Karen opened the back door after hearing a few knocks from the back room. Zelda and Connie walked in, both bundled in winter coats, Zelda's face hidden behind her favorite scarf. Even though she grew up here, she never got used to even the gentlest Pacific Northwestern winters. Meanwhile, Connie wasn't even wearing a hat. Maybe she didn't want to mess up that hairdo, but maybe it was her Caribbean half keeping her warm.

"Hello." Karen greeted them. "Merry Christmas."

"Is it OK that we say that, since it's actually the twenty-fifth?" Zelda said as she pulled her scarf from her mouth.

"The office said that we can use any form of holiday greeting or valediction that we like, or none. Whatever we prefer." Karen specified. "And if someone doesn't like what we say, then they can get coffee somewhere else."

"Well, how many coffee shops are open today?" Connie asked as she walked towards the dressing room.

"Specialty coffee shops like this one... most of the ones we drove past are closed." Zelda followed her. "But all the Tim Horton's looked open. They'll be crowded."

Connie found her locker. "What are we expecting to do today? I haven't worked a Christmas yet."

"Me, neither, actually." Zelda hung her scarf on a coat hook, looping it a few times so it wouldn't touch the floor.

"First off... it'll just be the three of us." Karen said.

"Not even Patti or Mel?" Connie asked, dropping her thick leggings, a soft chill tickling up her bare legs. Her exposed penis hung between them, unfazed by the cold.

"Patti's out of town. Melanie... I don't know what she's up to." Karen answered, dropping her sweatpants and revealing her featureless white briefs. She was of the opinion that underwear was there to do a job, not look fancy. In that same vein, Karen herself was not as obviously attractive as her subordinates. Her bust was smaller and her waist wider, her hair less stylish, her face a little blander.

Karen bunched the sweatpants up into a ball and threw them into her locker. "The three of us should be be able to handle it."

"But how? We have more than three flavors. We're not hot-swapping, are we?" Zelda removed her own pants, her tiny pink panties underneath, her package straining within the tiny silk confines. As a five-foot Japanese-American woman, she was used to being underestimated. How useful it was to have something so oversized attached to her so she wouldn't feel small.

"No, we won't use the implants at all today." Karen answered, dropping her briefs. "I'll show you what we're using today." Karen walked out from the locker room without having put her shoes back on. She probably wasn't supposed to walk around the main floor barefoot, but she didn't care. Nobody was here to tell her what to do.

Karen opened a high cabinet over her head, Connie leaning back to avoid being struck as it swung out towards her. The plight of the tall girl never ended, she thought. Even in her Reeboks, she was just shy of six feet tall. She wondered if she whacked her head on one more door frame, she'd finally get that Wile E. Coyote lump on her head, parting her short straight hair like the icy cap of a mountain piercing the crowds.

Karen pulled a rectangular plastic box down from the high cabinet. She pulled up the lid and revealed a series of twenty small polished spheres of a light orange color resting in custom-fitted plastic trays within the box. Each sphere was about one half-inch in diameter.

"These are one-use flavor pellets that the home office use for product demonstrations." Karen explained. "At the end of the year, they send them out to be used up on Christmas, because it's a time when you might not have even four baristas on the floor."

Karen pulled one of the spheres from the plastic tray with two fingers. She placed it against her rear and it slid effortlessly inside.

With a loud slap, Karen's hand hit the counter. Zelda and Connie ran to support her, but she moved away before they reached her. In those few seconds, Karen's cock had grown stiff, her face lightly flushed.

"These are a little more intense than the implants..." Karen said, slightly choked.

"MORE intense?" Connie sneered. "I don't like the sound of that."

"Cup. Cup." Karen repeated. "I need a cup." She dashed to grab a plastic coffee cup, almost crushing it in her fist as she took hold of it. Her cock was not so fragile, resolutely turgid under her steely grip. Karen worked it for only a few seconds before she spasmed and sprayed her seed into the cup. Karen caught her breath and wiped her brow with her bare arm.

"That was really fast." Zelda said. "Like... too fast to be fun."

