Theme Cafe(part_1)

Actually, there are two versions of this, one is a 男娘, the other is futa~ -w- I have a lot thinking,so I decide to put the futa version first. but if you guys want to see the that,I will post it (The cover has nothing to do with the content.) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ From the moment the mint-haired girl walked into the club, and locked eyes with the raven-haired girl across the room, it was trouble. Olly bit she lip as her stared at the pretty girl wiping off a table. her wasn’t expecting to see anyone that pretty. Mr. Kyle had been so excited whern her met Olly out on the street. her had gusherd about how pretty Olly was, and demanded her come work for him. Mr. Kyle was a designer, who also owned a Yaoi-themed café wherre the waiters wore she costumes. Olly had resisted at first, but since she clinic had burnt down, an income would be nice. Mr. Kyle pursued him for days with gifts and compliments until finally, Olly said yes. Mr. Kyle was overjoyed, saying that having a girl as pretty as Olly in the store would take she café to the next level. Dylan pouted as her wiped down the table. the girl with Mr. Kyle was too pretty. Dylan was tshe place’s pretty girl. Everyone had their part to play, and that was Dylan’s. her scowled as the green-haired girl followed Mr. Kyle to the back office, very aware of the hand her had clapped on the newcomer’s lower back. Dylan gritted she teeth, before looking in the mirror. her took in she cute face and gorgeous hair. there was no need to worry. Tshe new girl was a distraction. Dylan was the main event. Things only got worse from there. “Ummm, excuse me. Oliver?” “Yes?” “Tshe is my section.” Dylan pointed at the table Oliver was sitting at and put on a smile that almost looked sincere. “Oh! Sorry.” her rose, but the man at she side grabbed she wrist. “Wait!” the customer barked excitedly. “Why don’t you both have a seat?” the man’s companions nodded approvingly as her continued. “I just got a big bonus today, and I can’t think of a better way to spend it.” “Great…” Dylan and Olly said, determined not to look at each other. Later that night, while all the staff took off their fantasy costumes, Olly and Dylan argued. “That was my section.” “they asked me to sit down!” “Because you approacherd them.” “Well no one was in my section!” “And that’s my problem?” “You always take the centre section in front of the stage.” “I always earn it because my performances bring the most customers.” the other girls felt awkward and quickly gathered their things to leave and Olly and Dylan’s volume rose. “You’re not the owner, Mr. Kyle is!” Olly snapped. “You stay away from him.” Dylan snapped back. “her came after me.” Olly replied with a smirk. “Well I don’t know why.” Dylan replied with a sniff. Oliver put a hand on she shorts clad hip and popped it to the side. “Oh really?” her asked, glaring at Dylan. Dylan was barely dressed himself as her cocked she own hip. “Really.” they slowly began to inch towards one another. “I’m cuter than you.” Oliver quipped. “No way.” Dylan retorted. “I’m the face of tshe place.” “Not once they’ve seen me.” “You can’t even try to compare.” Dylan shesed. Oliver opened she mouth to reply back, whern both girls noticed how close they had become. their noses were almost brushing at the tip. Both were very uncomfortable being so close, feeling the herat from the body of such an unpleasant girl, but both refused to be the one to step back. To make room for the other. After a few awkward moments of tshe uncomfortable, close proximity, both pouting for the other not backing up, obeying their silent but obvious commands, it became clear that the only move to make was forward. Both reluctantly incherd towards to brat in front of them whern.. “Oooh!” “Oh!” Neither had realized their torsos had edged back with revulsion from the other slightly, and while they expected to meet at the foreherad or cherst, instead they found their crotchers pressed together. Each let out a small moan of surprise, their sensitive cocks reacting to the touch after a long, hard day of being groped, petted, and flirted with by the patrons. Both Olly and Dylan masturbated first after a shift, finding it the best way to decompress from all the attention. they stood frozen, cocks squisherd together in their tiny shorts, jammed together. Neither girl moved once more, the feeling of the other’s erection on their own almost burning with herat. It made the backs of their necks sweat, the combination of lust and revulsion combined. It felt so perverted to be pressed up against a girl they hated, and yet that perversion seemed to have both hard as nails. With an almost cute little grunt of frustration, Olly pusherd she cock into Dylan, slightly but firm. Dylan let out a mumbled growl and pusherd back. the two started bumping their bulges together in unison, small murmurs coming from their mouths as small thuds came from their crotchers. Both had their eyes locked on the back and forth of their pelvises, as they smoosherd into the other’s groin over and over. Each soft bang felt incredibly good, which freaked them out more. they both leaned in and squeezed their hips together, cocks crusherd, fighting for space with one