Coffee with Cath

It was my idea. Sort of. More accurately, my idea triggered a series of things that led to it. But the team still blamed me for what happened. But I am getting ahead of myself.

I work at a coffee shop called Coffee with Cath. Named after the bubbly, curvy, red-headed owner. It had a small team of staff: Angie, Becky, Karen, Tori, and me, Jack, the only man. It was a good-natured group; there was always a lot of laughter and banter between us and with the customers.

Business was pretty good, especially during the week. Except for Mondays, they were always quiet. How to boost trade was a frequent topic of conversation while we waited for the next customer.

"How about a theme?" said Karen.

"Yes, but what?" countered Cath.

"How about 'Muffin Monday'? One free with every cup," I offered.

"We do promotions like that already, and they don't seem to make much difference."

"What if it were a different theme every week?" I suggested. "There's always something being celebrated somewhere. You know, like May 4th is known as 'Star Wars Day'. I'm pretty sure there's a National Cookie Day too; stuff like that."

"Hmm," mused Cath.

I got out my phone and did a quick search. Sure enough, I found a website that listed all the events supposedly celebrated on any given date.

"Wow! There are loads of them every day. There's bound to be something that we can use.

"Next Monday is 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'. That should be easy."

We agreed to give it a try for a month to see whether it made a difference.

~

So, that's what we did. Cath drew a skull and crossbones on the specials board. Karen wore a pirate hat and a plastic toy cutlass borrowed from her younger sister. And we all spoke in silly voices.

Some of our customers thought we had gone mad. Others joined in with orders like "Aargh, a latte, me hearty". Generally, it was very good-natured and provoked much laughter. A reporter from the local newspaper popped in for her normal coffee and left with a story as well.

A frequent question was what the theme would be for the following Monday. Fortunately, Cath had already decided that we would be celebrating National Cinnamon Raisin Bread Day. It's more of an American thing, but our customers were attracted by the thought of a sweet treat with their morning coffee.

The first month was a great success. Takings were up every day, not just on Mondays, thanks to the publicity and word of mouth. So, we carried on.

As a coffee shop, food or drink-related themes were obvious choices, but we also picked others, like National Umbrella Day, where we decorated the shop. Working out how to mark each day became a fun part of working there, and not just for us. We had customers make suggestions about which to celebrate, and how to represent them.

This became such a thing that we decided to give customers a say. On the first Monday of each month, every purchase earned a token that the customer could drop into one of three jars, each representing a possible theme for the following week. That was the start of our downfall.

~

On Monday, 7th July, the jars were labelled for Bastille Day, Mac and Cheese Day, and Shark Awareness Day. The day started as usual, but as it went on, we noticed that the 'Shark' jar was getting far more tokens than the other two. Often, one theme was a clear leader, but those normally involved food or drink. Strangely, people were laughing and sniggering as they made their choice. Odder still, customers started to split their orders, buying drinks separately from snacks, with the extra tokens all going in the same jar.

Who knew that sharks were so popular in an old mill town 25 miles from the nearest sea?

We were in the middle of tidying up when Cath found the reason. Some joker had replaced the label for 'Shark Awareness' with 'National Nude Day'.

"Ohmigod," she shrieked.

The rest of us clustered around, expressing our own shock and horror.

"What are we going to do?" she mumbled.

Over the next few days, we talked through our options with the rest of the team. Of course, we could ignore the vote, but that felt disrespectful of our customers and against the spirit that we had established with our theme Mondays. Skin-coloured body suits looked to be the answer. Then, we found out who the culprit was.

I had suggested that Cath check the CCTV camera that monitored the till.

"Why didn't I think of that?" she groaned, heading for her office.

She was full of fire and brimstone when she came back.

"I'll kill him!" she fumed. Several customers turned to look at the commotion.

"Calm down," I urged. "Who was it?"

"Bloody Bob Savage, the cheeky bastard!

"Just wait until I get my hands on him."

