"One mocha latté and a honey glazed bavarian donut. Syd, you need to stop eating this kind of junk and start eating healthy," said the concerned waitress. "You've been taking in nothing but caffeine and sugar and lemme tell 'ya, that's a bad combination."
Sydney smiled and looked at the waitress. "Josie, you work in a café. You practically live here. You live and breathe caffeine and sugar. You're supposed to be advertising your products, not discouraging your customers from buying them."
"I'm just saying. You're a really good writer Syd. You don't need to fuss over writing that dang book. People will read anything you write." Josie gave Sydney a trust-me-I-know look before picking up the tray and completing the rest of her shift. Sydney watched the waitress as she dodged people, chairs and tables with ease. Josie was a 30 year old single mom with short blond hair and pale skin. She was 5'4 in height with a 32 inch chest but with killer legs. Her blue eyes showed signs of exhaustion brought about by years of working at the café, Coffee Haven.
Josie could've had more. She was smart. She graduated at the top of her class in high school. She would've gone to college if it wasn't for her mother, who got lung cancer, and her pregnancy. Now, she's an overworked and underpaid waitress in one of the busiest coffee shops in Manhattan. At least, that's what she told Sydney in one of their conversations. Syd was a good friend, and if she could, she would've help Josie out a long time ago. After all, with the kind of work she has, Josie, was one of the few friends she actually had time to talk to. If it wasn't for her own money problems, Syd would've helped her out.
A struggling author in the demanding city of New York, Sydney was desperate for money. Her last three books got great reviews from critics, but they just didn't sell. Analysts blamed the bad advertisement, Sydney just blamed herself. She never really believed in her ability to write. And she wasn't getting inspired at all. She was fortunate enough to have John as a friend. John allowed her to stay in his apartment until she could afford one for herself. He even shouldered all the bills and the food and he never complained when Syd couldn't cough up any money to help out. But despite his hospitality, Syd new she was already overstaying his welcome.
Syd groaned as she had another mental block. She didn't get it. She'd been writing since she was a kid. And it wasn't like she was a bad writer, she just couldn't write. She decided to go to the ladies' room to get freshen up. She splashed some water on her face and looked up at the mirror in front of her. There she saw a 23 year old blonde with shoulder length hair staring back at her. She had the same blue eyes that Josie had. In fact, if you saw them together, you'd think they were sisters. Syd took a purple scrunchie from her bag and tied her hair up. She was wearing a knee high skirt and a long sleeved blouse.
"I look like hell," she thought to herself. "Get it together Syd." And she gave out a sigh before going back to her table. She was often at the corner of the café. The walls were lined up with cushioned couches with tables in front of them. Syd always sat at the same table. She liked the isolation because it was good for her writing. She could see everybody but they didn't really notice or see her. She could observe the actions and events in the café. Often, that served as her inspiration. But for some reason, it didn't help her out anymore.
Syd checked her watch. "6 pm" she told herself. She kept her notebook and pen inside her bag. There was a reason why Syd kept going at Coffee Haven. Not only was it because she was already comfortable with the atmosphere, it was also because, at night, it was the greatest hot spot for the Manhattan artists. The lights were dimmed and Syd knew that it wouldn't be long before the nightly "sharing" would take place. Her corner became dark and there was no sense in writing in that type lighting anymore. The stage was the only part of the café that was well lit. The room was getting filled up by more and more writers. At 7, Leslie Parks went up the stage and sat down on the chair at the center of the stage. Leslie was a composer who sang every once in a while. She started out a few months before and was quickly gaining a good reputation. Everybody had been talking about her and they all said nothing but praises. She spoke a few lines about herself before she sang her latest composition. Syd was one of the few people who admired Leslie not for her talent, but for what she sang about. Her words weren't sad, but they were able to speak to the hearts of those who would listen. Syd got so absorbed by the stage that she didn't notice the rough hand slowly sliding up her skirt. She would've screamed but the man muffled her with a deep, passionate kiss.
"Did I scare you?" asked the man with a smile. His emerald green eyes were filled with lust as he looked wickedly at Sydney's chest.
Syd smiled when she saw the man. She recognized the silver ring that was shaped like a snake eating itself. "Yeah John, you did." She replied before giving him another long kiss. She opened her legs wider so John could feel her pussy through her underwear.
"Sorry, you're just so hot, I couldn't resist," he replied and continued to caress her pussy.
John and Sydney were friends, but they also liked to fuck each other. Often, Sydney felt that John was only keeping her for the sex. That thought made her feel like a slut. But she needed a place to stay and she was happy to do him anyway.
"Let's go then?" Sydney asked with a smile.
"No, I wanna do something impulsive tonight," John replied with a glint in his eyes.
Syd didn't know what John had in mind. But whatever it was, She knew it was gonna be good. John looked around to see if anybody was looking. He was happy to find that everybody was still busy watching the things going on at the stage. He took off Sydney's panties and stuffed them in his pocket. He started caressing her clit while unzipping his pants. He took out his thick, 8" cock and rubbed it gently. He was already hard before he got to the coffee shop. He had been thinking of Syd all day and he couldn't wait to fuck her.
