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The couple who just sat down in her section were clearly tourists—blondie with silver UFO earrings and her tall, broad boyfriend with the hint of a sunburn on his neck and his ears. Shame he was here with a girl, Pansy thought. She wouldn't mind showing him the best places to stargaze.
“Hey, y’all, welcome to the Crashdown Cafe. I'm Pansy, your waitress. Our special today is the Beam Me Up Bacon and Eggs—”
“Do you have cake? It's Neville's birthday and we—”
“Luna! It's fine, no need for cake.”
So the tall drink of water was named Neville. He blushed very prettily.
“Well, aren't you two a sweet couple? We just sold out of the Chocolate Invasion cake, little league tournament breakfast this morning, you know how it is, but let me tell you, Ms Rosie here makes a mean cherry pie.”
“Oh no, we're not together, at least not in that way. Our sexual auras are completely incompatible, as I can’t provide Neville the firm guidance he needs.” Luna said in an airy tone, as casually as if she’d been describing the weather in this desert town. “Neville just agreed to come with me as I search for proof of alien life.”
If it were possible, Neville flushed even pinker, a trickle of sweat sliding down his forehead.
“I, uh, just, I'm here to study some plants, not necessarily alien…” Neville stammered. “I’m a post-doc? At Yale?”
“Is that right?” Pansy asked slowly. “Well, then, sir, would you like some whipped cream on your pie? My treat.”
“Oh, you don’t need to call me sir, or go to any trouble.”
Pansy was going to eat him up with a spoon.
“Trust me, it’s no trouble at all. We make our whipped cream in house, beat it very thoroughly. Those stiff peaks can’t be missed.”
Pansy bent down in front of him to pour some coffee in his white ceramic mug, making sure to squeeze her arms together just the right amount to let her cleavage show.
“I want you—” Neville said suddenly. “I mean, oh God, I mean, the pie. The pie and whipped cream sound good.”
Pansy stood back up and smiled. He lifted the mug to his lips, unable to take his eyes off her.
“Of course you do, sweetheart,” Pansy said, licking the corner of her lip.
His hands shook, and he let out a shocked little yelp as hot coffee spilled on his lap.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, this is… I’m so embarrassed.” Neville looked up at Pansy with wide blue eyes, his cheeks flushed and his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“It’s just a little mess,” Pansy replied with a shrug, taking a towel out of her apron pocket.
“Oh, dear, Neville, I can run to the car and get you a change of clothes?” Luna asked.
“Go on and do that, honey, I’ll take care of him.”
Pansy bent down again, pressing the towel against the damp fabric on Neville’s firm thighs.
“That coffee can be awfully hot, did it sting?” Pansy asked.
“It hurt a little bit,” Neville admitted, “but it wasn’t too—”
“Did you like the burn?” Pansy interrupted, moving the towel further up his thigh.
She let her fingers brush just for a moment against the outline of his cock in his khaki pants—just enough for plausible deniability. God, he was huge.
“Um, I—” he stuttered, as his cock gave a little twitch in his pants. “I’m so sorry, this is so rude of me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, it’s just…”
“You don’t need to apologize, it’s natural.”
“You’re so pretty.” He said in a soft whisper.
“I have your pants. Is there a place he can change?” Luna interrupted, holding out a pair of soft-looking drawstring pants. “Also, I saw a really interesting crystal formation outside on the hillside. Is that private property or…?”
“No, it’s not, you can go have a look and I’ll show Neville here somewhere he can change in privacy.”
“Thanks! No rush, Neville. I have my dowsing rod.”
Neville briefly closed his eyes, his golden lashes fluttering a moment, before he stood up in a swift, decisive movement.
“Follow me,” Pansy told him, grabbing him by the wrist.
Her fingers were unable to circle completely around him, but he was warm and pliant to her touch, yielding to her immediately.
“Good boy,” Pansy said in a low voice designed for only him to hear.
She gave Ms Rosie a cheerful wink as she led Neville to the walk-in fridge where they stored the pies and closed the door, sliding the latch in place with a solid click. Then she turned around to face him, stepping close enough to him that she could smell the salt of his sweat.
“Nervous?” Pansy asked, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, honey. Nobody can see you in here, you can go ahead and change your pants.”
He gave her a dark look, his pupils blown so wide she could scarcely see the blue of his iris. Not quite so timid, after all, Pansy thought with pleasure.
“Is that really why you led me in here?”
“You know exactly why I led you here, don’t you, big boy.” Pansy purred. “Get on your knees.”
Neville obeyed instantly, sinking down to the ground and running his hands along Pansy’s thighs to lift up her blue uniform skirt. He rolled down one knee-high stocking and then the other, shoving the front of her panties to the side before pausing for a moment.
“Is this what you want?” He asked, practically shaking with his need to lick into her.
Pansy grabbed a handful of his hair in both hands, pulling his head forward into her aching cunt.
“Of course it’s what I want,” she hissed as he sucked deeply at her. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry we didn’t have any, ah, ah, cake.”
“Mmm, Pansy, this is sweeter than any cake,” he whispered, before pressing his mouth to her once more.