Alina stepped to the counter and smiled nervously at the barista. The coffee shop felt uncomfortably warm and overly crowded, although in reality there were only 7-8 people scattered throughout the tables and overstuffed armchairs. She wondered if he was already here.
"A tall Americano with cinnamon dolce, room for cream please," she said. "And um," she cleared her throat. "I think you may have a package for me? My name is Alina, a friend left it here for me?" She could hear the tension in her voice, coming across high pitched and squeaky as she made her queries. She smiled more broadly in an attempt to hide her nervousness.
"Uh, yeah, we got a package, hang on." The young barista turned and went into the back room after marking her cup and setting it in the queue. He returned a moment later with a paper bag, stapled shut. 'Alina' was scrawled across the bag in big black letters. She took the bag and absentmindedly handed over a twenty, barely paying attention to her change or anything else about the transaction. She dropped a bill in the tip box, her hands shaking slightly, and she stepped over to the handoff bar to wait for her drink. The bored looking barista working the espresso bar barely gave her a glance.
"I'll be right back for that," she said to the bored girl. "I'm just going to, uh, use the bathroom." The girl nodded at her and smiled vacantly. Alina spun on her heel and darted for the bathroom, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Calm down, Alina, she thought to herself. No one knows what you're doing. No suspects anything. She clutched her paper bag tighter, and locked the door behind her.
Inside the restroom, she set the bag on the counter and sat down on the lid of the toilet. For a moment, she just stared at it. Could she really go through with this? She was so nervous her stomach was cramping, but at the same time excitement was zinging through her body like the caffeine she'd yet to drink. She drew in a deep breath of air, bracing herself for what was to come. With a trembling hand, she reached for the bag. The staples gave her momentary pause, as she tried to pull the bag open, and she carefully ripped around them and opened the bag.
There was only one item inside, small and sleek and yet so incredibly powerful. Alina reached in her hand and pulled out the cordless bullet vibrator. There was no remote attached, she'd known there wouldn't be, but now that she was finally here and seeing it a fresh wave of nervousness hit her. She knew what her instructions were. Place the bullet inside her, in her most secret place, and wait. She held it in her hand, biting her lip with anxiety. She wanted to, she knew she wanted to, but her logical, practical side was screaming at her to set it down and walk away.
Logic be damned, thought Alina, and lifted her skirt to reveal her tiny black panties. She pulled the crotch to the side and pressed the vibrator into her pussy. She was shocked at how wet she was already, but decided it was good as it made it easier to slide the bullet into position. She removed her finger slowly, making sure the bullet was firmly in place and wouldn't pop out when she walked back to get her coffee, then pulled her skirt down again and straightened her top. She sucked in another deep breath and went back out into the coffee shop.
Her Americano was waiting for her on the handoff counter, and she took it with a smile and a thanks to the bored girl, who merely nodded again. Alina carried her coffee to the condiment bar and gently pried the lid off so she wouldn't spill. She picked up the pitcher of half and half and began to pour it into her drink. Suddenly, the bullet inside her came to life. It was a low intensity, not yet turned to the full power, but the unanticipated sensation was enough to make her start and pour the half and half all over the counter.
