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Pokemon Oh-Snap! (Priscilla x Azecreth)

Emiko kept her bare legs tight, ensuring her thighs her closed to not reveal the prize between her legs to those who sat at the much lower booths. For good measure she had even kept her hands between her thighs to cover herself, blush still painting her cheeks as she sat across from Riley.

At a nearby booth a few younger male trainers had already noticed their female peers pokey nipples, muttering to eachother and smiling as she sat with an older man. They of course thought probably the worst about the situation, some of them murmuring to each other how when they are a bit powerful trainer they will have breakfast with braless girls too. Emiko of course was oblivious to her wardrobe malfunction upstairs, ignorant of the fact she even needed a bra with nothing to show for it. She seemed uncomfortable as they stared at her, thinking they knew more about her missing panties than her tight pressed thighs revealed.

“Hi!!! Welcome, have you had time to look over the menus? Do you need time to think or do you know what you want?” A chipper blue haired waitress that greeted the pair before stood front and center at the table, her own eyes drifting to Emiko’s chest as she seemed surprised at the sight.
 
Despite what he had said, it seemed that Emiko's embarrassment was keeping her from immediately responding to his answers. He was aware of some mutterings from nearby, but didn't put much thought into it. Let them think what they wanted. There was no way that they could predict what he was actually up to.

Luma shifted as the waitress approached, shifting to the other side of the table and away from her feet. Riley glanced to Emiko once more before shaking her head. "I think we may need another minute or two," he replied. He hadn't had much time to look personally, what with the conversation that had been going on. He expected that his companion was likely in the same camp, if for different reasons.

He shifted and flashed the waitress a warm smile. "Still, we're both from out of town. If you have any recommendations I'd really appreciate it." There was no shame in asking for advice from an expert after all.
 
As Riley asked for a few extra minutes, Emiko realized she had not even looked over the menu yet, her... distractions detracting from her focus as she braved one hand released from between her thighs to fumble around with her menu. There was not much to it, some pastries, normal breakfast food, and a small selection of specialties the cafe was known for. Emiko focused hard, trying not to see the boys staring at her from the corner of her eyes.

“Oh of course, I have lots of recommendations.” The waitress smiled brightly, coming closer to Riley. There was little inhibition in the blue haired girls friendliness, pressing her body against Riley’s shoulder as she pointed at the menu he held.
“We of course have our famous Snorlax Brew Coffee, then there is my favorite, the Jiggly-PUFF.” The girl rambled on about various foods they served at the cafe, listing nearly every one as her “favorite”. Emiko looked fairly undecided despite all the recommendations, her blushing now coming with a new source as she watched the waitress press her small breasts against Riley’s arm.

Soon the doors of the cafe jingled again, new customers arriving as the morning progressed. The waitress still pressed against Riley’s arm turned and smiled.

“Welcome! I’ll be right with you!”

Emiko however gasped, turning her gaze straight to the ground as she seemingly tried to keep it together at the presence of these new customers. She avoided eye contact with anyone or anything at all costs.

At the door stood a short but intense girl with a grin that could melt your very soul. She had red hair and two long pigtails coming from the top of her head. She wore a crop top that came to about mid abdomen snd short jean shorts that did enough to cover her cheeks. Stylish would be an appropriate word to describe her, bracelets and ribbons adorning her hair and body as she strutted across the entrance of the cafe towards Rikey and Emiko’s table. Her eyes were hazel and they were staring right at Riley’s young breakfast companion with the evilest of connotations.

On her flank two older boys (though younger than Riley) that looked to be backup dancers from a hip hop music video, followed lock step as they crossed the cafe.

“Well well look what we have here.” Her voice was high pitched and seeping with disdain as she walked right up to Emiko, staring up at her (since she was short and Emiko is in a high top chair).
“Emi...” her eyes traced the girl as she cataloged and defined every weakness and insecurity. It would be incredibly obvious to her something was up with Emiko, her nipples poking through her shirt and hands at her crotch. The corner of this haughty girl’s mouth turned up as she realized what state Emiko was in. Her eyes looked over to Riley as she raised and eyebrow and turned back to Emiko.

