It was a beautiful early morning as I strolled across the wide pavement that led from my car to the door of The Coffee Drop.

I'd taken a long weekend to rest, have some beer, and watch TV slumped in my favourite chair. I felt rested and free of encumbrances. I was ticking off, mentally, a list of the people I had to see during the week as I curated my timetable in my head.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Little Suzie, a new hire, was behind the register. She smiled a winsome smile and inclined her head to the left.

"Did you sleep wrong,” I asked her, “or did you find it hard to wake up Little Suzie?”

"No, I like looking at you from this angle," she said.

"Go on with you," I said, as the two ladies in front of me sidled off to collect their drinks.

"I'm still dreaming about the kiss you gave me on Saturday, Tony," she said.

"You have very kissable lips, Suzie," I said.

"Kissable enough to take me out sometime?"

"Say the word and it's done," I said.

"I'll check my diary," she said. "How about one to keep me going?"

"OK, but just one," I said, "You wouldn't want to get me all worked up before I go to work now, would you?" I said.

"You never know, but I'd like to try."

I took her hand and led her around the edge of the counter. She reached for me as she got closer and pulled me in for a deep kiss. She released me and shook her head, running her hands through her hair and tugging at the hem of her jacket.

"What would you like, Tony?" she said, mechanically.

"As in coffee?" I asked.

She looked over my shoulder in a wide-eyed stare.

"Earth to Suzie, come in please," I said.

She shook her head.

"Sorry, I spaced out there."

"A flat white please," I said, smiling.

"Mmmm, yes, OK." she said, her hands resting on the till, no movement taking place.

"Suzie?" I said.

"Yes?"

"Today?"

Sandra came running over. She pushed Suzie out of the way.

"Fuck sake, Tony, what did you do that for?" she said.

"I didn't do anything, Sandra. She kissed me," I said.

"Are you OK now, Suzie," she asked her. "I fuckin' told you not to be kissing him."

"You're allowed to," Suzie reacted.

"That's because I can handle him," she said, "Can't I, Tony?"

"I've yet to find out, Sandra," I said, "sometimes you avoid the actual connection."

"I'll get around to it eventually, Tony."

"Procrastination doesn't become you, Sandra," I said, "unlike Suzie, who just goes for it."

"What the fuck is procrastination, Tony?" she asked.

"It means putting something on the long finger."

"Why didn't you just say that?"

"Putting something on the long finger?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I just said it twice."

"You know what I mean," she said, as two more female customers walked in.

She eyed them as she stepped away from the register, pulling Suzie back into place. She took my hand in hers.

"Your long finger is very long, Tony. Can I kiss it?"

"You know what they say about a long finger, Sandra."

"No."

"Long fingers, long gloves."

"You're getting me hard, Tony," she whispered, "kiss me like you kissed Suzie."

"Suzie kissed me, did you not hear me?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Will you?"

"When you make these people their coffee, Sandra."

"Are you putting me on the long finger now?" she asked.

"How can I, Sandra? You're holding it in your hand."

"Follow me inside then," she said, pulling me in behind the counter.

"Am I safe, coming in here with you, Sandra?" I asked.

"Stop talking for once," she said as she pulled me through a doorway into the rear of the shop.

"Procrastinate me," she whispered, wrapping her arms around me as she kissed me like she never had before.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I asked, my head almost spinning.

"Never mind," she said, leading my hand under her skirt and between her legs.

Her tongue reached for mine as my finger touched the smoothness of a thong.

"Fuck," she whispered as it slipped along the ragged sewn edge, slowly under the fabric and along her moist vulva.

"I thought you just liked to tease, Sandra," I said as I stroked inside her vagina.

"Did you fuck Babs?" she asked.

"No."

"Would you tell me if you did?"

"No."

"Good, we'll keep this between us," she whispered as she kissed me ravenously and moved herself against my finger.

"Fuck, Sandra, this is so hot," I whispered.

"Jesus, Tony," she breathed as she burrowed her forehead into my shoulder. "I'm coming."

"I've got you," I said, holding her tightly as her body slackened.

I heard her orgasm before I felt her release. She clung tightly to me. We relaxed for a minute or two and she lifted her head and smiled through hazy eyes.

"I know you fucked Babs," she whispered.

"How do you know?"

"She told everyone about it."

"The cow," I said with a smile.

"You're going to fuck me next, Tony," she said.

"When?" I asked.

"I finish at three today," she said. "So a minute past?"

"What will you say if Babs comes in tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'll tell her you kept me on the long finger," she said.

"It wasn't the long finger, babe," I said. "It was the one beside it."

I lifted it to my lips and tasted it on my tongue before sucking her delicious flavour into my mouth as she watched me with rapt attention.

"Fuck," she whimpered, "That is such a fucking turn on, Tony."

"I'll see you later," I said. "Don't be late."

END