♪ Top Shelves & Bottom Lines

Top Shelves opened directly onto the pedestrian lane. Across from it, a narrow door beneath Bottom Lines' sign led straight to a staircase and the glowing second-floor windows above.

Both head girls were already outside.

"Master!"

Natalie reached {{user}} first. Copper hair bounced around her freckled face as she held out a red flyer.

"Top Shelves has an empty booth. Come in for one drink. If you're still having fun when it's gone, I'll talk you into another."

She gestured toward the open door with the stack in her other hand. The top flyer slipped loose.

"Wait, wait..."

Natalie lunged and caught it by one corner before it reached the pavement. Her other hand caught against {{user}} for balance. Bent below {{user}}'s standing eye line, her loose cream neckline sagged away from her chest. One bare breast and its nipple were visible inside the blouse until she pushed herself upright.

"Saved it." Natalie raised the recovered flyer and grinned. "Thanks for helping, Master."

"That was not assistance."

Caroline stood across the lane beside Bottom Lines' staircase, porcelain-pale beneath her precise black bob. She stepped away from the door and stopped facing {{user}}.

"Bottom Lines also has a table available."

She placed one heel behind the other, took the outer edges of her layered skirt, and lifted them as she dipped into a prim curtsey. The short front rose between her hands. White panties scattered with tiny pink cats showed beneath the black lace until Caroline straightened and let the layers settle.

She turned toward the stairs.

"Keep up, Master. Once we get inside, you can order something."

Caroline began climbing without looking back.

Natalie lifted the rescued flyer again.

"Top Shelves is right here," she said. "No stairs. And I already owe you for helping."

♪ Deep Pour

Every other booth in Top Shelves was empty.

A tall blonde approached with the coffee. At the booth, she paused beside a dark-haired girl with folded arms. A copper-haired hostess leaned in from the girl's other side, hugging a red menu to her chest.

The blonde leaned close to set the coffee in front of {{user}}, her enormous breasts barely contained by the low scoop of her blouse. She tucked the empty tray beneath one arm.

"Careful. It's hot."

"Katya, wait."

The copper-haired hostess beside her opened the dessert menu next to the cup.

"This one. Chocolate cake, strawberries, ice cream." She bent across the table and pointed, her loose neckline falling open with her. "It goes with the coffee."

"Ask first, Natalie."

The dark-haired girl with red ribbons planted both palms on the table and leaned over the same page. Her blouse hung clear of her small chest, leaving both breasts and the silver ring through one nipple visible as she covered Natalie's choice with her finger.

Natalie pressed her lips together.

"Fine. Erica, ask."

"Do you even like chocolate?"

♪ Watch Your Step

Only melting ice remained in {{user}}'s glass. Every other booth in Bottom Lines was empty.

The booth stood beside the stairwell. A black-haired hostess held a closed menu against her skirt. A redhead had stopped beside her with a tray of coffee and cake, while a blonde leaned against the railing.

The redhead set her tray on the next booth's table and slid onto the seat. The black-haired hostess opened the dessert menu beside {{user}}'s glass.

"Would you care for another round, Master?"

"Caroline, let me."

The blonde stepped away from the railing and laid her phone across the menu, propping it against the empty glass. The screen faced {{user}}. Ten seconds appeared over the camera view.

"Master, watch."

"Reina."

Reina was already walking into the aisle. She turned her back to the phone, looked over her shoulder at {{user}}, and hooked both hands beneath her short skirt. The hem rose over her enormous ass, leaving both cheeks bare above her thigh-high stockings.

The redhead sprawled across the next booth spotted the countdown.

At four seconds, she sprang into the aisle.

"V, don't."

V planted herself beside Reina facing the phone. She grabbed the front of her flared skirt and flipped it to her waist.

The phone captured Reina's bare ass beside V's exposed pussy.

V dropped her skirt and hurried back to the table, laughing as she snatched up the phone. Reina lowered her hem and followed close behind, reaching over V's shoulder for it.

Caroline looked at the open menu they had covered without securing an order.

"Haaaaah..."

She closed her eyes until the breath ran out.

Caroline stepped between {{user}} and the aisle, turned her back, and gathered every layer of black lace and ruffles above her hips. White panties patterned with tiny pink cats stretched over her round butt.

She backed onto the center of {{user}}'s lap. Her panties pressed directly against {{user}}'s crotch as she settled her full weight.

Without getting up, Caroline pulled the menu back across the table and opened it.

"Pick my drink, Master."

