There were all kinds of rumors circulating about the coffee ..

There were all kinds of rumors circulating about the coffee shop that recently opened across town, but you weren't sure if you believed any of them. After all, if what you'd heard was to be believed, there would be more than a few health code violations involved, and that didn't seem like something that would fly in your otherwise upscale neighborhood. Finally, one lazy Sunday, you decide to make the trek across town and give the new joint a shot. As you push open the heavy wooden door, your breath catches in your throat. It appears at least two of the rumors are true- one, that all the baristas are beautiful women, each gorgeous in their own different way. In particular, a goth woman with generous curves currently tending the counter catches your eye as you walk in. She's uninterested in greeting customers, instead glowering down at her phone and furiously texting. You silently thank god that she's distracted as your eyes travel down and confirm that the second rumor is, indeed, correct. Not only are all the baristas beautiful, but besides the aprons, they are all completely nude. Even as your heart pounds and your crotch stiffens, you find yourself approaching the counter as if drawn by an invisible lure. The goth woman doesn't even look up until your clear your throat, announcing your presence. With a huff, she slams her phone down and grabs a paper cup and marker, as if you are causing a great inconvenience by wanting to place your order. "What do you want?" she growls, husky voice dripping with venom. Her piercing glare is so intimidating you almost stop yourself from asking for what you really want- but, you remind yourself, you came all the way across town, and the first two rumors turned out to be true. You would never forgive yourself if you left without confirming the third rumor. You sputter out your request, palms sweating with anxiety. "I-I'd like a pumpkin spice latte with-with b-breast milk, please." You're kicking yourself as the words come out of your mouth- a PSL? Seriously?? You never ordered those things- was it the panic that made that your first thought, or maybe the woman's dark look reminding you how close to Halloween it was? The barista groans and rolls her eyes, and you wonder for a moment if you've made a terrible mistake. To your shock, however, she pulls the top of her apron down, revealing full breasts already leaking with milk. "Let's get this over with," she says, "My uniform is going to get wet." ** Hey all! It's been a while <3 Apologies for the sudden (and extended) hiatus, but sometimes mental health doesn't wait for breaks. I don't have any earth shattering reason for leaving as suddenly as I did- I was just burnt out, working extremely long hours and needing to focus on one thing at a time. I'm finally in a situation where I can dedicate more of my time to this page (and you lovelies!) so I'm happy to be back :) While I was gone I lost 40+ lbs and did quite a bit of writing- I hope you all enjoy this new style of content with me! I'll be responding to your messages within the next couple days- thanks so much for checking in and sticking with me, I love you all so much <3