A soft rush of air blew against Tom as the world began to move again. The cafe went quiet as a tension filled the air. In the silence, Tom's inner monologue posed a series of philosophical questions.
Wow, there's a lot of women in here, isn't there?
Wait, is it all women in here except for me?
What's that panting noise?
Why is Maria looking at me like that?
Tom looked over at the cashier. She was trying to steady herself on the counter as her chest heaved. Her face was beet-red, and her mouth hung open as a look of desperate hunger filled her eyes.
"I--what's happening to m--m--ooooooh Goooood!"
The cafe filled with screams and moans as the cashier fell forward onto the counter, then slumped onto the floor below. Tom looked to Maria, only to find that she had dropped to her knees, a hand jammed down her yoga pants. It was only then that Tom realized what "a thousand times stronger" really entailed. He stared, dumbfounded, as his former friend-with-benefits heaved over to one side, the curves of her body in profile bouncing as she furiously masturbated.
"Maria, I--"
Maria moaned and snatched at Tom's ankle, missing by centimeters as he jumped back. He looked around the cafe as he backed towards the counter. The other patrons were in a similar state. In the corner two study-buddies were rubbing textbooks into their crotches as they flailed and moaned in their chairs. A woman who looked like she was in track had her legs wrapped around the waist of a professor who futilely tried to press a hand through the denim of her jeans. Behind them, a sorority girl had fallen out of her seat and was desperately humping a table leg.
Tom collided with the counter and looked over. The cashier had managed to grab a jug of milk and work it between her thighs. Her incessant grinding had burst the container, covering the floor in a white puddle that she failed to notice.
The sound of pleasure and scent of arousal was beginning to attract attention from outside. A handful of people in the distance were walking towards the cafe's entrance.
Tom looked around, desperate for some kind of inspiration. How would he fix this?
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