Author's Note: This is a work of fantasy. The situations and people described are fictional.
I bore easily, and it's a problem. Jessica was undoubtedly a hot fuck. The day after I fucked her at her apartment she showed up to work not wearing underwear as I had instructed her. She even made a point of letting me know only moments into our shift. I had been planning on fucking her in the storage room after the coffee shop closed but as our shift wore on, my desire for her began to wane. I had been there, done that, and while it was fun the idea of going back just seemed boring to me.
It was about half way through our shift that day that Jessica's best friend Morgan came into the coffee shop. Morgan was a freshman at the University, and would come in almost every day Jessica worked. She would hardly ever order anything, she'd just come in, sit at a table and scroll on her phone until Jessica was free enough (or made herself free enough) to join her and the two would talk for a while before Morgan would leave. This usually annoyed the hell out of me because it would mean that I would have to cover for Jessica and end up doing double work.
But this particular Sunday afternoon I had a change of heart about young Morgan's presence. The shop was busy with customers and there weren't any free tables so Morgan had decided to stand in the back corner and wait for Jessica. Morgan wasn't very tall, maybe standing five foot three on a good day. As was her usual her blonde hair was up in a pony tail, the blue tank top with spaghetti straps she was wearing showed off the fair skin of her shoulders and dipped just low enough to show the top of what seemed to be ample cleavage between two firm looking breasts. She was wearing her usual yoga pants, this time in black. As she walked past the counter I couldn't help but notice how those pants hugged her ass. I had always been so busy being annoyed by Morgan that I hadn't bothered to notice just how sexy she actually was.
Jessica went to talk to her friend leaving me to man the counter by myself. But luckily for me there was a lull and I ended up just idly cleaning up from the last rush. As I was cleaning my mind wondered back to the night before and the pictures I had taken of Jessica. I smiled to myself about the cleverness of the "insurance policy" I had come up with. It was then that inspiration struck and I felt the happy weight of another opportunity for something new and exciting fall in my lap.
I grabbed the broom from its place on the back and started pretending to sweep, acting like the good employee I never was. And made my way over to the corner where Jessica and Morgan were talking. They fell silent as they saw me approach.
"Don't let me bother you, I'm just, you know, working," I said as I made exaggerated sweeping gestures with the broom.
"I'll do that in a bit," Jessica said, actually volunteering to do something for the first time since she had started working at the shop.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "But now that you mention it, can I see you for just a second."
"Now?" she asked, returning to her usual bratty tone.
"Now would be best," I said firmly.
"Give me a sec," Jessica said to Morgan, before following me back behind the counter.
"What?" she asked, as I put the broom away.
"Your friend, Morgan is it?"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"I can't believe I never noticed before but she's cute," I said, turning back towards Jessica.
"You si...."
"Careful how you talk to me," I interrupted. "Don't forget about those pictures I have of last night. Would be a shame if they fell into the wrong hands."
"What do you want?"
"You think you're a smart girl," I said. "Guess!"
"You want to fuck me again?"
"Maybe," I said. "But that isn't what I want at the moment. I'll give you one more guess," I said as I turned to look at Morgan who had gotten a table in the back corner near where she had been standing and was now scrolling on her phone.
"No way!" Jessica said quickly.
"Seems to me like I'm the one calling the shots here," I said. "After all those pictures are on my phone, and you with all of that great potential having so much to lose."
"Fuck you!"
"I told you that's not what I want from you right now, maybe you aren't as smart as you think you are," I said, quickly. "Now here's what's going to happen, tell Morgan to come back tonight when we close. If you do that and she shows up, the pictures stay where they are. If you choose not to, then I make no promises."
Jessica stood silent for a minute, clearly thinking about her options and probably doing a morality check to see how much of a "good" person she actually was. Before silently turning and walking slowly back to her friend.
I watched as Jessica sat down at the table with Morgan and the two began talking. I saw a small smile come to Morgan's face before nodding in agreement. A few moments later Morgan got up and left, and Jessica came back to the counter.
"So?" I asked as I cleaned the espresso machine.
"She'll be here at six, right when we close," Jessica said, sheepishly.
"Good girl," I said, patronizingly as I watched Jessica slink her way towards the back room.
Jessica and I worked in silence the rest of the afternoon. Every once in a while I would catch her looking at me with a look of contempt on her face. It didn't really phase me as it was no different than how she had always looked at me, even before our dynamic change.
Shortly before closing time, Morgan walked through the door. I was happy to see her wearing the same outfit that she was wearing earlier in the day. All the small fantasies my brain had cooked up revolved around that blue tank top with the spaghetti straps, and black yoga pants.
Morgan took a seat at the same table in the back corner of the coffee shop and very quickly was nose deep in her phone. Jessica looked at me and I smiled at her. She started to roll her eyes at me, but quickly caught herself and instead turned her attention elsewhere.
