Barista Wanted

Barista Wanted. Beginners are very much welcome to apply!

As I passed through a street near my campus, I saw this signage posted on a cafe’s front door. Apparently, it had just opened a few days ago, and they were preparing for a soft launch in a few weeks.

This might be the opportunity I was looking for, I thought to myself as I remembered that I wanted to find a part-time job to pay my bills. Although my parents supported my allowance and other needs, I wanted to start being a semi-independent sophomore student. After all, it’s not an easy life to study away from home. While I was busy daydreaming about how it would feel to be a part-time barista, I didn’t notice that someone was already walking toward me with a broad smile on her face.

“Hi!” she chirped. Surprised and suddenly brought back to the present, I smiled at her.

“Are you interested in applying as a barista here at the cafe?” she asked energetically.

Unsure of how to respond to her, I just stared at her while inwardly debating whether to give it a try or not. Then, seemingly sensing my hesitation, she linked her arms around mine and gave me an encouraging nudge.

“Come on, you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try it! At least look around the cafe and tell me your impression”.

 I finally decided to go with her because I was really curious too. But before I could take another step, the cheerful woman extended her hand and introduced herself.

 “By the way, my name is Stephanie, but you can call me Steph. I’m one of the co-owners of this cafe. How about you?”

 “Hello, Steph, my name is Ava. I’m a transfer student enrolled in the campus near this cafe”.

A guy suddenly walked in as I was about to ask her about her cafe’s theme.

“Knock knock, Steph!”

I figured that it was Steph’s co-owner because her face lit up.

“Where have you been? You’re late…again.” She jokingly asked him

“Anyway, this is Ava! I think that we found a potential barista for our cafe.”

“I know someone named Ava, but she probably just has the same name as you. Are you really interested in working at our cafe?” I turned around to respond to his question, and once I did, the following words I said made Steph choke on her saliva.

“What the actual fuck? You again, jerk?” I shrieked at him. I can’t believe I’m looking at this man, this spawn of Satan who made my high school life miserable!

“I’m sorry, what the actual–what?” Steph was holding back laughter for some unknown reason, and I could sense that my reaction amused her.

“Have you two already met before? Ava, this is Liam. Liam, this is Ava.”

“Oh, I know Ava, we go way, way back. Right, baby?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. All I got was a hearty laugh in return.

“I’m sorry to say this, Steph, but I will not be applying for a barista at your cafe. It was nice meeting you, though!” I quickly made my way out of the door but was chased by Steph and Liam.

“Aren’t you looking for a job? We promise that working for us has a lot of perks, and you’ll also have good compensation!” Steph said in a rush, trying to convince me to stay.

You need the job. You want it. All you have to do is ignore Liam and work on being a great barista. This was what the voice in my head kept saying. While it was true that I genuinely wanted to give it a try, I don’t think I could stomach seeing Liam’s face every day!

“You look like you’re about to punch me, baby. Did you know that one of the perks is seeing me?” his voice snapped me back to reality, and I just glared at him.

“Will you please be nice, Liam?” Steph suddenly interrupted. “Ava, now that I know you’re interested in working at our cafe, can you come at the same time tomorrow and check if you’re really up for it?”

“Sure thing. I’ll see you tomorrow, Steph.” Without as much as a smile or nod, I rolled my eyes at Liam and walked out the door.

When the morning came, I realized that I barely slept, just thinking about the crazy coincidence that happened yesterday. Of all the people I could have encountered miles away from my home, why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Liam, my high school bully? Just thinking back about what I went through made me so mad. I felt like I would punch him when I saw him later. But instead, I prepared for a very long day ahead.

The first thing that Steph told me to do was rearrange the ingredients in the pantry. When I came to the cafe, she was the only one there and had left to run errands for a few hours. Someone suddenly stood behind me while rearranging syrup bottles at the bottom of the pantry.

“I don’t remember you having such a nice butt, baby. I think it was made for me to fuck.”

I didn’t have to guess who it was. As I turned and looked at his face, I noticed that Liam’s features had sharpened and matured. High school me would have freaked out, but I thought that it would be nice to try and tease him back.

“Why don’t you give it a try then?” I quickly repositioned him with his back against the cabinets. As he remained trapped, I deliberately pressed my breasts against him, relishing in the sensation. I couldn’t help but smirk when I noticed his erection slowly getting harder.

“Oh I will. Just you wait. You can’t beat a player in his own game, baby.”

However, our exchange was cut short when Steph arrived and told me to follow the instructions on brewing and make a few samples for the three of us to try.