Sergeant Savage was a regular customer. Most days, he walked from the nearby police station to pick up a coffee and a sandwich for his lunch. He was an old-fashioned beat copper who must be approaching retirement. The thing was, most of the staff thought he had a soft spot for Cath, and that his feelings were reciprocated. She denied it, but always made a fuss of him when he came in.

Not the next morning.

He came in singing the old Boomtown Rats song, 'I don't like Mondays'. Cath went for him, calling him all sorts of names while hitting his substantial chest.

"Now, now, you can't assault a police officer like that," he chuckled.

"Bob Savage," she said menacingly, "do you really want me and the staff to work here naked?"

A few heads turned at that.

"I wouldn't mind," he laughed. "But I might have to arrest you. The law is the law after all.

"Still, I could turn a blind eye to a local business that is trying to hold back the tide of chain coffee shops. I do have some flexibility. The law is not a complete ass."

"The law may not be a complete ass, but you are," she snorted. "And I expect your eyes will be open the whole time," she snorted.

The policeman paid for his coffee and sandwich and left, singing "I DO like Mondays" loudly.

For the next few hours, Cath stomped around the place, banging plates and cups together. She was obviously in a bad mood. Fortunately, she had calmed down when, after closing, we sat down to agree on what we going to do on Monday.

The same basic faced us: ignore the vote or comply in some way. We all favoured the body suit option. Then Cath dropped a bombshell.

"We could do it for real. Or I could, and the rest of you wear bodysuits if you want."

The silence was deafening.

Then we all started speaking together. Cath ended the chaos by shouting, "One at a time, please".

We went silent again, nobody wanting to speak first. Eventually, I broke the silence.

"Are you serious? Do you want to impress Bob that much?"

She denied it, blushing furiously.

"What if we get arrested?" protested Karen.

"I don't think we will, especially if we stay inside," Cath said. "If we do, I think Bob will take care of it. He practically gave us permission."

"I think you're right," I said, "but still, going naked all day. What will the customers think?"

"You saw how many voted for it," said Angie.

"True, and imagine the publicity!" Cath replied.

"I'm going to do it," she said defiantly. "The rest of you can be naked, or wear a body suit. Final decision tomorrow morning."

I thought about it all night. At first, I was appalled and excited in equal measure, but by morning, I had made my decision.

"I will do it," I told Cath, "can't let you be the only one."

She grinned and gave me a hug. That was a first in the two years that I had been working for her.

The rest opted for bodysuits, which Cath went to order from Amazon.

On Sunday night, I couldn't sleep for thinking about what would happen the next day. I wondered what my colleagues would look like in their body suits, or completely naked as Cath planned. Even though she was old enough to be my mother, I imagined her substantial breasts hanging free. Then there was Angie, the assistant manager, who was in her 40s. Tall and thin, with long dark hair. Her boobs would definitely be smaller than Cath's. Becky was our young mother, still carrying some of the extra weight she had put on.

Karen was in her twenties, a couple of years older than me. Her family was from Hong Kong, but she had been born and brought up locally, which you would probably guess from her accent. Finally, there was Victoria, known as Tori, a recent school leaver. It was all exciting.

My excitement only grew during my walk to work. Cath was there before me. She noticed my surprise that she was still dressed.

"Don't worry, I'm still going to go through with it, I just didn't want to scare the delivery guy."

"Fair enough," I acknowledged.

"Are you still up for it?" she asked.

I nodded. Literally and figuratively 'up for it', I thought. No need to share that level of detail.

Together, Cath and I prepared the shop for the day. The rest of the staff should arrive shortly, and then it would be time to open. We looked at each other. It was now or never.

"I will if you will," I said.

Cath nodded, "You're right. Can't put it off any longer."

It was weird. My boss, almost thirty years older than I, were about to get naked in front of each other and goodness knows how many customers.

I turned away from her as I stripped off my clothes. Of course, I had done this many times before, but mostly in private. Doing so in the back room of my workplace was a very strange feeling, or rather a strange mixture of feelings: exciting, terrifying, absurd.

The rustle of clothes behind me finished.

"Are you ready?" asked Cath hesitantly.

