The Java Barn is a popular coffee shop. 6:30am Monday morning is their busiest time of the week. Commuters need that cup of Joe to start the week off right. In this part of town, the customers are far too pretentious for a fast food drive thru cup or God forbid coffee from the gas station. The Java Barn is the coffee shop to celebrities and filmmakers.
The long line queuing itself between the tables is full of secretaries and assistants talking on their phones, texting, and checking emails. Many of them have long lists with the office coffee order in hand. If they drop the ball on this and bring anyone the wrong coffee, a grande instead of a venti, mistakenly using skim milk or the dreaded whip cream it will be a bad day at the office.
These poor assistants have a tough job.
“That is quite the list you have there.” A customer dressed in a dark over coat, collar flipped up concealing her long blond hair and her identity.
“Huh, excuse me?” she looks at her laundry list of coffee orders. “Yes, this is my least favorite part of my job.” She turns to face the inquisitive customer. “Hey, aren’t you…”
She puts a finger to her lips, “Shh…Yes, please don’t tell anyone I get my own coffee.” They laugh.
Suddenly the famous coffee goer smiles with excitement and then her eyes roll back in her head, her knees buckle and her phone drops from her hand. When the beauty hits the floor, her body convulses wildly, her phone lands beside and vibrates.
“Oh my God, she is having a seizure, someone call 911.” Every customer in the store calls.
The blond bombshell shakes even more wildly.
“Tell me what brings you in today?” Dr. Allen sits in his rolling chair and readies himself to take notes.
His patient sits across from him on the examination table. She notices her gown has gapped and is revealing her breasts. She sits up so her perky mounds no longer peek from beneath the gown.
“I’ll tell you doc; this is somewhat embarrassing, I’m sure you are aware of my line of work.” The doctor gives the stunningly beautiful blonde a sly smile, “I need to know that before we agree to any procedures or before I even tell you what I need. We need to have an understanding that this will be in strict confidence. This would ruin my career.”
“I provide services for Hollywood types daily; I have an Oscar winning actress in the room next door.” He sits forward and looks the curvaceous hottie directly in her blue eyes. “I can assure you my discretion is just as good as my work.”
She smiles, “Good.”
“So tell me about what’s going on.”
“Let’s put it this way doc…You know how an alcoholic has a high tolerance to booze, and as time goes on, they have to drink more and more to get drunk?” The doctor nods. “I have been at this for several years now; in the beginning I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t get enough that is why I went into the business. I was a junkie of sorts.”
The doctor looks up from taking his notes, “Well, I am not that type of doctor, I don’t deal with addiction or psyche issues.”
“No, that isn’t the issue.” Her head lowers and her voice dips in volume. “You know when a junkie has shot up so many times their veins harden and then they start shooting up between their toes and such?”
“Yes, but this still sounds like a psyche issue and not something that I typically handle.”
“Look doc, you know what I do for a living. I am very in tune with my body. This is not in my head.”
“Ok, please explain.”
“I’m a porn star. I fuck for a living. I have been laid more times in a month than some people have in their entire life. The men I work with are some of the best looking and of course well-endowed men on the planet, girth and length, I have had it all. I love sex.” She pauses. “I get turned on, I get wet, and in fact I am getting moist just telling you this.”
The doctor stops taking notes and looks up. “Go on.”
“I think that I have a serious problem. Recently, I have really had to work on my acting skills, at times when things just don’t happen naturally. I thought this would pass, but then last week I was working with this actor. He is hot, great body, chiseled chest and washboard abs…he has giant cock, 12 inches and as fat as coke can. I was so wet just thinking about him, I had to towel off before we started filming.”
“Well this all seems very normal. What is the problem?”
“I can’t cum doc, we fucked for hours, it felt good, and I just couldn’t finish, not even close.”
“You would be surprised, this is actually very common in your line of work. It is a fairly simple procedure, please excuse if I am being vulgar.”
“Really doc? I don’t think that you can offend me.” They both laugh.
“Let’s just say that I can tighten up the hinges of the barn door.”
“I’m sorry, that isn’t the issue. You would think after all the sex I have had and how huge some of the cocks, I would be loose, the ol’ hot dog in the hallway problem. I am still pretty tight. I just can’t cum, even when I masturbate, even using toys I can’t. I have lost the ability.”
“I see.” The doctor finishes writing. “You’re in luck, I can fix that also.”
“Please tell doc.”
“Unfortunately, it is a somewhat invasive procedure. I have a small device, about an inch long and half the width of a pencil. I implant it alongside your spine and it will stimulate the nerves that produce orgasms. It will leave a very small scar that will eventually fade.” He jots a few more notes. “Now here is the best part, the device is Wi-Fi enabled and has remote control through an app that you can use on your smart phone.”
She sits up, no longer caring if her breasts are nearly exposed. “Sign me up doc, how fast can we do this?”
“I have to check with scheduling, but I can probably get you in next week.” He sneaks a peak at her all natural and exposed D-cups boobs. “I need to tell you that there are some side effects.”
“Just give me the brochure, I’ll read it later.”
“Ok, although I do need to tell about one potential issue.” He stands.
“If you must, I just want to start having orgasms again.” She smiles.
“This is an electronic device that transmits using Wi-Fi, it is possible that if you use the app in public locations with lots of people using their phones, it could overload the implant and cause…well, it could cause an orgasmic induced seizure and possibly cause a coma.”
“Wow! Now that is what I call a Wi-Fi hot spot. I’m not worried, I fuck for a living. Let’s make that appointment.”
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