Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia by A.L. Bryce
Authors: A.L. Bryce
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away at the girl’s tailbone, her clit electrified by the contact.
The handle on the bathroom door jiggled, then someone tapped on the door.
“Just a sec!” Porsche called out, then renewed her efforts pumping and rubbing ferociously against the girl’s cheeks, reaching around to fondle her lips and slip a finger in hard.
“Oooooohhhhffffffffffffffffffff!” She pressed her mouth against the girl’s shoulder, biting to keep from calling out as she came.
“Ow! Hey! Ow! What the ... ”
Porsche stepped back, pushing the girl against the sink. She pulled her pants up and turned to unlock the door.
“Hey, wait! What about me?” the girl demanded.
“What about you? This about you ... you’re a silly little girl who does it in the bathroom with baristas. You don’t deserve to come.” Porsche flipped the latch and whipped the door open, the girl scrambling to pull up her torn panties, the patron waiting for the bathroom getting an eyeful of puss hairs.
Porsche strode out like a gunfighter and headed back to her station.
“Where have you been? We’ve had a bunch of orders and I had to cover the register and make the drinks!”
“Boo hoo hoo. I was coming like a bitch in the bathroom.”
“Oh, my God! You can’t talk like that in front of customers or in front of me!”
“Oh, did I upset your Christian sensibilities? Fuck off, Jade.” Porsche hated these little 19-year old children Starbuck’s was hiring. She ignored the withering looks of the customers and made herself a double shot.
At 3 o’clock, the manager called Porsche to her office.
“Porsche, I heard about what happened today.”
“Jade is lying, ma’am.”
“Jade? Jade didn’t say anything. I had a call from not one, but two customers. I can’t tolerate this kind of attitude. Starbuck’s has an image to uphold and professionalism is tantamount to upholding that image.”
“Yes, of course, and I am professional. I don’t know what those customers said but I can assure you ... maybe they mixed Jade and I up ... you know, we have a similar ... ”
“Porsche, you come in late, you leave early, you call in sick a lot, and you are sloppy at your station. I have numerous instances of you being rude to our clientele. This is not news to you. We’ve had this discussion before. I’m going to have to let you go. Please gather your personal belongings and I’ll escort you out. I’m sorry.”
“What? No! You can’t be serious. I need this job. LOOK! Look, I’ll do better! Right now, I’m just going through a rough patch in my personal life. I don’t know if I told you but my mother has just been diagnosed with breast cancer and ... ”
“Your stepmother?”
“No, no, my mom. My mother mother.”
“Oh, would that be the same one that you took a week off six months ago for her funeral? Arisen from the grave has she?”
“Oh, shit! No. You ... yes, my stepmother. Look, we are dealing with BREAST CANCER here ... and uh, I have a, uh, drug problem. Can’t Starbuck’s enroll me in a program and help me, uh, get clean and ... ”
“Get your things together, Porsche, and I’ll escort you out.”
Porsche leapt up and slammed open the office door. She surged through the store with her arms outstretched, knocking over the African Specialty Coffee and Teas display as she went. “THIS PLACE IS A FILTHY HOLE PEOPLE! THERE ARE COCKROACHES IN THE BEANS! WE SIFT THEM OUT MOST OF THE TIME BUT SOMETIMES WHEN WE GET REALLY BUSY WE JUST GRIND `EM RIGHT UP! YOU’RE FUCKING DRINKING COCKROACH TURDS IN YOUR COFFEE RIGHT NOW!”
Porsche hit the sidewalk and spun to the left. She began running, stopping in a block, fully winded. As the hot tears roared down her cheeks, she faced the wall of a building, wishing she could sink into it.
21
S OPHIA DUMPED THE BAGS onto the bed and began sorting through all the treats she’d purchased for Friday night. There was a new paddle, black leather with a cushioned side and a rather nasty
The handle on the bathroom door jiggled, then someone tapped on the door.
“Just a sec!” Porsche called out, then renewed her efforts pumping and rubbing ferociously against the girl’s cheeks, reaching around to fondle her lips and slip a finger in hard.
“Oooooohhhhffffffffffffffffffff!” She pressed her mouth against the girl’s shoulder, biting to keep from calling out as she came.
“Ow! Hey! Ow! What the ... ”
Porsche stepped back, pushing the girl against the sink. She pulled her pants up and turned to unlock the door.
“Hey, wait! What about me?” the girl demanded.
“What about you? This about you ... you’re a silly little girl who does it in the bathroom with baristas. You don’t deserve to come.” Porsche flipped the latch and whipped the door open, the girl scrambling to pull up her torn panties, the patron waiting for the bathroom getting an eyeful of puss hairs.
Porsche strode out like a gunfighter and headed back to her station.
“Where have you been? We’ve had a bunch of orders and I had to cover the register and make the drinks!”
“Boo hoo hoo. I was coming like a bitch in the bathroom.”
“Oh, my God! You can’t talk like that in front of customers or in front of me!”
“Oh, did I upset your Christian sensibilities? Fuck off, Jade.” Porsche hated these little 19-year old children Starbuck’s was hiring. She ignored the withering looks of the customers and made herself a double shot.
At 3 o’clock, the manager called Porsche to her office.
“Porsche, I heard about what happened today.”
“Jade is lying, ma’am.”
“Jade? Jade didn’t say anything. I had a call from not one, but two customers. I can’t tolerate this kind of attitude. Starbuck’s has an image to uphold and professionalism is tantamount to upholding that image.”
“Yes, of course, and I am professional. I don’t know what those customers said but I can assure you ... maybe they mixed Jade and I up ... you know, we have a similar ... ”
“Porsche, you come in late, you leave early, you call in sick a lot, and you are sloppy at your station. I have numerous instances of you being rude to our clientele. This is not news to you. We’ve had this discussion before. I’m going to have to let you go. Please gather your personal belongings and I’ll escort you out. I’m sorry.”
“What? No! You can’t be serious. I need this job. LOOK! Look, I’ll do better! Right now, I’m just going through a rough patch in my personal life. I don’t know if I told you but my mother has just been diagnosed with breast cancer and ... ”
“Your stepmother?”
“No, no, my mom. My mother mother.”
“Oh, would that be the same one that you took a week off six months ago for her funeral? Arisen from the grave has she?”
“Oh, shit! No. You ... yes, my stepmother. Look, we are dealing with BREAST CANCER here ... and uh, I have a, uh, drug problem. Can’t Starbuck’s enroll me in a program and help me, uh, get clean and ... ”
“Get your things together, Porsche, and I’ll escort you out.”
Porsche leapt up and slammed open the office door. She surged through the store with her arms outstretched, knocking over the African Specialty Coffee and Teas display as she went. “THIS PLACE IS A FILTHY HOLE PEOPLE! THERE ARE COCKROACHES IN THE BEANS! WE SIFT THEM OUT MOST OF THE TIME BUT SOMETIMES WHEN WE GET REALLY BUSY WE JUST GRIND `EM RIGHT UP! YOU’RE FUCKING DRINKING COCKROACH TURDS IN YOUR COFFEE RIGHT NOW!”
Porsche hit the sidewalk and spun to the left. She began running, stopping in a block, fully winded. As the hot tears roared down her cheeks, she faced the wall of a building, wishing she could sink into it.
21
S OPHIA DUMPED THE BAGS onto the bed and began sorting through all the treats she’d purchased for Friday night. There was a new paddle, black leather with a cushioned side and a rather nasty
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