"As much as I will ever be."

"Let's get it over with... 3, 2, 1!" she counted down.

I spun around as fast as I could before I lost my nerve.

Cath's body wasn't a huge surprise, as they had been working together for nearly two years. But the reality of seeing her naked was something. The way that her substantial boobs sagged, the neatly trimmed bush, and the smile that spoke of an intensely sexual woman.

I could see that she was checking me out, too.

"Like what you see?" she asked, reaching out to hold my hands.

"Oh, yes. You?"

"Absolutely, and Jack, thanks for doing this with me."

Our moment was interrupted by the rest of the team entering the staff room. Cath and I bowed as they gave us a little clap. We were expecting a lot of business that day, so everybody was there, even Angie and Becky, who normally did not work on Mondays.

"Your body suits are over there," Cath indicated, "see you out front in a minute."

There was a surprise when they joined us; Angie and Becky were in bodysuits, but Tori was naked.

She smiled, "You both inspired me to do this."

Cath grinned, "OK, team, let's get this place open."

She unlocked the front door and looked at me. It was a big moment. We were about to prepare the outside tables and, of course, that meant stepping into the street completely naked.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. Out we went.

It was early, so there weren't many people around. A van driver honked his horn as he drove past. The cold air trickled around my cock and balls; everything shrivelled in an instant.

I removed the cable that stopped the local yobs stealing the chairs during the night. Cath wiped down the tabletops, set out menus and ashtrays. We completed the work in double-quick time before scuttling back inside, giggling like schoolkids after a prank.

I could not believe what I had just done. It was a good feeling.

Our first customer came in a few minutes later. Chris, a regular, picked up his usual Americano on the way to his office.

"Ladies, Jack, I take my hat off to you for going through with this."

He dropped a coin in the tip jar.

At first, business was much as usual for a weekday morning. A string of regulars getting their morning dose on the way to work. The casual crowd normally arrived later, when the shops were open. But today they started to drift in earlier; Cath had been right to bring in the whole team. It was going to be a busy day.

Before long, there was a queue out of the door, and people were gawping through the window. Delivering orders to tables outside involved running a gauntlet of wandering hands. With a tray in your hands, the only way to respond was verbally.

Cath took to standing by the door, shooing people back as we went in and out. I wasn't entirely happy about that. Getting felt up by middle-aged women was surprisingly exciting.

I was serving at the counter when Laura, a retired woman who came in most days, ordered her regular coffee.

"I can't believe that you are doing this, what fun!" She looked around the crowded room.

"Aren't any of your customers joining in?"

"Not so far," I answered.

"Do you mind if I do? My husband and I used to go to a sun club.

"I do miss him," she said wistfully.

Laura took her coffee to the only free table, which happened to be right by the window, and slowly, deliberately removed her clothes. Customers turned to stare at her, but she paid no attention until she had finished, when she gave a little bow and sat down.

There was a round of applause, and somebody cheered.

Not long after, Bob Savage arrived with a young constable in tow. He did a double take when he saw Laura.

Collecting himself, he told Cath, "Alec is here for crowd control."

"Nice baps, by the way," he said, staring pointedly at her chest.

"Our baps are always nice," she replied frostily, "you should know as you order one filled with ham and cheese every day."

By now, some others had followed Laura's lead. Another regular was sitting in only her panties, boobs free, near the back of the room and a young couple who I had not seen before were sat, completely naked, at one of the outside tables.

"They are a good advert, we should give them free drinks all day," I suggested to Cath.

"Good idea. I'll go and ask them."

It was time for my break.

Angie was sitting in the staff room.

"How's it going?" she asked.

"Weirdly good. I'm actually enjoying it if I'm honest."

"Yeah, you, Cath and Tori are all glowing. Perhaps I should join you."

"Your choice, of course, but I recommend it."

She looked at me. "Fuck it!"

Turning her back, she asked me to undo the zip of her body suit. I watched as she wriggled out of it, her back still to me.

"Are you looking?"

"Yes, but get used to it, everybody is looking today," I replied.