"As the day goes on, you'll get used to the ups and downs. The first is always like that." Karen said, rolling the cup in her hand and watching the fluid inside move. "It's also a little bit thinner than normal, because it's formulated to leave no carryover at all."

Zelda looked at Karen's cock as it softened slower than it had grown hard. "So... we won't have boners all day?" She asked.

"Not literally all day, like with the standard all-day implant." Karen said. "Which itself is kind of nice as a change of pace. Anyway, we should get ready. Can you get some extra cups from the back and set these boxes of pellets out here on the counter?"

"Sure." Zelda walked into the back and brought the pellets out, dropping her panties off at the locker room as she did.

Walking through the threshold between the back room and the main floor without that sensation of something tingling in her bum, and with her cock hanging limp... it was alien. It reminded her of when she cut her hair shorter and was surprised how she didn't feel the weight of her ponytail as she made quick turns.

Zelda had essentially never felt that emotion most people call 'shame.' After all, her studious and hard-working immigrant parents had tried to use that very emotion to stop Zelda from getting this job where their lovely, determined and intelligent daughter would masturbate for strangers for a living and have her thingie out constantly. If they couldn't cause her to feel shame, she assumed that nothing ever would.

She brought two plastic sleeves of cups with her from the back room and set them down, catching Karen for a moment as she walked past. Karen was chubbier and less conventionally attractive than the others, but by no means ugly. Zelda's confidence and lack of shame came from knowing she was attractive AND hung. Growing up with Jewish parents... how was Karen as shameless as her? She was led to believe that was their specialty, an ever-present threat the way 'honor' was for her heritage. It could be because Karen was over a foot long where it counted and third-largest at this establishment, only behind Haylee, and the almost impossibly gifted and beautiful Vanna.

Zelda looked out the window to the nearly empty picture streets beyond the picture window. She didn't feel so much as a scintilla, not a soupçon of shame.

And yet... this might be the first time a customer would gaze upon her member... flaccid. Zelda thought she was in possession of a beautiful flaccid hang that matched the size of her balls nicely, but with the stereotypes still attributed to her... what might they think?

Look at Connie, after all. As a multiethnic person of color, she gets called 'black' the same way any Hispanic person living (or passing through) Florida would be called "Cuban," even if they were from Portugal. The opposite stereotype was true of her, and Zelda had heard of some male mates Connie had previously had that were disappointed in her size, even as she was twice as big as them.

Zelda and Connie were the exact same size, eleven inches exactly. On measurements of girth, Zelda occasionally came in at a quarter-inch larger. The fact that they were almost identical in the wide world of futa cock sizes... it was like they were destined to be friends. And Connie had a really nice hang, her dong hanging from between her toned thighs, wobbling gently as she took the chairs down from the cafe tables...

When Connie had brought down all the chairs, she saw Zelda behind the counter, her erection standing out from above it like a mushroom.

"You trying out one of the pellets?" Connie asked.

"No, not yet." Zelda looked away.

Connie scoffed. "Come on, Zelda. You've seen it a million times by now."

"Not flaccid." Zelda defended.

--

Seldom during the busy week could the Futa Brew entertain custom orders involving three baristas. Maybe during a particularly sleepy Thursday afternoon... if there was nobody waiting in line.

But today was Christmas, and there was no line, so the three present baristas felt generous.

The three of them were all standing on the other side of the counter. Zelda knelt in front of Connie, her lips around the head of Connie's cock. Karen stood behind Zelda and furiously rubbed Connie's cock with both hands. After all, Connie's hands were keeping her upright by gripping the counter behind her, and Zelda was too busy whacking herself off to do it for Connie, too.

Connie clutched the countertop as she ejaculated into Zelda's mouth, the come spilling from her lips and into a prepared cup that she held with her other hand. Zelda opened her mouth and let Karen continually wring Connie's cock and spray her sweet cream onto her flat tongue, letting it drip down into the cup. The customer leaned far over the counter to watch this spectacle.

