#underneath

You sat across from her.

The café was busy, people talking on their own tables. A waitress patrolled taking orders, bringing drinks, that sort of thing. You regarded the menu, a laminated piece of card propped upon a standee. Atomic Americano… How the hell do you make coffee atomic? Use heavy water? You looked over at Sofie. She always looked a little feline, but the smirk decorating her features made her look positively cattish. Your phone buzzed. She'd sent you a text

[You wearing it?]

You nodded. You'd almost forgotten the small silicone egg nestled inside you. Almost. You had an idea of what it was when you'd found it on the bedside table, but it was nice to know. A waitress came to your table. Sofie’s smirk widened as she sat back in the booth. She pointed at the menu, indicating her choice. She winked. You were going to have to order

“Hey you two, what can I get you?” The waitress was kinda pretty, you could see where she'd flipped a septum piercing up in her nose to hide it

“Yeah, can we get a-”

Sofie played with something on her phone. The sudden buzzing nearly made you jump. You looked daggers at her. She winked

“I- I’ll have a cappuccino.” You swallowed hard, she was playing with the intensity, keeping it low until you tried to speak, then spiking it up “And-” you bit back a curse “And she'll have a latte”

Not her usual order, but if she thought you'd rattle off the usual parade of syrups and sweeteners while you had a buzzing egg in your yoni, she's got another thing coming. You could feel the blush rising in your cheeks as the waitress took your order to the desk.

“You're a real asshole, you know that? Ri- aaaahh” you lost composure a little. Hands clenched as you arched your back

“A real what?” Fucking hell you thought that smirk couldn't get any wider. She had a foot resting on your leg, having slipped one of her sandals, stroking your skin with the bare sole “Go on, I promise I'll be good” She pouted, failing to hide the continued smirk

“Cunt” You yelped. She was prepared for you to start talking, but maybe wasn't expecting it to be so sudden.

The waitress arrived with your drinks, setting them in front of you both. At least while drinking, she wasn't interfering with you, too focused on her coffee, content to let the gentle hum keep you occupied.

As soon as you finished though, she was back at it. “Go on, go to the counter to pay, and we can go. I bet you've got some… Frustration you need to me to help you work out”

You got up, fist clenched around your bag as you stepped over. It was only as you got to the counter that she turned up the sensation, drawing your knees together. You told the lady behind the counter your table number and she rang up your order on the old-fashioned till squatting on the end of the surface. A moment later and a shaking hand proffered a card to a reader.