"That's true, even in the bodysuit, I have been getting more attention than usual."

She spun around, her hands on her hips.

"Well, like what you see?"

I nodded, "very presentable. And what about me?"

She made a play of looking up and down. "Not bad," she grinned.

Stepping closer she wrapped her arms around me; boobs pressed tightly to my chest. My cock was touching her belly.

"Enjoy your break, I'd better get back to work."

I was just finishing up when Becky came in.

"What did you say to Angie to get her to strip off?" she asked.

"She asked me whether she should; I recommended it, but it was her choice."

"Do you think I should?"

"I think you should choose. All I can say is that I am enjoying it."

"OK, I'll think about it.

"You had better get back out there, it's complete chaos."

Becky was right, the shop was in pandemonium. Every seat was taken, and customers were still queuing out of the door. All the staff were looking frazzled. The chaos was compounded because Cath was talking to a woman with a clipboard.

"Is that a problem?" I asked Angie.

"Don't think so, she's from TV. I think we're going to be on the news."

Cath beckoned me over.

"This is Sandra, she's a producer for the local TV news. They would like to interview us."

"OK, but why me? You're the boss."

"Aren't you the one who came up with the idea of using national days as a theme?" added Sandra, "that's why we want to include you."

"OK, I'll do it if you will."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you'll strip too, it is National Nude Day after all."

"I think that's a great idea," said Cath.

The look on Sandra's face was priceless as she scuttled away to talk to her colleague. Cath and I watched the woman I recognised as a reporter throw her arms up in the air. The conversation went back and forth for a couple of minutes, then she came back.

"OK, we'll do it. Is there somewhere we can undress?"

Cath nodded, leading them through to the staff room.

The shop was too crowded and noisy, so we went outside.

There was a cheer and applause from the customers sitting at the outdoor tables. Sandra asked them to be quiet while the interview took place.

Facing the camera, Kelly, the reporter, kicked things off.

"I'm here today because a local coffee shop has come up with an innovative way to boost business."

Turning to face us, she continued, "Cath, you're the owner of Coffee with Cath. We can see that you are naked. What's happening here?"

"The idea was to boost business on Mondays by using national days as the inspiration for a theme. Today happens to be Nude Day, and so..." she gestured with her arms.

"Who came up with the idea?" asked Kelly.

"Jack here came up with the idea of using national days last year. One of our regular customers, er, suggested that we use National Nude Day as our theme this week."

"Jack, what inspired you to suggest national days as a theme?"

"One of our colleagues suggested a theme, but we felt that it could be repetitive. That triggered a memory in my head about something being celebrated every day. I did some research and so..." I trailed off.

"How does it feel working in the nude?" Kelly asked, "Cath first."

"We've been so busy that I have not had a chance to think about it, but I have enjoyed the day so far."

"Jack, what about you?"

"Like Cath said, it's been quite a day, but all good. It's been especially nice to see others join in."

Kelly blushed as I looked at her meaningfully.

"Cath, will this be a regular event?"

"I think the next time July 14th is on a Monday is 2031, perhaps you will join us then."

That brought a laugh from Kelly.

"I would like that, if I'm free." She sounded genuine.

"OK," said Kelly, now we'll talk to some of your customers."

Cath and I were obviously dismissed. We went back to serving customers.

Normally, business slowed in mid-afternoon. Today was different, new customers kept arriving.

"It's like they want to gawp at naked women," suggested Angie, to a round of laughter from those around her.

"That's the men," said Cath, "it's Jack that's attracting the women."

I blushed, but I knew that she was right. I had been felt up so many times that day by regulars and others.

Finally, it was over; it was closing time. As the last customers left, we started to clear up. Once it was all done, Cath called us together.

"I am so proud of you all, thank you.

"Normally, I would take you to the pub, but I don't think we're dressed for it."

We all laughed.

"So, we're going to have a little party here."

In the staff room, Cath took some champagne from the fridge.

"Cheers. Thank you all."

She was about to say something more, but Karen interrupted.