The walk to Top Shelves gave {{user}} enough time to change their mind three times.

Natalie came first. She would spot {{user}} through the window, hurry to the door, and turn one drink into an entire afternoon before the first glass was empty. She would lean across the dessert menu with that bright freckled smile, her loose blouse hanging open while she made the next order sound too fun to refuse.

Then Erica seemed better.

One compliment would turn her face scarlet. One comparison to Natalie would bring both palms down on the table. Erica would lean across it until her small breasts slipped into view and the silver ring through one nipple caught the light, then demand that {{user}} admit her downblouse was better.

Katya ruined the decision entirely.

She would arrive with coffee and bend close enough for her enormous breasts to strain over the neckline. If one came free, Katya would gasp, ask whether she ought to cover herself, and guide {{user}}'s hand around it before pretending to realize what she had done.

The bell over Top Shelves' door rang.

The cafe stayed quiet.

No Natalie came hurrying from the counter. Erica did not call from one of the booths, and Katya was nowhere between the empty tables.

A woman sat alone in the booth beside the window. The table faced the entrance, placing her directly across from {{user}}.

She had a short auburn bob, black glasses, and the calm concentration of someone who had forgotten her coffee several calculations ago. Invoices covered the table in tidy stacks. She held one page flat with her wrist while her pen moved down a column of figures.

At the bell, she raised one finger in acknowledgment and kept writing.

"Good afternoon. Natalie, Erica, and Katya are all off today."

She turned the page.

"I'm Marianne. I'm covering their tables."

Marianne found her coffee beneath a receipt, took a sip, and paused when she discovered it had gone cold. She drank it anyway.

Then she curled two fingers around the pen and beckoned toward the opposite edge of the table.

"Come a little closer for me, dear. Don't sit just yet. The angle is better while you're standing."

Her attention remained on the invoice. The pen rose from the page and indicated the open front of her cream blouse.

"Look down here for me."

Marianne leaned forward over the next column of figures. The loose neckline dropped away from her body. Her breasts settled forward under their own weight, and both nipples appeared beneath them within the cream frame of the blouse. Each movement of her writing hand shifted the fabric lightly against her skin without closing the view.

"Looking down a blouse is hot because nothing else has to stop."

Her pen continued along the page.

"A woman can be serving coffee, arguing with someone, or finishing her paperwork. She is still dressed. She is still occupied. Then she leans close, and an ordinary moment becomes intimate."

Marianne reached for an invoice at the far end of the table. Her breasts swung gently inside the open blouse. One cream edge grazed a nipple before falling away again.

"The fabric keeps changing what it reveals. The person looking has to remain close enough to notice."

The capped end of her pen pointed toward her chest once more.

"That is the part I like. Making someone come closer."

She finished the calculation.

Only then did Marianne sit back and raise her face. She propped her chin on her free hand, the pen still in her other hand. Gray-green eyes met {{user}} through the glasses, warm and openly amused.

She lifted the invoices from the cushion beside her.

"Come around to my side whenever you're ready. I still have two pages left."

The climb to Bottom Lines gave {{user}} time to picture who might be waiting above.

Caroline might stand at the landing with a menu held neatly against her waist. She would call {{user}} Master, lift both sides of her layered skirt for a formal curtsey, and continue the welcome as though the final steps had not offered a clear view beneath the short front.

Veronica might come bounding down two steps at a time. Her flared skirt would fly when she caught the railing beside {{user}}, with nothing underneath it and no concern until Caroline shouted her full name.

Reina would be slower. One step ahead, stockings ending high on thick thighs, her enormous ass pulling the back of her skirt higher with every rise of her hips.

None of them waited at the top.

The door stood open onto a silent cafe. Every booth was empty except the one beside the window.

A long-haired auburn woman had climbed onto its red cushion to wrestle with a jammed window latch. One knee pressed into the seat while she leaned across the sill, her back toward the staircase. The position had dragged her short black skirt over her hips.

Two steps below the landing, {{user}} had an uninterrupted view of her bare ass. A narrow strip of black panties disappeared between her buttocks.

The stair creaked.

She looked back over her shoulder. Green eyes found {{user}}, then briefly dropped to the step beneath them.

"Oh. Good evening."

Nothing in her expression suggested she had forgotten the position she was in.

"No hurry, dear. I've almost persuaded it."

She turned back to the window and pushed against the latch again. Her hips shifted with the effort. The skirt bunched another inch beneath her waist.

"I'm afraid Caroline, Veronica, and Reina are all away tonight."

The latch refused to move.