“Is this guy a contest judge or something?” Her posy looked Riley up and down wondering what the older man was about. “You trying to seduce a judge to win today?” The girl came closer to Emiko’s face.

“Nunununu... no! Thats not it! Hes not...” Emiko blabbered as she trembled.

“Hmmm with your state of dress I highly doubt its anything else. Is that how you do it in whatever hickville you come from?” The girl swung around to Riley and shot him a smile looking at the waitress who hing on his arm, pulling all the strings of the situation she could.

The waitress retracted herself, looking nervously a the newcomer.
“i’ll give you all a minute to decide.” She nervously said before scampering between the pigtailed girls two escorts with trepidation and to the kitchen.

“You do that sweetie.” The new girl said.
 
For a moment Riley wondered if the waitress was trying to make a pass at him. It would explain why she was getting so close and physical as she answered his question. Perhaps jealousy over Emiko's appearance? Or maybe she was just a naturally friendly person. It was something that might be worth investigating later, if he didn't forget about it.

For now he just nodded along, taking in her recommendations. Of course her help was limited given everything seemed to be a favorite or really good, but at least he got some idea of what the various foods were like that would help his own decision making process. So it wasn't a complete waste of time when one considered that in addition to the flirting. It might make Emiko a bit uncomfortable, but still not enough for her to actually leave.

That was when new customers arrived. Riley's gaze rose as he looked over the trio, coming off as the stereotypical 'school princess' posse. He'd seen the type before. The group approached the table they sat at, and he glanced between his companion and the new arrival as it became clear that they knew each other. Well now, this was unexpected.

He nodded to the waitress as she decided that discretion was the better part of valor and withdrew. Riley didn't blame her for that. Things were likely to get pretty ugly here.

"Sadly, I am not a contestant judge," he said at last with a shaking head. "It seems like it might be pretty fun, but that's not my calling in life." Of course, that was mostly from observing the Contests themselves. Given what he was experiencing now, it seemed that it might be a much more cutthroat occupation than he had previously given it credit for. A lot of power, but also a lot of danger.

He then regarded the girl and offered her a hand. "The name's Riley. It seems like you two have a bit of a history."
 
The red pony tailed princess aura-ed girl took Riley’s hand rather daintily and with an exuding amount of confidence. It was a stark contrast between her and Emiko, and the radiance of this seemingly rival girl almost made Emiko recede even more into herself as she sort of hunched over on her side of the table with her hands between her thighs protectively.

“Chiyoko.” She shook Riley’s hand and smiled at him in a rather mature way, more so than expected from a girl of her stature. “Three time Mossdeep City Pokemon Contest Champion.” Her eyes sparkled at the mention of her own accomplishments.

She looked both Riley and Emiko over once more, a sly smile on her face as Emiko averted her eyes.

“If you’re no judge then I guess my suspicions are off base... I would have figured this country bumpkin knew she was no match for me and was trying to seduce you.”

“Eeek!” Emiko yelped at the thought, cheeks and ears bright red.
“Seduce??!!! Who do you... wa wa wa what do you think I am?”

“Pssh..” Chiyoko raised her eyebrows skeptically. “Please, why else would you be across the table from a grown man looking like... that...” Her eyes went from chest to crotch on Emiko as she snapped her tongue.

Emiko made a quieter and more submissive squeak as she looked down and away from Chiyoko again.

“Annnnyyywaayyssss.” The girl looked to her posey as they grinned.
“So are you her coach? Picking her up? I can tell you, don’t waste your time with her she has little... imagination...” she partially licked her lips as she looked from Riley to Emiko again.
 