Karen took the cup from Zelda and went to finish the coffee. Zelda reluctantly stood, swirling the remnants of come in her mouth.

"I hope someone wants another coffee soon, because I'm so close right now." She whined, nevertheless not releasing her cock. She saw Connie's dark brown eyes looking at her with intense desire, even after having just ejaculated, with the slightest look that she'd been denied something.

Of course, Zelda thought. She'd forgotten to share. What a scrooge she'd been.

Zelda stepped back towards Connie, moving in for a kiss, but Connie went for Zelda's cock, sucking the head and working the shaft with her right hand. Zelda gasped and cried out. She was never in a hurry for blowjobs to finish. But just like waiting for Christmas, she couldn't help herself. She nutted hard into Connie's mouth, most of it pouring down her throat like warm melted marshmallow in cocoa.

Connie wrang out Zelda's wang into her mouth until her cheeks were full. She stood up, her head several inches above Zelda's, as it always was. Through puckered lips, Zelda released a stream of white stuff into Zelda's mouth.

It almost never snowed in Seattle, so Zelda had never found the fun in catching snowflakes with her tongue. But sticking her tongue out to catch this white stuff... this was fun.

--

"I was wondering..." Said the customer, a shy man who never seemed to fully make eye contact with the baristas. "Could I, um..."

"Yes?" Karen asked patiently. There was nobody in line.

"Would it be OK if I, um... jerked you off?"

"Uhhhh..." Karen looked to the others. Unlike some of the others, she wasn't especially attracted to men. "I'm not really into that, but... Zelda?"

"What's up?" Zelda turned to her.

"Will you let this guy jerk you off?"

She looked at the customer, and gave a smile that made him flush. "Of course. It's Christmas, after all. What flavor would you like?"

"Um... caramel, I guess." He said.

Zelda pulled out two caramel pellets from the box. "Hey, Connie?"

"Huh?" Connie said before Zelda's hand reached around behind her and pressed one of the pellets up Connie's ass. She yelped like a startled dog.

"Come on, we're getting a handjob from this guy." Zelda inserted her own pellet and let herself grow hard. They brought two chairs over to the counter, and the customer knelt before them.

Poised between these two huge things, one pale and milky, the other tea-colored and swarthy... he felt the awe in his heart like he was standing between the two towers in the Lord of the Rings. Except here... he could reach out and touch them.

"So what's your name?" Zelda asked.

His hands moved out simultaneously and took purchase of both cocks at the same moment. They both shook at the contact.

"Chris." He answered.

Zelda giggled. "Your hands are really soft."

"Are they?" Connie looked down. She was sitting to the left of Zelda, and thus was being worked with Chris' left hand.

"Well... I'm right-handed, so..." The man said sheepishly.

"See, you'll never see that difference in hand softness in a futa." Zelda said. "It's not because we don't whack it. But despite what people say, we are women, and women MOISTURIZE."

"I also do it about fifty-fifty with my left, just to mix it up." Connie looked at her own hands momentarily.

"I can't! My left arm is so weak! So... what's your jerking lube of choice?" Zelda asked. "You got some in that messenger bag?"

Chris stuttered.

"Of course you do. The bag means you're traveling today, but you're grabbing a coffee, and that means you'll be at your parents' place, and if you're stopping here first, that means you're going to be horny tonight. So... go ahead and show me."

Chris released the cocks and pulled a tin of hand cream from his messenger bag. He unscrewed the lid and removed a generous dollop of waxy white cream with his fingers, gently rubbing it into his palms.

And then Chris grabbed their two cocks again like the two halves of the yoke of an airplane. His hands slid along their cocks like the ice that always seemed to grow outside the dip in the concrete near the back door.

"Wow, this stuff is good." Zelda huffed.

"Yeah, you aren't kidding." Connie reached across for Zelda's hand. They held each other tight as they very quickly reached orgasm. They held the cups in the appropriate position to catch the ejaculate, but Chris kept rubbing the cocks into the cups, feeling them pulse with every blast of come they slung into the cup.

