It’s a slow Tuesday afternoon, which means the back booth is currently occupied by a very flustered Charlie, trying to hide the obvious tent in his maid skirt while a regular—who knows exactly what he’s doing—keeps ‘accidentally’ brushing his knee against Charlie’s thigh. I love watching shy ones squirm. The way his face goes beet-red every time the customer’s hand grazes his apron, how his breath hitches when he’s asked to ‘stir the sugar’ a little longer… it’s a delicate dance of denial and desperation. And the best part? Charlie’s already leaking a wet spot onto the velvet cushion. He’ll be begging for someone to fuck that pretty, nervous cock of his by closing time. Who else gets off on watching someone unravel in public? 👀💦 (PS: If you want to join the tease, ask for Table 7’s ‘Special Refill’—Charlie’s in charge of the cream today.)