THE WEIRD FRIEND

I see. And the thought of him coming over cannot let her pin her ass to the seat again. See who is talking about people being in heat? She is even shaking her legs. "Mmhh. I can imagine the mood tonight," I state.


She giggles. "It has been two freaking weeks without his tool scouring my pussycat. It is high time we removed the cobwebs stuck down there."

I forget the process of swallowing something as I gawk at her. See who was on my ass just a second ago? I bet she is pressing her thighs tightly together to alleviate the throbbing of her already wet pussy. Wait, why is she running her hand on her chest beneath the apron like that? What on earth is she doing?

I follow her movements, and I am left in utter shock. I thought I was the craziest when it came to Damian and sex. I thought I was the kinky one. I thought I was the only one who lost her mind at the mention of her man. But this one, OMG!


"Grace?" She snaps her hypersexual, round eyes at me, her hand remaining on her chest. She does not even look shocked or apologetic, even after I caught her trying to satisfy herself right under my watch. She is totally insane. "You are not fondling your nipples right now, are you?" I ask, and she better not deny it. I can clearly see what she is doing. I don't even know why I asked. I should have stated it straight to her face. I think love is driving her insane.

She pulls her hand, dropping it to her thighs. "It is your fault, Ellie. You brought him up, and now I am horny."


Huh? Did I also tell her to touch herself? She is the one who picked on Damian first. I had to get back at her with her man, and now it's my fault that she is so kinky. Why? She is so unbelievable!

Minutes pass, and I finish my coffee while Grace is here, lost in a world of sex. She dearly misses that boyfriend of hers and is obviously dying for a fuck. I hope he is serious about her because she is not just head over heels with him; she has lost her senses over him.

I dart my eyes around the cafe, and it's almost clear. The customers are leaving, and the door is closed, meaning we are not expecting more.

"Grace?" I call, startling the fuck out of her. She has been quiet, but at least she has not tried touching herself again. But she has been lost in a world of her own, perhaps arranging the scenes of tonight with her boyfriend. Sex really can make someone insane. It is the only thing lingering in her mind right now. "You can go to your boyfriend," I add.

"Are you serious?" She asks, almost leaping to her feet.

Well, there is practically nothing she is doing here anyway, right? She is like a cabbage perched here, but her brain is rolling in her sheets, screwing her boyfriend. What is the use of having her around?

"Yeah. You might infect me with your horniness. Go, and ooh, tell him to go easy on you because I need your sore ass here early in the morning, clear?" I state, sounding damn serious.

She nods sheepishly, but she can't curb the glee of leaving this place and running off to get her pussycat fucked the whole night. Well, I don't blame her for that, but touching herself is something that has been bothering me until now. "Sure, boss. You don't want to tag along?" She says this, tossing her phone in her backpack.

"What?" I query.

Is she drunk or something? What will we do there? Watch the fuck all night? Tape them? Or tip them on the best styles?

Deep sigh!

"I heard threesomes are awesome. Do you want to try it? You can quench your lust before Damian gets here."

Shit! I thought I had heard and seen it all with this weirdo, but alas! What is that again? Threesome? This girl is possessed for real. Threesome, my black ass!

"You need mental help. Get your fucking aroused self out of here before I change my mind, Grace," I warn.

Gosh! Threeshit? That sounds disgusting.

"Awee! I was just being kind and considerate because you look horny too. Bye. I will record a video for you and Damian to try our favorite positions," she winks before rushing out like a goat in heat.

Huh! What will I do with that b*tch?

"Boss?" I look in the direction of the voice.

"Yes, Damian? I mean, Damon. What is it?" I query. This one just had to have a name similar to Damian. Sigh!

"A food delivery arrived for you. I left it in your office," he says, handing me the receipt for the food I ordered.

"Okay, Damon. Thank you," I say, and I am about to plop to the seat again when he calls.

"Aaah, madam?"

What again? He should leave so that I can wait for my Damian in peace. That grace added to my horniness.

I turn to him. "Ellie, Damon! Will you all stop calling me madam? I am not that old," I say as calmly as I can ever be.

He nods his head. "Okay, boss Ellie. There is nothing else left for us to do. Can we leave now, with your permission?" He asks.

Well, they should have left ages ago if there was nothing left to do, right? "Sure. Just make sure everything is set for tomorrow," I respond.

"And you, boss? How will you get home?" He asks.

A concerned employee? Wow! "Someone is picking me up," I respond nicely, hoping he does not waste anymore of my time. I ask another question.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, boss. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Damon." He leaves, together with everyone else, while I saunter to my small office with an extra seat to check on the food.

I hope Damian gets here before it gets cold.