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Night Shift Baristas- Part One- Aperitif

Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Redlust, Rating: 83.9, Source: sexstories.com

so no real harm done.” “She’s full of shit.” “Of course she is Kelsie, her little brat has been tearing the whole store apart and she’s done nothing to stop it. She’s one of those that will blame her kid’s awful behavior on everyone but the brat and her own shitty parenting. Just take a breather back here. I’ll make sure the kid gets out of the store without making another mess and then once that bitch is gone give it a quick mop please.” “Fine. She is a bitch though.” “A raging one,” I agreed. I went back out as Melissa was finishing the new hot chocolate. The mom put it in the brats hand and started leading him towards the door once more, again not paying any attention as the little bastard started tipping the cup upside down again. “Whoa buddy, be careful not to spill there.” I caught him and twisted the cup back upright. “There you go,” to the Mom I said, “Here let me get the door for you Ma’am.” The woman walked hand in hand with the child, who still seemed confused as to why the cup was still right side up, into the parking lot towards their Mercedes. Where I hoped the little fucker would spill the entire thing on the expensive interior. All this put us a bit behind in the closing procedures. I made the five minute announcement and set my team on their final assignments; made sure my cashiers were okay and headed once again to check on the café… … at the wrong time, again. This time Kelsie was arguing with a young man. I let out another mutter of “Christ on a biscuit” ... and walked over again. “Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, how may I be of assistance?” “Mark, this is my boyfriend Tim. He misunderstood when I got out. Tim interrupted, “You said you got out at 11, let’s go.” “I said we closed at 11, I don’t get out till 11:30, 11:15 at the earliest.” Tim started again “Look, we’re already late for the party. Do you expect me to hang around in a fucking bookstore for another 30 minutes?” “Actually since we’re closing in about 2 minutes I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I’ll make sure to get everyone out as soon as possible as we’ve all had a long day,” I said. I didn’t want to deal with the argument and it was holding up Kelsie from getting her work done. She was almost done mopping the chocolate mess the kid made but she stopped to argue with her boyfriend. I usually let the significant others who are able to act more maturely hang out in the comfy chairs to wait, but calling my store “a fucking bookstore” made him lose that opportunity. “I’m not waiting; if you’re not out by 11 you can walk to the party.” He stormed off. What an asshole, I thought, “Hey Kelsie, I’ll try to get you out as soon as possible. Just get this chocolate mopped up and get the café closeout done for the day while Melissa gets the café register, then we’re good.” “Thanks Mark. I totally did tell him the right time though. He just wasn’t listening to me.” Closing took longer than expected, Melissa, who overheard the spat between Kelsie and her boyfriend tried to go ...