Miss Mesmerizing

Sybil is dang good at killing time. She swings her feet up on the counter like they're the main attraction and wiggles her painted toes at Kristof behind the till. His eyes track every wiggle, then his mouth does the same. He pulls off her sandal and gets right to business - tongue working between each toe like he's getting graded on it. Sybil's laugh turns into a breathy moan when he hits the right spot. Pretty soon the counter sees more action than the bikes. She hops up, he yanks her shorts aside, and they're going at it like two people who just remembered they have the shop to themselves. His grip is tight on her ankles as he drives into her, her legs up and open, the bell above the door staying blessedly silent. When he finishes he doesn't miss a beat - pulls out and paints those same pretty feet white, one sticky rope after another.