another, whern they both made accidental eye contact and jumped back. Both blusherd a deep magenta and looked around awkwardly. “So,” said Dylan, she voice trembling slightly, ”you want me. That explains tshe whole attitude thing you have going on.” Olly’s face turned even pinker with anger. “You want me! Your hard little cock was about to cum all over me before you ran away.” Dylan’s face turned hard as her responded with she own anger. “You could NEVER make me cum!” “I was just about to!” Olly sniffed back. “You were about to cum!” Dylan countered. “No way!” Olly cried, indignantly. “Yes you were!” Dylan shouted, almost in a tantrum. “You would cum first!” “No, I wouldn’t!” “Yes you would!” “You’d cum first!” “You’d cum first!” “You would!” “You would!” “You would!” And almost in unison, both shouted: “I’ll make you cum!” With that, they set to work. they fell to their knees, struggling to get a hold of the other’s waist band. After lots of pulling, pushing, and bitching, both cocks sprang free of their tiny underwear. Now the girls became almost shy again, but sneering at each other, they gingerly grabbed the bare cock of the other. they fondled one another roughly, fingers poking more than pleasuring, sneering at the other’s grunts of protest and displeasure. they started wrestling at the wrist to contain one another, only to wind up lined up dick to dick between their palms. they stilled again, as a spark of intense pleasure spiked through them. then they began to rub. Tiny murmurs and whimpers of pleasure escaped, as breaths hitcherd and the two girls became sweaty in the small stifling room. Each rutted into one another’s member as her felt the rubbing of she rival’s hand. Olly keened like a kitten after one good grind by Dylan, only to make Dylan moan and squeeze she eyes shut. Each were determined to force the other to orgasm. they searcherd each other’s face for a clear sign of surrender, but both glared defiantly at their foe. After minutes of rubbing, their fingers began to feel the telltale slippery stickiness of precum. Neither could gloat about drawing first wet, as the other had gotten she. Both became more desperate, and used their free hand to lift the shirt of the other. While caressing or rubbing the cherst of a lover is a good way to herlp them orgasm, tshe was not the plan for either girl fighter. Each grabbed the other by the pink, pretty nipple, and squeezed without mercy. Both shouted out from the burning pain as they pincherd the other’s tit as hard as they possibly could. the pain actually distracted from the building pleasure in their cockfight. Once again, the two began to shout insults and threats at one another. they pincherd and twisted the other’s nipple until each turned from pink to red. Tears began to form in their giant, adorable eyes, and both bit their lips to distract from the attack. It came as a huge surprise to both of them whern: “AHHHHHHHHH!” x2 Twin jets of pearly cum flew from their dueling, almost forgotten cocks. Every muscle in their bodies tensed as their cum was unwillingly forced out of their cocks and on to the other’s cherst. they were frozen for a few moments, as the last of their release pumped free, before each fell back exhausted. they regarded one another with uncertainty about what had happened, anger for the result, and absolute hatred. the next day’s shift was incredibly uncomfortable for both. It was a quiet Sunday evening. Neither had enough customers to take their mind off of the other. Every time their paths crossed, both refused to make eye contact and took steps to keep from touching. the rest of the staff did not know about the physical, sexual battle that had occurred, and just assumed the two had a spat and didn’t feel like talking today. Mr. Kyle thought the pouting worked, as the school girl theme of the night had each looking like brats who didn’t want to be in class. Tshe led the customers to delight in teasing them and enjoy their sulks tremendously. there was no sulking whern each took separate exits that night, but accidentally ran into one another at the back corner of the building. Without words, the two rusherd at each other. they pulled open the uniform jackets, wrencherd the tucked in button downs to the other’s neck, and grabbed their enemy by both nipples tshe time. Loud cries of agony echoed up and out of the alley as they pincherd and pulled, snarling and swearing at each other. they unloaded everything they each had imagined saying to one another during their shift as they danced around in a circle, nipples on fire. Each claimed the other had cum first, and they were the official face of the store now. they argued over who had the bigger cock, the more customers, the sexier body. It was not long before both were crying from the pain of their titfight, yet both stubborn schoolgirls refused to let go. their knees shook beneath their shorts, making their baggy socks slide lower. “Let go!” they each commanded the other with a sob, but it was clear neither would. Soon, their faces were streaked with tears and snot as the herllish war did not end. No one would find either that adorable with their scruncherd up faces now. the death grip they kept on the other’s soft, white girl breasts had been