Zelda took her cup and started making her latte, while Connie sat there, forgetting who and where she was. Zelda returned with the completed coffee and passed it to him.

And the cup slipped out of Zelda's fingers and towards the floor.

Connie reacted as fast as lightning, catching it with her opposite hand. No coffee was spilled, but the cup containing her seed sloshed a bit and a miniature wave of it breached the lip of the cup and dribbled down her fingers.

Zelda couldn't even cry out her favorite expletive before Karen announced, from behind the counter, "And that's why I don't use lotion unless I need it."

"Yeah, that would make sense if I was the one jacking myself off. But it was Chris." Zelda responded.

"That was quite a catch." Chris took the cup from Connie's tense grip.

"What's in that lube, anyway? That stuff was really good."

"There's nothing in it." Chris said. "It's just cocoa butter lotion."

"Really? I tell you what..." Zelda gestured gently with the cup. "I'll trade you these two coffees for that tin of lube."

"Sorry." Chris put the tin away. "I am DEFINITELY going to need this later."

"OK." Zelda took her phone out of her breast pocket and snapped a quick picture of the tin, so she would remember the brand name to look for. "We'll make up the other coffee for you." She lifted Connie's hand and licked a line of come off it, and Connie did the same until her hand was clean. Somehow, their tongues met in the middle and twisted about a bit.

The hand was clean, but now their chins were decorated with a few strands of come, the closest approximation they would see today of Santa's beard.

--

Some requests defy explanation. The phone would almost never ring, and when it did, Patti would answer it upstairs. With nobody upstairs, whoever was closest would answer it, possibly while masturbating, and tell the caller that yes, they were open today, and a homeless person had not, in fact, broken into the Futa Brew and decided to answer the phone to feel less lonely.

That's what Zelda wanted to say. She refrained. After all... good will towards men and such.

But some requests... she was not prepared for.

"Can I get a box?" Asked the customer.

Zelda blinked. "Like... a cardboard box? We might have one in the back I can give you."

"No, like a box of coffee."

Zelda looked behind herself, slightly uncertain. "We don't... do that here."

"Yes, we do." Karen called out from the register. "I'll handle this."

Karen's keys jingled as she unhooked the carabiner from the hole in the bottom of her shirt, the closest thing she had to a belt loop. She walked to the corner of the store, past the counter and the tables, and up to a small closet with a lock built into the doorknob.

Connie's whacking slowed down slightly as she watched Karen summon a large half-cylindical device. Karen brought it to rest on a chair that she slid up to the phone charging station at one of the closer booths. She slid out two brackets in front of the device that stood out from it at the same angle as a music stand.

Zelda recognized that device, but had no idea what the spooky brackets were for.

Returning to the closet, Karen retrieved a silicone attachment to the electronic device, her name written on the underside in faded permanent marker. She attached it in the proper place.

"Could you get me one of those to-go boxes?" Karen pointed to a place behind Zelda.

"We don't have-" She said before stopping herself as she saw a stack of flattened to-go containers. "Wow, we do have them."

Zelda passed the box to Karen, and Karen constructed the box in a few seconds, moving almost like a machine built to do nothing but make these boxes.

"We only sell these on Christmas." She removed the black cap from the box and set it aside.

"If we only sell these once a year, how are you so good at making those?" Connie asked.

"They have the same shape as the Tim's TakeTen boxes." Karen said. "But Tim Horton's boxes don't have all this stuff written on them that warns people that this box is filled with come."

"Well, the box DOES warn that the contents may be hot." Zelda noted, as she 'made' a Caramel for the next gentleman in line.

Karen set the box into the brackets in front of the sybian, and she attached her personal silicone massage connector to the base.

"We use this contraption to come harder to fill boxes. But we also need to use these." Karen found a similar box of pellets. These were white, and had a slightly matted finish. "These are high-density pellets that don't have a specialty flavor. They're for making boxes like this."

