The girl behind the counter was tall and thin, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a black apron over a white shirt and black pants. Her cleavage was noticeable in the low-cut shirt, and her hips were wide. She looked at me. “Can I help you?” “A coffee please.” I handed her a five-dollar bill. She started making my drink. Pouring milk into the mug, she brough her hands close together, resulting in her massive breasts squeezing out of her top. She looked up at me. “You want anything else?”