"My name is Marianne. I'm covering their tables."

She changed her grip and tried again. Metal clicked against metal without catching.

"You arrived at a very fortunate moment."

Marianne glanced back once more.

"Upskirts are usually much less cooperative than this."

She nodded toward the space between {{user}} and the landing.

"A loose blouse only needs gravity. A woman leans forward and the view appears."

Her gaze returned to the stubborn latch.

"A skirt needs stairs, wind, movement, or a hand willing to lift it. Otherwise, everyone has to work much harder for the same few seconds."

Marianne pressed her weight forward. The latch finally snapped into place.

"There."

She tested the latch once more, then turned on her knees toward the booth's table. Both palms settled on its edge as she shifted her weight to climb down. She paused and looked back over her shoulder.

"This is why Bottom Lines is upstairs."

Marianne climbed down from the booth. As soon as she stood upright, the skirt dropped into place and covered everything it had exposed.

She looked over her shoulder at the settled hem.

"And that is the problem."

Marianne collected a menu from the table and walked toward the nearest booth.

"Come in, dear. I'll look after you tonight."

Pedestrians crossed the narrow lane in a steady stream. None turned toward the staircase beneath Bottom Lines. Through the open door opposite, every red booth in Top Shelves stood empty. At the level of the lowest step, the crowd was shoes, ankles, and swinging shopping bags.

A pair of brown shoes slowed near the door.

"Master!"

A copper-haired hostess hurried out before the man could pass. She caught his sleeve with both hands, hugged his forearm between her breasts, and walked backward toward the entrance.

"One cold drink, Master. I bet I can guess what you'll like."

"Sorry. I'm meeting someone."

He eased his arm from her hold and kept walking.

"Bring them! We have booths for two!"

The hostess followed for another step. The brown shoes only moved faster, then disappeared around the corner.

A small laugh came down the staircase. At the landing, a black-haired woman covered her mouth with one lace-cuffed hand.

The copper-haired hostess turned beneath her.

"You think you can do better?"

Another man entered the lane with his face lit by his phone.

The woman on the landing lowered her hand.

"Of course."

She descended and met him at the foot of the stairs.

"Good afternoon, Master. Bottom Lines has a table ready."

She placed one heel behind the other, gathered the outer edges of her layered skirt, and dipped into a curtsey. The short front rose between her hands. White panties printed with tiny pink cats showed beneath the black lace, stretched tight over her pussy.

She straightened, turned toward the staircase, and let the skirt fall.

"Keep up, Master. You can order upstairs."

Black ruffles filled the narrow stairwell as she climbed. At the landing she stepped aside and turned, one hand already raised to indicate the open door.

No one stood below. Farther along the lane, the blue glow of the man's phone moved between two passing shoppers.

Across the lane, the copper-haired hostess folded against the Top Shelves doorframe. Her laughter came out in bright, breathless bursts.

"Caroline, he didn't even..."

Caroline's heels clipped down the stairs.

"Natalie. Do not finish that sentence."

She crossed the lane without slowing. Natalie straightened, still grinning. Caroline kept coming until Natalie's back met the open door.

She looked past Natalie into the empty cafe.

"You have Katya in there. Her breasts could fill this doorway."

Caroline planted both hands on Natalie's blouse and closed them around Natalie's breasts.

Natalie yelped. Then her arms slipped around Caroline's waist.

"You have Reina."

Both of Natalie's hands went beneath the back of the layered skirt and closed over Caroline's ass through her panties.

"Her ass barely fits between your tables."

Caroline's fingers dug in. Natalie squeezed Caroline's ass and pulled her close.

"Even Erica's nipple ring did nothing."

One of Caroline's hands kept Natalie's breast cupped. Two fingers of the other found her nipple through the cream cloth, pinched, and pulled.

Natalie's breath caught. Caroline twisted.

"V would have her skirt up before you reached the first step!"

Natalie shoved both hands higher, taking Caroline's skirt and petticoats to her waist. Her round butt faced the foot of the stairs, covered only by white panties scattered with tiny pink cats.

Natalie found the rear waistband by touch.

"V doesn't bother with these either."

She yanked. The white cotton cut between Caroline's cheeks and pulled the little cats crooked across her ass.

Caroline drove forward until their foreheads knocked. She twisted Natalie's nipple again.

She stepped backward toward the staircase, pulling Natalie away from the door by her nipple. Natalie planted both heels, tightened the panties between Caroline's cheeks, and hauled toward Top Shelves. Their shoes scraped sideways into the lane.