Mo'rtajha is on the prowl, but it's very easy to spot her prey. Max is behind the counter of his delightful little cafe, as usual. Busy helping customers and whipping up fine confectioneries. All very good pleasures in of themselves, but what she's seeing isn't in the display today...
Stepping around the line Mo'rtajha waits at the side of the counter where the servers go to and fro, pretending to contemplate the menu. She's dressed as usual, with a short, frame hugging wrap dress and dainty shoes to go along with it. The only difference is that's all she has on. Nothing to keep her nethers from view should Mort decide to bend over.
Which is the plan, of course.
"Oh Max~" She finally calls out. She turns easily, bumping the little swinging divider in with her ass, allowing him to get a view. "I was wondering if you had anything a bit more...filling?"
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[Action - backdated a week] at the cafe!
Date: 2021-12-20 12:26 am (UTC)Stepping around the line Mo'rtajha waits at the side of the counter where the servers go to and fro, pretending to contemplate the menu. She's dressed as usual, with a short, frame hugging wrap dress and dainty shoes to go along with it. The only difference is that's all she has on. Nothing to keep her nethers from view should Mort decide to bend over.
Which is the plan, of course.
"Oh Max~" She finally calls out. She turns easily, bumping the little swinging divider in with her ass, allowing him to get a view. "I was wondering if you had anything a bit more...filling?"