Riley was not surprised by the impression he got from Chiyoko's handshake. It seemed that things did not go very deep beneath the surface, for better or worse. but he knew her name now, as well as her accomplishments. A three time Champion was nothing to sneeze at, though he did not know the difficulty level of that particular challenge. Still, with what experience he had it would be foolish to belittle her.

He held back a chuckle as Chiyoko laid into Emiko on her appearance, pointing out what everyone had noticed long ago. Not that he drew more attention to that himself.

Instead he kept his focus on Chiyoko. "Not a coach either. We were roommates at the Center yesterday, and I offered to get her some breakfast. That's all." Well, his intentions might not be squeaky clean, but he was not about to openly admit that. Not here.

Of course, while he had answered her, he was not ignorant of a dodged question. Though he had the feeling that Chiyoko had plenty to say on the subject if she was willing to open up about it. The truth would be revealed sooner or later. "Still, you didn't answer my question of how you two know each other. Twinleaf isn't exactly near Mossdeep, last time I checked."
 
“Mmmhmmm.” A wry smile communicated her confidence and further diminished Emiko’s as a dark cloud descended on the small girl across from Riley.

“Those on the circuit of Pokemon Contests tend to have an eye for the competition.” Chiyoko inspected her finely manicured nails with a smile. Her eyes scanning Riley once more as she sized up the relationships between him and her acquaintance.
“Emiko and I actually had a run in not too long ago in Petalburg City. Little Emi from the sticks here thought competitions in the real world were like those in Twinleaf. This is Hoenn afterall, the birthplace of Pokemon Contests.” Her tongue curled with the s in contest as she confidently smirked at the girl near to her.

Emiko just sort of “meep’ed” as Chiyoko responded Little disputed with the explanation that was given.
“Yeah... thats how it was.” She shrugged her small shoulders.

“But here you are Emi... A plus for perseverance in making it this far to challenge me again.” Her eyes were extremely oppressive when talking to Emiko.

“So how about you handsome? Do you compete, or are you going to come watch your.... room-mate... compete?” This eccentric girl flirted beyond what her stature suggested as she questioned Riley’s motivations. Using a hard R for roommate.
 
"Ah, that explains it," Riley said with a slow nod as Chiyoko explained the two rivals had met in Petalburg. There was less in the way of details about what had happened, but he could imagine for himself. Still, Emiko had to have left a strong impression too if Chiyoko was willing to go out of her way to torment her like this.

Glancing over at Emiko, he flashed her a smile to counter the weight being placed on her. "Persistence is a virtue," he agreed, though likely with less sarcasm or putting down.

Returning to Chiyoko, he shrugged indifferently. "I don't compete myself, my work just means I've attended some competitions before. And I wasn't aware there was going to be a Contest in Slateport soon. But now that I know I'm considering sticking around to see it," he admitted gracefully. It wasn't like there was anywhere that he needed to be. As for her flirting, well, he was no doubt making her work for it.
 
Emiko blushed snd looked down and to the left as Riley addressed her virtue. She still cutely fidgeted in her seat, uncomfortable with the perception of her appearance without panties and still oblivious to her more obvious poking problem. They even seemed to get a bit more pokey as she blushed.

The twin tailed redhead’s ears perked up in contrast as Riley mentioned his work and attending the competition.

“Why yes! I’m surprised Emiko didn’t mention it to you. You would think she would at least want one supporter in the crowd.” Her eyes drifted to Emiko only briefly as she seemed much more interested in locking eyes with Riley. “But yea, its open to the public, tomorrow it starts at 10am actually. I think Emiko here will have to compete in the preliminaries then, but me... ha! Well, I am exempt until the second round because of my previous wins.” Chiyoko pointed to her chest with a smug smile.

“But do tell... what is this work you do?” She leaned in closer to Riley, thin lips curved into a curious smile.
 
There was a shrug from the photographer as Chiyoko seemed surprised he had not heard of the Contest yet. "Well, I'm sure she was getting around to that." It wasn't as if they had spent very long in each others company after all.