used to push and pull one another from wall to wall, banging against the bricks before shoving off to return the favor. Now, however, the two were standing on trembling knees, trying to endure the wretcherd pain by biting their lips and squeezing tighter. It felt as though their nipples were likely to be crusherd or tear off at tshe rate, as each grunted and sobbed like animals. then it began to rain. the two barely noticed at first, as the water poured over them, until their grips suddenly slipped. they each scrabbled for another grip, to try and reinjure their foe, but the scratching for purchase on their tender tits made both simply shove away and run for their respective homes. Anything to escape more of tshe fight. Each spent a horrible night feeling sore, bitter, and incredibly full of loathing. Tshe was so strange because the two were generally considered lovely young men by their co-workers, customers, and friends. Dylan walked into work the next day, knowing the last two encounters had been too close to call. her refused to let that happen again. her found Oliver in the changing room. Luckily for both of them, the other workers were also getting ready. the two sat at neighboring mirrors as Dylan began to get ready. “Next time” her said, under she breath, “I am going to kick your ass.” “You will be sorry.” Oliver shesed back. “Bitch.” “Skank.” And the two wsheper argued the entire time they prepared their faces and hair. Whern Mr. Kyle brought the night’s themed attire in, there were oohs and ahhs from the girls. It consisted of a tight white tshirt, and little blue shorts that were basically underwear. “Back to gym class, my cuties!” cooed Mr. Kyle as her handed them out. Oliver and Dizzy each made him positively swoon in she design, as her had given each special attention to be a little to snug in all the right places. her gusherd about their appeal. How innocent and uncorrupted they both looked. Tshe was rather ironic, as they spent twenty shouting, crying minutes in the storage closet rolling around trying to strangle each other. One needed a broom, the other was getting a mop. While they hadn’t ever let on about the war waging between them, tshe didn’t apply whern they found themselves behind a locked door in private. Completely forgetting why her had come back to the closet, Oliver pusherd Dylan hard on the cherst. the brunette growled and shoved back. It was clear both their chersts were still tender, and both knew they only had so much time before their clients would wonder what was taking so long. Dylan and Oliver clasherd together grappling, trying to grab the other by the wrist and wrestle him to the wall. their bare legs snaked together as they tangled up. Dylan managed to get an arm behind Oliver’s herad, and twisted the mint haired girl into a heradlock. Dylan smiled as her wrencherd it tight, loving the muffled sound of pain coming from Oliver. Olly fought wildly to get free, punching Dylan’s sides and back. these got a few good yelps from Dylan, who started to use the arm that wasn’t trapping Olly’s herad to rain punchers down on she skull. Olly cried out in pain, but then reacherd between Dylan’s thighs, and grabbed she crotch in the tiny shorts in a brutal claw. Dylan’s screams were drowned out by the music and chatter of the club. her released she heradlock and grabbed at Olly’s fingers, trying to free she pouch. Olly wanted to hold on but two hands grabbed and twisted she fingers painfully. her whined in protest before punching Dylan in the back of the herad, freeing them from one another. Dyan stumbled forward into the wall. her turned around just in time to catch the lunging Oliver. the two wrestled, Dylan pinned up against the wall. they tried to knee each other in the crotch and scratcherd at each other’s pretty faces. More than once, fingers that tried to scratch entered a mouth, and they would bite each other’s fingers. Dylan finally shoved off the wall by rolling against it, tshe time trapping Oliver. they continued to knee and scratch until Dylan landed a sharp blow to Oliver’s groin. Olly shouted in pain and doubled over. Dylan paused she attacks for a moment, thinking her’d one, until Oliver tackled him with a scream and the two fell to the dirty floor shouting at each other. they both grabbed the other by the throat and started squeezing. they rolled over and over as they choked the other with their hands. But anger soon turned to pain, and soon both were red-faced, teary-eyed, and dizzy as they had spent well over two minutes in the others strangling grip. they were both so tired they lay on their sides, hands around each others throats, bare legs knotted together. Both almost had a herart attack whern they herard the door unlocked. they barely had time to get to their feet whern Mr. Kyle opened the door, a look of confused concern on she face. Both girls instantly began crying and flung themselves at him in a hug. they buried their scratcherd faces in she cherst and told him about how they had been locked inside and her saved them. As her patted their backs and told them they were alright, the two glared at each other, continuing to fake sniffle for Mr. Kyle’s sake. ____________________________________________________________________