Sighing Jayce quickly pops around the side of the candy bar into the staff area, opening the walk-in-fridge to find his water bottle. Taking a gulp of the fluid recharges his soul enough to continue, the coldness refreshing his inside as he tries to shake off the stress. Placing the bottle back on the shelf, Jayce takes a deep breath and places his hand on the door, ready to stride back out into the noisy workplace.
Before he can push the heavy door back open he hears the voice of his boss echo through the staff rooms and "back of house" area. He pauses to let the lady pass by without seeing him, worried that his standing in the fridge may seem like him slacking off.
'I can't help both of you at the same time!' She forcefully asserts into the Walkie talkie, trying hard not to shout as the two-way system is loud enough for customers to hear. 'Two is out as well so just do your best and I'll be there as soon as possible.' The familiar beep of the mic being turned off slides into the fridge as her feet stop outside the door. 'I can't be in two fucking places at once-' she mutters, flinging open the door to reach for her water bottle on the top shelf.
Instead of an empty fridge, She instead finds Jayce standing there, looking sheepish and desperately wishing he was somewhere else. That feeling soon crosses his face as Monique's lips form a wry smile as her hand darts out towards him, landing on his wrist with just enough time for him to utter a single curse before the darkness sets in.
'Fuck...'
Jayce once again regains consciousness in the candy bar foyer, except this time it is filled with blurry people. Jayce shakes his head, trying to regain focus, which is when he realises the figures are naturally blurred, as if they were made of gas or the shadow of someone lit from afar. He slips past the constantly shifting figures towards the entrance ramp, aware that Monique must be around here somewhere.
It doesn't take too long for him to discern her location; commands are shouted from within the ticket box, the black-clothed figures behind there visibly cowering from her booming voice. Jayce decides to let her have this little dream and when it's appropriate, jump her and try to get out. A plan that would've been fine if it weren't for a familiar voice also coming from the candy bar; Monique commenting on one of the blurry staff members 'powerful hands' as they open a corked bottle.
Jayce's mind reeled. 'Two of them?' He muttered in shock as he slunk further into the shadows. One he could certainly handle, but two? Which was the real one? What if they're both real? More questions than answers began pouring into his mind as the tiny seed of panic sets in.
'Whatcha doin'?' Came a voice from behind him. A third Monique steps into the light, an innocent smile on her face as she approaches Jayce. She is dressed the same as before, only her entire outfit is more of an ivory colour, with the occasional bronze trim to help soften the starkness of the corset. She was wearing her now blonde hair out this time though, hair braided like a laurel wreath across her temples to hold back the slightly wavy locks; a small pair of fluffy cat ears stay clipped to the hair atop her head.
Jayce was shocked to see a third Monique, but felt calmer around this one; her body language and appearance seeming to convey a sense of innocence that he'd never seen in his boss before both in and out of this dream state. His mind desperately searches for an answer to her question, unsure of whether he should run, talk, or do something outright stupid. 'I'm, I'm hiding.' He manages, thinking for the moment at least, that this version of his perverted boss might not be so bad.
The woman looks around cautiously before moving in close to Jayce, grabbing his arm and squeezing lightly. "What from?" She asks, moving Jayce in front of her like a human shield.
Jayce grins nervously at this Monique's actions. 'Well,' he starts, clearing his throat and speaking softly so as not to alert the other two to his presence 'I'm hiding from a lady who was a little mean to me last time I was here.'
'Oh.' The woman looks both relieved and somewhat disappointed. 'You mean The Mistress?'
'Uh,' Jayce's mental cogs began whirring with that little bit of information. 'I guess so...' He looks this Monique over again; she really is Monique, but just holds herself differently seeming much more relaxed. 'I'm sorry, where are my manners-' Jayce's brain hits upon a plan that might just help him out. He turns to the cream-clothed woman and extends a friendly hand, palm up '-my name is Jayce.'
The woman looks at him, cautiously placing her hand in his as he raises it to his lips and kisses a knuckle lightly. She smiles, almost giggling 'I'm Nikki.'
'A pleasure to meet you Nikki.' Jayce releases his hold gently, smiling a gentlemanly smile at the lady. 'I take it The Mistress is the one working the ticket box?'
Nikki looks somewhat fearfully and sadly at the counter, a whip crack audible from inside. 'Yeah, she's not very nice, we don't talk much.' At that moment some comments waft over from the candy bar involving various unnamed staff members being "hot" and what the owner of the voice wants to do to them. Nikki smiles 'Thats Kat. She's a bit wierd, but nice.' Nikki blushes. 'She talks about naughty things a lot.'
Jayce mulls it over in his mind; three Monique's all with different names and different personalities and perhaps all that is required to get out of here is a consensus between the majority to let him go. 'Nikki,'
'Yeah?'
'Do you think you could get Kat to meet us in cinema four?'
Nikki cocks an eyebrow. 'Whhhyyyy?....' She answers hesitantly.
'I need to ask the two of you a question, but I don't want The Mistress to hear us talking; she, uh, might be mean again.' Jayce does his best "pleading puppy" eyes in the hopes of swaying her do something that The Mistress might not want her to do.
'Awww...' She smiles a nice smile and cocks her head. 'Its okay puppy dog, you wait in cinema four and I'll get Kitty Kat for you.' With shat she stands up and half skips / half jogs over to the candy bar.
Jayce, relieved and worried at the same time, makes a bee-line for cinema four. The torch-lit halls looming ominously as he runs up the cobblestone ramp towards the cinemas. This whole situation was completely out of his control, and he had a feeling that he'd have to bargain his way out of here with Kat, though Nikki seemed nice enough and would probably be happy to let him go.
Entering the cinema, he heads down the stairs to the front row. This next bit was going to take all of his best tricks and mind games to convince the two ladies. Sure enough, the merest thought of those two heralds their arrival, Kat having burst in eager to find the more-solid-than-a-blur male being in this realm. She -like Nikki- is very much the same as Monique was last time, only dressed in a black and red corset, trimmed with red lace in a style not too dissimilar to that of a showgirl in a western movie. Her hair is a deep red and quite curly, fiery and unrestrained; the small arrow of sculpted hair above her pussy matching flawlessly. Her boots are a black and red trim as well, but instead of gloves she has a kind of sleeve that loops around the thumb which is also red-trimmed black leather. From under her hair two deep red cat ears poke out, a few inches larger than Nikkis, and from behind her a tail swishes to and fro; under this light looking more like a single feather boa hanging down from the small of her back.
'My my,' she moans, walking sultrily over to Jayce, each step down the stairs causing her hips to sway that extra bit more to draw his eyes down to her naked crotch; a small triangle shaved into her red pubic hair, her black and red corset drawn tighter than Nikkis, or possibly she has larger breasts, regardless they bounce nicely as she descends towards the man 'Nikki, I owe you one helluva massive favour for bringing this sexy beast to me first...'
Jayce keeps a solid hold on his wits, which is the only reason he doesn't stand drooling at the sensual lady approaching him. 'Uh, yeah, I wanted to... Um...' She stops mere inches from him, the heat of Kats body cascades over him as she restrains herself from pouncing him then and there.