He then nodded, mentally noting down the details of the Contest for later. If he was still in town then he would probably attend. These sorts of things were very good for his wallet, to say nothing of his exposure to potential clients. "Thanks for filling me in. I'll see what my schedule looks like." That was mostly a way of hedging his bets though, since he was not in a rush to get anywhere at present.

Asked about his worked, Riley noted how Chiyoko leaned in as she continued her flirting. "I'm a photographer," he informed her, using the table as an armrest. "People, Pokemon, that sort of thing. I tend to work freelance most of the time, but I've had some pretty good events at Contests before." Of course he did not reveal his more erotic efforts, both for Emiko's sake and the sake of public exposure.

After a moment he reached into his pocket in preparation for what he asked. "I don't suppose you'd like a business card with my website on it?"
 
At the mention of photographer Chiyoko immediately became ten-fold more interested, eyes lighting up like the spotlights on the stage of her life.

“A photographer you say?!” Her eyes looked Riley up and down, he certainly looked the type.
“I would love your business card. You know... I have done some modeling before as well, I am sure you could tell.” A flirtatious laugh as she brushed Riley’s shoulder gently. Chiyoko in contrast did seem like someone who would know their way around a camera lense, stylish and cute she had a face and personality for it.
“I happen to be in a few Pokemon Contest Magazines actually, it is what happens when you have so much success!” A nudge to Emiko who silently awaited her rivals departure with head pointed down. A few of Chiyoko’s pose noticed the small girl’s pokey nipples and grinned widely, Emiko looking a tad uncomfortable as one boy put a hand on the back of Emiko’s chair.

“If you need someone to model, well I have experience that others don’t.” Chiyoko’s self-acknowledgments continued.
 
Having been asked for it, Riley produced the business card from his pocket and passed it over to Chiyoko. "I have reasonable rates, and I'd like to think my quality is pretty good," he assured her, before she began telling him that she had done some modeling work before. A cursory glance indicated she was probably telling the truth, though there was no way for him to know for sure.

"i see. I can understand how that would be the case," Riley agreed with a small nod. That was how it tended to go in the world of fame. If you won and looked good, you'd get those sorts of roles fairly easily.

While the posse moved to intimidate Emiko, Riley would not let himself be persuaded so easily. He understood Chiyoko had a strong opinion of herself, but he was not someone to just get pulled along by appearance and self confidence. Especially since she was the intruder into this situation. It wasn't the first time this had happened to him.

So he played coy, pulling back slightly s he stroked his chin in thought. "Well, I'll keep that in mind. I may have a spot for another person willing to be photographed, if you can win this Contest," he told her with a throw of the metaphorical gauntlet. Though he had the feeling she didn't really see it as such. Not with her level of confidence.
 
The light in Chiyoko’s eyes dimmed a bit as Riley mentioned she would have to pay for a photoshoot. Her attitude souring since she would expect any photographer to beg to take pictures of her. At least thats what her expression said. Never the less she took the card and slid it into her bra, keeping eye contact with Riley as she did so.

“Well then, I see you have a good tastes, you want to take pictures of the champion.” Her face leaned in close again to Rileys, eyes on Emiko who sat timidly across the table. Chiyoko’s hand rested on Riley’s shoulder as she brought her mouth to his ear.

“I guess once I inevitably win we will have out photoshoot then.” She winked, slipping back away from Riley. With a snap of her fingers she signaled he pose to follow, her slender figure swaying with each step as she departed the cafe, fanboy on either flank. Just before slipping out the door she would turn back to Riley and Emiko and blow a kiss, fabulously fully of herself as the atmosphere of the cafe calmed with her departure.

The table who previously was ogling Emiko near to them was full of rumbles about “that girl” and “who was that”. Chiyoko’s presence certainly left a wake.

“Ummm are you all ready to order?” The blue hair waitressed held her notepad beneath folded hands against her abdomen as she timidly approached.
 