Karen sat on top of the sybian and pushed the high-density pellet into her ass and immediately clutched the bottom of her chair. Her face grew red, as did the tip of her cock, harder than any rock. Somehow, she got one hand off the chair and flipped the sybian on. It buzzed and shook Karen's hips fast, faster than any battery-powered vibrator could hope.

She resisted as long as she could, which was less than ten seconds of stimulation so strong, it was slightly horrid. Karen grabbed her cock with both hands and pushed the tip against the tiny pour spout in the box.

Karen pumped her jizz into the box for a solid minute, her groans barely audible over the buzz of the sybian. As she finally finished, she switched off the sybian and promptly slid off it and to the floor, like a clumsy city slicker falling off a horse.

"You OK?" Connie called from behind the counter.

Karen got to her feet. She was shiny with sweat, leaned heavily on the counter to keep her balance. She set the partially-filled box on the counter. "Please fill the rest of that with coffee. I'm going to take a five minute break."

She went into the back room.

Once they were alone, Zelda slid up behind Connie and pushed her towards the counter as Connie reached for the coffee. "Now that we're finally alone, we can mess around."
"We mess around all the time." Connie corrected, shuddering as Zelda rubbed her cock against Connie's ass crack.

"Ooh... that ass is so firm, even my hard cock can't compete." Zelda cooed, bringing her hips back and gently pressing the tip where the implant normally was. "I could finally do it today. Normally, the implant's in the way, but today, we could finally pound each other's asses like we dream about. You think the implant feels good? Well, this is way bigger and hotter..." Zelda whispered in Connie's ear, gently nibbling the lobe with her teeth.

The customer standing before them swallowed hard, tugging at his trousers. "I'll be right back." He went towards the bathrooms.

"You can't jack it in our bathroom." Connie said. "That's not allowed."

The man growled, looking down to the source of his frustration like it was the unwelcome relatives he would no doubt be dealing with today.

"Oh, what the hell? It's Christmas!" Zelda said. "Just do it in the futa bathroom."

The man's eyes lit up. Finally seeing what a futa restroom looked like... this was a Christmas present he would appreciate.

"Just watch out." Zelda continued. "The lock's broken, so don't lock it or you'll get trapped in there."

The man ran inside.

It was just a one-person bathroom with a toilet and sink. There was the conspicuous absence of the tampon dispenser, however.

Later, Karen returned from her break with the gentle scent of re-applied deodorant. "How was it while I was gone?"

"Someone complained that the futa bathroom was dirty." Zelda said. "Can you go in there and check it out?"

"Zelda!!" Connie shouted.

--

As the day went on, both Zelda and Connie had their turns on the sybian, making boxes of come-sweetened coffee for sleepy yuletide travelers. Connie barely lasted two seconds of the sybian's buzzing, having never owned or used a vibrator before. Why would she when she had available the simplest masturbation tool ever designed? The sensation reminded her of the one time she rode a motorcycle, which left her with a hardon that broke the snap off her jeans.

Zelda's ride was longer, though not by much. Like a ride on a motorcycle through downtown Seattle, it involved a lot of swearing. Zelda felt the vibrator rattle her balls like they were resting against a jet engine. She could learn to love having the come shaken from her so hard, she wasn't sure there would be any left for the next customer.

The unforeseen problem was... as one barista was temporarily making a box, the line grew. And as the customers in line watched the beautiful futa being buzzed to a screaming, toe-curling, tear-forming, beg-for-mercy orgasm... they decided that maybe they could stand to splurge on the larger box of coffee. After all, it was about the cost of eight lattes, which meant two of them were free.

This meant there was a continuous loop of one barista making a box, one barista making the regular drinks, and one barista resting in the back room from the strain of the box they'd just made. They hadn't even bothered to change out the vibration pad from the one designated to Karen. The water cooler in the back room saw lots and lots of use as the baristas replenished their fluids. Connie put the brick in front of the back door entrance to let some cool December air in to wick away her sweat. Karen struggled to walk as her legs had almost fallen asleep from the vibration.

