The Long Pull (futa-on-futa, come in food, handjobs, masturbation, public nudity)

Story by DTales

I am D. To start my time here at FP, I will share with you fine folk my story The Long Pull, a story set in a single day in a coffee shops staffed entirely by futa.

Melanie closed her umbrella as she stepped into the back entrance of the coffee shop where she worked, placing it into the narrow can near the door where someone who worked there insisted it was a trash can and kept spitting their gum into it. Judging from the pink wad she extracted from the can last time, it was a coworker who still chewed bubblegum. She wanted to write “this is not a trash can!” on a piece of paper and tape it to the can, but then she’d be the assistant manager who wrote passive-aggressive notes to her co-workers and subordinates.

Melanie hoped she wasn’t already at that state of her career at the tender age of twenty-two. Her mom warned her to finish high school and get a degree so she wouldn’t get stuck at the coffee shop forever. Her beautifully framed degree now sat in her closet, where it would stay until she got out of the rut she’d dug herself with thousands of dollars of student loan debt.

She flipped on the lights in the back room, satisfied that it looked like it had been cleaned. Melanie patted the breast pocket to make sure she hadn’t left her pencil at home. She spun around to the cork board to look at the schedule and the roles assigned for her today.

And Melanie groaned and rested her forehead against the cork.

There was a knock at the door, shaking Melanie briefly from her disappointment. She went to the back door and opened it. It was Vanna, with her dark hair and trench coat over the uniform polo and her own skirt.

“Hey, Melanie.” Said Vanna, stepping inside and lowering the fashion magazine she’d used to shield her from the rain. Melanie had always thought Vanna was prettier than any of the dead-eyed, doll-like women they put on the cover of those things.

Vanna appropriately threw the water-damaged magazine into the trash. “You... get wet?” She asked, pointing with a painted nail. “Your hair...”

“No, I walked here.” Melanie shrugged. “And a car drove by, so I held the umbrella sideways so he wouldn’t splash me, but I was under some corner of a building where the water was just pouring off, so I got soaked.” She shivered a bit. “I would dry it off with the paper towels, but last time, I had lint in my hair all day.”

“I didn’t know you walked here.” Vanna said, taking her trench coat off and folding it over her elbow. “Where do you live? I could... pick you up.”

“Thank you, Vanna, but it’s not that far.” Melanie said. “Maybe the next time it rains, or in the winter.”

“Who do we work with today?” Vanna looked at the schedule. “Zelda, Connie... that’s a good team.”

“Connie will probably be a few minutes late.” Melanie said. “But whatever. She’s on Connie Time. If she’s always late by the same amount, we can manage. If she starts showing up even later, that could be a problem.”

“Did Annie... lose her job finally?”

“No, I think she got suspended.” Melanie said. “Haven’t talked to Patti yet. But it says Annie’s working Saturday.”

“La vache!” Vanna growled. “So am I!”

“Maybe she just won’t show up.”

A knock at the door, followed by a holler through it. “Let us in!”

Melanie opened the door to be rushed past by Connie and Zelda. Connie was a tall and athletic woman with smooth caramel colored skin and short, straight black hair styled into a windblown hairdo. Zelda was a petite Japanese-American, almost a foot shorter than Connie, with her hair tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon tied into a bow.

“Hey, Mel.” Connie said. “What’d we get today?” She went directly for the cork board to see what she’d been assigned for that day. Connie threw her fists into the air, narrowly missing Zelda’s face. “Coconut!” She cheered. “I get the easy one.”

“Ughhh...” Vanna made her best ‘echh’ sound. “I got French vanilla again! I swear, Patti is prejudiced against me or something.”

“I got Hazelnut, so I guess that means you’re Caramel today, Melanie?” Said Zelda. “Unless we’re doing something weird.”

“Yeah...” Melanie said. “If she wants me doing Caramel, I hope she’s fine doing everything in the office today, because... every time I do Caramel, I’m out of the office for like four hours at a time.”

The quartet of women walked through the back room and into the dressing room, Melanie retrieving a shrink-wrapped package before leaving the back room. The package contained six small cone-shaped objects with a slim neck below the wider part of the cone, leading to a wide flat flange of a much brighter color. The six objects were all slightly different colors, but were all dark and shiny like fancy glass.

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