Admittedly, Riley had been speaking generally when it came to fees. He had fully intended for things to be free if she won the contest. But let her think what she wanted. He was no mind reader after all, so if she did not voice those concerns then he had no way to counter them.

Riley gave a slight nod as Chiyoko leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "Consider it an incentive to do your best," he said in turn. With that she departed, flanked by her posse and moving with style. Of course she was confident that she would win, with her ego. The question was whether that would really be the case.

While others wondered about Chiyoko and what her game was, Riley finally had the chance to order. "I'll have the Mareep Pancakes, some sausage, and Moomoo Milk," he told her before looking to Emiko so she could place her order.

Once given, and the waitress had departed, he would speak to his companion. "That offer applies to you too by the way," he told her. "So try your best, okay?"
 
A small smile that had been rare on Emiko’s face since they first met slid into Riley’s view as he extended the offer to her. There was some hope in her tender eyes, despite her embarrassment in the pass few moment there was some confidence she could win. Chiyoko knew how to get into her opponents heads, and wouldn’t waste time doing so if Emiko was not some sort of threat.

“Alright.” She smiled even brighter as she nodded. “I will win.” She balled one fist, her other still guarding her maidenhood.

Emiko would place her order with the waitress, just a small pastry and some orange juice. The blue haired girl in a frilly dress smiling and saying “coming right up” before dancing off into the distance to place their order. Emiko would take this time to ask Riley questions about himself. Basic things like where he was from, where he had been, what sorts of cool pokemon he had seen. The conversation would last from the span of their order being placed and the waitress coming back out with a tray of food.

“Alright! Mareep pancakes and milk!” She grinned to Riley as she placed it down. “Made it myself.” She winked, not clarifying which she made herself.
“Annnnndddd a custard pastry.” The plate landed in front of Emiko with just as much enthusiasm.

“Thank you.” She smiled brightly to the waitress before picking it up carefully and taking a bite. As she lay it back down a smothering of cream sat upon her upper lip, Emiko not noticing as she looked back to Riley.

“How is yours?” She grinned creamily.
 
Riley was pleased to see Emiko's mood rise as she took his words to heart. It might not be enough for her to actually win, but it would definitely give her the motivation to put forth her best effort. With how Chiyoko seemed to like playing mind games that sort of thing was vital. Now it was just a matter of seeing whose determination would prove to be the greater.

Plus he couldn't stand seeing her sad for too long. It made him feel bad.

With orders placed the two shifted to simple conversation. Riley related some of the things he'd seen, places he had gone, people he'd met. he asked about her too, like past contests favorite pokemon, that sort of thing. Mundane questions that passed the time between the orders being placed and their food arriving. It helped them put Chiyoko behind them, at least for now.

Eventually their food arrived, with the waitress flirting with him, or seemingly doing so. He played along, nodding as he inspected the food. "i see. I didn't realize you were a Miltank," he joked.

Picking up fork and knife, drizzled some syrup and spread some butter over the pancakes before eating a piece. "Good," he told Emiko once he had swallowed. "Very fluffy and light. Probably why they have the name. And yours? You've got a bit of cream on your lip so it must be pretty tasty too" He gestured to the location in question, but otherwise let her handle it. for now, he turned his attention to eating his breakfast.
 
The blue haired waitress giggled as Riley made the Miltank comment. Grabbing her two small breasts she pushed them up some and smiled.

“Well they always said I had a lot to offer, tee-hee.” She squeezed them some while facing Riley before skipping away with a giggle. Emiko by this time was blushing and looking down at her own chest, a stripe of jealousy on her face. She even went as far as to try snd lift her own like the waitress had, but she was completely flat. Still she didn’t notice how obvious her nipples were under her shirt.

A bit of time passed as Emiko dug into her pastry.
“Mine is fantastic!... oh I do?” She answered Rileys question while also acknowledging the cream on her lip. Her small tongue poked out as she cutely licked it off. This innocent girl clearly didn’t have much of a concept for shame in certain ways. A small smile to Riley as she ate the rest of her breakfast, the cycle of getting cream on her face and licking it off continuing for quite some time.