When something approaching a long line had formed, there was Zelda, behind the counter by herself, repeatedly whacking herself off for the customer's coffees. With nobody on the sybian, nobody was asking for a box. But even Zelda could only make coffees so fast if she had to do every step. By the time she'd finished one order, another person was in line.

As stressful as Zelda found it to be the sole person responsible for the customer's stimulation, both chemical and emotional... this was like a Christmas miracle for her. This wasn't Sisyphus and his rock. She could do this forever, come over and over and over.

This was not hell. This was heaven. What a great job she had.

On the other hand... she wasn't the only one getting paid.

"Hey, one of you get out here!" Zelda called to the back, finishing up one more drink. "There's a line. If you don't get out here, I'm just going to start having sex with them."

Karen returned not long after.

And the crowd of people all moaned in disappointment.

"I'm used to that reaction when entering a room, folks." Karen smirked.

Zelda reached behind her to grab a pellet to make a Hazelnut, her personal favorite flavor. She slipped it where it belong...

And lurched forward with a more intense urge to come than she was expecting.

"Ssssssshit." She groaned. "That was one of the box pellets."

"What? How'd you grab the wrong one?"

"I don't know!" Zelda's voice rose in pitch slightly and her body language grew tighter, like her tendons were shortening. "But I did!"

Karen released her own dong and reached for a flat box. "Hang on, let me make you a box!" She folded it as quick as she could.

"Not fast enough!" Zelda cried, urgently running out from behind the counter and into the back room.

The customer chuckled. "And she was never heard from again..." He smiled.

There was a sudden sound, almost like an explosion, but probably better described as 'crap getting thrown around and falling over.'

"Jesus!" The customer cursed.

"You OK?" Karen called, setting aside her now unnecessary box.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Zelda called from the back breathlessly.

"You need the mop and bucket?"

"No, I've found the bucket. But I don't think we should mop with this."

Zelda returned a minute later, no worse for wear. "Wow. If that had happened to anyone else, I bet they would have been embarrassed. I almost ran to Connie, but I was afraid I might just blow her head off... Who's next?"

The customer looked at the menu, and then to the counter, where the unused box had come to rest. "You have boxes of coffee?"

Zelda and Karen looked at each other. Karen sighed. Here they went again, she thought.

--

Karen locked the doors to the shop at noon, and they were done with all the paperwork and cleaning by 1:00. The three of them dressed and stood just inside the back exit as they signed their punch cards.

"What did you think of your first Christmas at Futa Brew?" Karen asked.

"Not a bad seven hours of work." Connie said.

"Yeah, especially for double-time-and-a-half." Karen nodded.

"What?!" Connie shouted.

"Yeah, it's normally double time for holidays-real holidays like this, not like Labor Day-and a time-and-a-half differential for a shift where only three of us are working." Karen said.

"I had no idea. I thought I'd just be getting my regular wage."

"Shouldn't double-time of time-and-a-half be triple-time?" Zelda asked.

"I ain't questioning it. I don't want them to change their minds about it." Karen took in a deep breath. As much as she enjoyed her job, she did like being dressed normally and only masturbating when she felt like it.

"So... you have any plans for the rest of the day?" Karen asked.

"Not really." Connie said. "That's part of why I volunteered to work. I have nothing to do anyway."

"I'll be getting dinner with my parents tonight, like we do every year." Said Karen

"Chinese food?" Zelda asked.

"Actually, yeah. That's our tradition."

"My parents have their own Christmas food tradition." Zelda said. "In Japan, they eat Kentucky Fried Chicken on Christmas. It might be one of those traditions that's entirely corporate like Paul Bunyan, but whatever. It's fun, and they're not swamped in America because nobody else does it here. That's where I was heading to after this, if you want to come along."

"Sure, why not?" Karen said. "And you guys can come with me for Chinese, if you think you can stand to meet my parents."

Connie paused. On her first Christmas separated from her family, she went from having no plans at all to having the whole day mapped out neatly.

"Let's do it." She grinned.

They left out the back door.

It had started raining.

As nice as it would have been to walk out into the gentle falling snow... this was still Seattle.