Since I became an adult, I wake up every day from bizarre and strange dreams. Each time I wake up, my whole body aches, and I always find ambiguous red marks and shy traces appearing inexplicably on my arms and legs...
I was a barista working at a trendy coffee shop in Texas.
I tore off the slowly emerging order from the printer-Vanilla Mocha.
Clipping the order to the counter wall, I removed the handle from the hydraulic espresso machine. Suddenly, a tickling sensation brushed against my leg, as if something was teasing me through the fabric.
I glanced down at my calf but saw nothing.
I didn't pay too much attention to it. I continued my work: measuring the coffee grounds, tamping them down, attaching the handle back to the machine, extracting the espresso, and adding vanilla syrup.
Again, a tingling sensation crept up my leg, as if someone was gently trailing a finger from my ankle upwards.
I shivered involuntarily.
A low chuckle echoed in my ear. I turned around, unsurprised to find no one there. Was it my illusion?
As I turned back, something pressed against my backside and pinched hard! This again?
I glared at David Holland, who was extracting espresso nearby, feeling a surge of anger. This wasn't the first time!
This guy had been eyeing me for a while. Last time, he confessed and asked me to be his bottom, but after I turned him down, he kept pulling these little stunts!
No way! I was definitely not the submissive type!
I raised my arm and swung it down hard.
"What?" David rubbed the back of his head, looking at me with an innocent expression.
I frowned, seeing his genuinely confused and hurt look.
Jesus, this was awkward.
"Nothing, just messing with you," I said casually, returning to my work, pretending not to hear his muttered complaints.
If it wasn't him, then who could it be?
Suppressing my doubts, I continued working.
I poured pure milk into the frothing pitcher, creating a thick foam, and slowly poured it over the espresso, crafting a layered heart.
The Vanilla Mocha was ready.
I placed the finished drink on the tray and moved on to the next order.
Suddenly, the hem of my shirt was lifted, and a cool, soft touch caressed my waist, making my body tense.
I glanced at David, who was still focused on his work, and there was no one surrounding!
"Heh heh... So sensitive and adorable," a warm breath whispered in my ear.
I shrank my neck in astonishment, looking towards the source of the voice, but again, there was not even a single figure in sight.
Had I been watching too many horror movies?
As I bent down to measure the coffee beans, a wet sensation slid across the nape of my neck, like a gentle lick from a tongue, sending a shiver through me.
"Mmm..." "What?" David thought I was talking to him, crossing his arms and looking at me warily. "You're not planning to hit me again, are you?"
I rolled my eyes at him.
He immediately backed down, "I can be the bottom too!"
"No interest." I retorted.
Although I was recently diagnosed with a condition that prevents me from getting up, which was caused by a psychological barrier, I never intended to have sex with either girls or guys.
If I were to be part of the homosexual group, I would at least look for someone appealing!
Another low laugh echoed in my ear...
Was I losing my mind? This was so eerie!
I turned to look at David, who was back to his usual self, working diligently. Despite my growing suspicions, I had to push them aside and continue with my tasks.
Was I having another issue?
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