Emiko soon looked over to the clock on the far side wall.
“Oh is it that late in the morning already?” She grimaced. “I need to get to practicing soon...” she wiped her face and hands with a napkin.
“Your welcome to come watch, I just practice at the park nearby for now, it would be great to have a cheer leader. But I understand if you have other things to do today... in which case I can see you back at the room tonight?” Emiko’s soft smile to Riley gave off a certain warmth while she fumbled for wallet to leave some Pokedollars to cover her pastry.
 
Riley resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the waitress rose to his game. That was fair enough, he really should have known that that might be the case. It did seem to incite some jealousy from Emiko, though she did not realize what she was still emphasizing in turn. Well, it was all amusing to be a witness to at least.

Pleased to hear she was enjoying her food, and Riley went back to eating his own. He rapidly became aware of the cycle, but dutifully played his part in it while eating his pancakes and sausage. It was filling and tasted good, giving good credit to the reputation that this establishment had.

Eventually they both finished, Riley letyting out a satisfied sigh as he sat back in his chair. Sadly it seemed their time together had come to an end, with Emiko needing to depart for practice. "Sadly, I do have some things to do," he confirmed with a slow nod. "But you will definitely see me back there later. Don't work too hard, alright?" He would wave goodbye as she headed out, looking forward to their next meeting as well as the Contest. It was sure to be interesting.

However, while she left he would linger behind. He was waiting for the waitress, intent on paying her back for all that flirting. One had to start the day off on the right foot after all.
 
“See you later Riley!” Emiko smiled as she rushed out. There was no doubt she was either going to return to the pokemon center to find her panties or run to buy some. Jury was out on whether she would realize a bra was more important aesthetically.

Not long after Emiko dashed off, the blue haired waitress would trot back out of the kitchen, long legs under the short frilly dress striding with confidence as the smallest sliver of thigh shown between stocking and skirt.

“Oh your friend have to go?” She said, picking up the cash Emiko had left as payment for her food and tip. The waitress licked her finger in a amused fashion as she counted the cash and looked between it and Riley. She even went as far as to lean on the table with her elbows, the boys at the table behind her with wide eyes as they craned their necks to try and get a view of her panties.

“Okie dokie!” She pocketed the cash with a bright toothy smile. “Is there anything else I can get you? Or are you ready to leave your tip? Heh....” Her grin just confirmed how insatiably dirty her mind was as she looked at the sitting Riley, her feet tapping Luma a second before she retracted it.

“Cute Delcatty.” Her off handed comment as she leaned her head on her hand as she watched her customer think. One of the boys behind her nearly fell from his chair looking under her skirt as she bent at the hips.
 
"Yeah, she had practice to get to," Riley informed the waitress once she had returned and remarked on Emiko's departure. He watched casually as she went about counting her tip, putting on a show for the table behind her in the process. It was definitely the right decision to stay behind for this.

Luma huffed, not at all pleased by the small kick. He rose, flicking her leg with his tail before he stepped over to the other side of the table and sat back down. Well, it seemed there was one person here who was not a fan of hers.

Of course, if anything the way that the group behind them reacted made Riley's decision all the wiser. "In fact, I was wondering how much it would be to get some desert," he replied, leaning forward with hands clapsed and elbows resting on the table as he let his gaze say exactly what his words would not. It was time to see whether her act lived up to how much she was actually willing to do.
 
There was a flash of surprise in the waitress girl’s eyes as she saw the look that Riley was giving her. Perhaps the flirtatious attitude was more an act than anything, but never the less she didn’t retract from her stance of leaning over the table as he coyly asked what was for desert.

With a gulp she let out a playful giggle and resumed her confident flirting, though it seemed more like an attempt to regain the upper hand since Riley caught her off guard by leaning in to the flirting.

