After another night of good wanking, I felt refreshed for another day at the cafe. But now I look forward to work because of my new colleague Yulia. It's now Wednesday. I going to let her make all the coffees now. I at least can selectively move certain customers on quickly. I didn't want Yulia to be constantly flirting with all those "nice customers."
When she arrived, she looked stunning. I complimented her. It's not often I do that. But let the truth be known, it is hard not to considering its actually true. She's truthfully gorgeous.
Yulia is a lot older than me but I guess that makes her more desirable in most young males book. Which hot bloodied male wouldn't want to make out with a sexy experienced lady like her.
"So I will make the coffees all day today?" She confirms.
"Yes please Yulia." I answered happily.
As you may recall from the first part of story, Yulia is Russian. A recent arrival to this city and I must add, recently divorced. And there's something about that accent I like.
I just hope that sleazy Lloyd doesn't come in today. Or maybe he's been rejected and doesn't need to go through that again. Let's hope so. I just have to handle the other would be suitors as they come in, including the good looking doctor customer that Yulia seems to like. They will just have to say hello from counter or I can just pass the message.
Again during a quiet moment I asked Yulia some personal questions. And again I stand close to her. She looked rather seductive today. Again her perfume plays with my mind. I throb at the physical closeness to her.
"What do you like doing in your spare time?" I enquired.