“You know, a lot of customers like their coffee extra creamy. The same way women feel when they’re near me,” Liam cockily said. To entice him more, I chose to divert my attention to wiping the tables and rearranging ingredients in the kitchen area.

Throughout the entire afternoon, with Steph’s presence, our interactions were limited to fleeting eye contact, occasional teasing lip bites from me, and his evident surprise at my provocative responses. When closing time finally arrived, I found myself alone with the task of cleaning up, yet I opted to linger a little longer, fueled by curiosity to do some experimentation.

“Stephanie told me to oversee your progress. If you have extra time, I’ll also be doing a taste test on the beverages and coffee that you make.” I almost jumped in surprise when Liam suddenly spoke. I stood facing the sink, engrossed in the task of grinding coffee beans.

“The best way to make the coffee beans taste stronger,” he explained while walking near me, “is to grind it well.” By the time he finished, he was already behind me, and pinned me against the counter while I was busy with what I was doing. Liam slowly pressed his growing erection on me, and I could feel it near my buttocks. Suddenly, I sensed the intensity of the sexual tension lingering in the cafe all afternoon.

“Excuse me while I prepare the coffee that you have to taste,” I said while trying to keep my composure. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I was starting to feel warm and horny.

“Not so fast, you naughty girl.”

His hands began to crawl under my shirt and towards my breasts. Liam was gently stroking them in a way that my legs started to feel weak. As much as I was trying not to, I suddenly let out a muffled moan. Then, just when I thought that he didn’t hear it, he played with my nipples while nibbling on my neck.

“I don’t like being left hanging,” Liam huskily said. One hand slowly made its way to my wet center, and before I knew it, his fingers were moving in and out of me. I couldn’t resist moaning in response to the delightful sensations I was experiencing. He continued doing it, and when I felt I was about to explode, Liam suddenly stopped.

“That’s the kind of torture I endured all day. Now, I think I want to punish you.”

Clouded with pleasure and arousal, I let him guide me until I was seated on the table, skirt and underwear down and my legs spread out. Then, without a clue, Liam started to lick my wetness and move his tongue in circles around it. While one hand was busy playing with my wet center, the other was caressing my breast. My moans started to get louder, and when Liam had enough of eating me out, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I was now looking at his long and stiff dick, ready to fuck me and cum inside me.

“It’s been a long day acting like I don’t want to fuck you. It’s time to get that reward,” he said with a smirk.

Before I could respond and make a sarcastic side comment, he thrust his length inside my throbbing pussy and moaned. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet”, Liam said in a raspy voice while sliding in and out of me. It wasn’t long before we got each other’s rhythm, and every thrust guaranteed a moan of satisfaction. When he grew tired of me on top of the table, he carried me down and positioned me leaning on it. Then, with my face on the table, he held my waist with both hands and started thrusting fast and deep into me.

“I think I’m going to cum”, he said breathlessly while fucking me roughly.

“Cum inside me,” I assured him while trying hard not to orgasm ahead of him. After I said those magic words, he started moving in me with so much passion that I heard his moans echoing throughout the whole cafe. Turning my head to check up on him, I was surprised to see that he was also looking at my expression. I smiled and continued to moan as our bodies moved to the rhythm of every thrust. This was my unspoken reassurance to him that I was not only fine but also feeling pleasured too.

It was only a few minutes when I felt his body tense up, and he finally reached his orgasm. His warm liquid started dripping from between my legs, and we were catching our breath.

“Let me give you a ride home, part-timer,” he jokingly said.

“Alright, same time tomorrow, Sir,” I retorted and laughed.

The following day came, and Steph rushed to see me.

“By the way, Liam asked me to give this letter to you. I don’t think it’s something serious. I’ll see you after a few hours again so don’t miss me too much!” Steph hugged me and smiled.

“Also, I know what happened last night. I went back for something and heard two birds moaning.”

I felt myself blush as she winked at me and giggled. Before I could react, she rushed out the door and gave me a flying kiss. As I laughed, I remembered that I hadn’t opened the letter yet. What I read next made me roll my eyes and smile.  

Baby,

You are the creamiest piece of dessert I have ever tasted, and I’d like to date you whether you like it or not. This is your official notice that you’re hired as our very first barista. Congratulations! Kindly be informed that after 5 PM, you have to report to my office for my daily taste test.

Your favorite spawn of Satan,

Liam

Jerk. I smiled to myself and searched the cafe for my afternoon appointment. Our eyes finally met, and he winked at me. I guess I’d have a great time doing my job after all.

(written by Anna Luna, author of the book, Kissed and Curious)