“Desert.... oh my.” She waved her hand to fan her face in jest. “Don’t you think that would spoil your breakfast? Hmmm.” Her eyes still flickered with uncertaint , but she continued.
“Besides... what would your girlfriend think about you having desert.... without her?” The waitress regained a confident and devious smile as she rested her cheek in her palm.
 
Riley's grin shifted to more of a smirk as he seemed to take the waitress aback with his brazen attitude. Perhaps it was more of an act than she was willing to let on. Still, to her credit she didn't lose her cool either. That showed that this was not the first time someone had tried to turn her own game back on her. Even if she had a bit less confidence than before.

He lightly shook his head, humming in thought. "Oh, I don't know. It depends on how heavy it is.," he challenged in turn.He was not about to back down either, especially since she had been the one to start this. Either she would concede defeat, or they would see where things went.

Of course, trying to use Emiko was just as foolish as 9it could have been. "Like I told Chiyoko, we're just temporary roommates. So I wouldn't worry about that too much."
 
“Oh....” The waitress realized her misconception as Riley pressed his advantage.
“So thats how it is huh?....” Her eyes shifted, looking around the cafe for a second and surveying what was happening around them. Her eye lids closed not long after that, a deep breath in the petite girls nose and out with a heave of her small chest.

“Well.... if you really do have a sweat tooth... desert is sort of expensive around here.” Her gaze was more serious this time, but she kept the corners of her mouth up in turn.
 
It seemed that the victory was his after a few moments, as the waitress conceded her error and began glancing around the cafe. Was she wondering about the customers and making sure the business was not too unattended, or because of how her own reputation would be affected by it. Once again, the ball was left in her court.

Eventually she seemed to reach some sort of decision, still looking a bit teasing but much more serious now. she maintained the act though, and mentioned cost. Not that he had expected it to be 'cheap'. She had self respect after all, and it didn't look like she was desperate. Riley wasn't surprised by this turn of events in the slightest.

As such he did not relax from his current stance, looking her over once more as he did before answering. "That's fine. I'm sure it's worth it."
 
“I’ll make sure it is. But I need to show you over to where we keep the deserts.” She had lost some of the spark in her eyes, it was replaced with just a bit of anxiety as she stood up from her lean over the table, much to the dismay of the table of young boys behind her. Looking back over her shoulder she waited for Riley to follow her, stocking covered legs displaying just a juicy morsel of thigh with every stride.

“Its just through here.” She said in a lower tone as they approached the double door to the kitchen. It was evident she took a deep breath before pushing through, the small girl striding forward with a confidence of someone with a purpose.

“Grandma? Grandpa?” She called out once they entered what looked like the bakery. There were ovens and tables and counters with all sorts of items for making the many foods the cafe had to offer, but there was nobody in site except for the line cool that stood idly waiting for orders.

“They are out, said they would be back for the lunch rush.” The larger man said with a gravelly tone.

“Thanks Pip... um can you watch the front for me? There isn’t any new orders right now.” There was a deliberateness to her tone as she put on her best smile.

The man answered with a snort and a nod before walking past Riley and giving him a glare.
“Hmph.” He said before looking to the waitress and pushing out the doors.

Once alone the blue haired girl sighed, walking towards one of the counters in the back and running her hands along the floury dust that coated it.

“Well if you want deserts we have all sorts of stuff, donuts, cakes, turnovers...” She teased Riley a bit to hide her own anxiousness. Listing off every real pastry the cafe might have as she hoisted herself onto the counter and sat at its edge.

“Or... If I had to recommend something it would be the best the house has to offer...” The waitress girl’s frilly dress spread out in her front as she pushed it aside, putting her heels on the edge of the counter and spreading her legs apart.

“Me...” Her eyes watched Riley’s reaction nervously.

There under her skirt was a pair of white floral patterned lace panties, a pair that almost looked too mature for her. The front had a window that showed the skin of her mound framed by floral stitches. The only part that was not truly see through was a small box that covered the opening of her sex, though the top crease of her folds count be seen above it.
 
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