"I think I'm overdressed. Could somebody help me?"

Soon we were all naked.

"This has been an amazing day, which has made me feel fantastic. How about you?" asked Cath.

"Amazing," said Angie. "It has been a long time since I felt anybody see me as a sexual object. I have had so much fun today."

"Me too," said Becky.

"Yeah," added Tori," it was incredible. When can we do it again?"

"Six years," I said.

"I think we can do it sooner," said Cath. "It's up to us. We could do it every month if we want."

"Count me in," said Karen.

We cheered.

"It has been quite a day, but how did we get here?" mused Becky.

"It was Jack's fault; he suggested these theme days," said Angie.

"Hang on, it was Bob who switched the label, not me."

"But he's not here," said Cath, "so we will have to blame you."

"What's his punishment?" asked Tori.

"What!" I squeaked, "why should I be punished?"

"For all the groping we've endured," said Angie, threateningly.

"How about spanking him?" Becky said.

"We could take it turns," said Karen.

It seemed that a decision had been made, and they were taking too much pleasure in the idea. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. What happened next might be fun, and it could be humiliating.

"Stand up and bend over that chair," Cath instructed.

If I didn't cooperate, I would never hear the last of it. So, I did as I was told, my arse pointing into the room. As my colleagues gathered around, I felt several hands touching me, squeezing and stroking.

"So smooth," said Cathy.

"Taut too," added Angie. "Let's get on with his punishment."

A sharp blow landed on one cheek, and then on the other. I yelped, bracing myself for the next one. Instead, the stroking began again.

"There, there!" cooed Becky, "does it hurt?"

Smack! Another blow.

Smack! Smack! Smack! All five were having a go this time.

More cooing. More stroking.

This time it went further, sliding between my legs, seeking my balls.

"Spread your legs!" Angie told me.

Angie - at least I assumed it was her - could properly reach me now. She grasped my erection.

"Ooh, somebody is enjoying this, ladies."

More hands snaked under me.

"He is, isn't he?" said Cath. "Let's have a proper look.

"Turn round, Jack."

I did.

"Nice," whispered Becky. The others oohed and aahed.

Becky dropped to her knees for a close-up view. I could see the expression on her face.

She looked up, "May I?"

I nodded.

Gripping the base of my cock she swallowed the head. Her tongue swirled around me as she slowly took in more.

I looked around, the others were watching closely. Reaching out, I pulled Cath closer. She leaned in, her breasts in my face. Instinctively, I began to kiss and lick, swallowing one nipple and then the other. With my face buried in her chest I had no idea who took over sucking my cock, only that it had happened.

Unsurprisingly, after the day of exposure, the groping and the comments, plus the situation now unfolding, I was ready to come. I did my best to give a warning. The mystery cocksucker either didn't hear or didn't care, swallowing the load I jetted down her throat.

Understanding what had happened, Cath pulled away. I was amazed to see that it was Karen who had taken over from Becky. Sweet, shy Karen, the girl from a conservative family, that had her lips wrapped around my dick; that had swallowed my cum.

Slowly she pulled back, maintaining eye contact all the time, until my cock was free. And softening.

"Shit," exclaimed Angie, "I was hoping for some of that!"

"Sorry, I tried to hold on, but I've been a bit overstimulated today."

Tori laughed, "I think we all have. Do you think you can go again?"

I nodded, "Yes, but I might need some help."

"Lie on the floor," suggested Becky.

Now, she and Tori knelt over me, working on my cock. Angie positioned herself over my head, lowering herself onto my face, her neat, shaved pussy above my mouth. I knew what she wanted.

Meanwhile, one of my hands was guided to a wet pussy. Angie's thighs blocked my view, so I didn't know whose it was. Cath, I thought, or perhaps Becky. I didn't care. The whole experience was having the desired effect on my cock.

There was some shuffling around. I felt somebody settle themselves on me. I had no idea who. That was extra exciting. In a way, I was being taken advantage of; I didn't care.

Whoever was riding me was doing so enthusiastically, striking up a fast pace, rising and falling. There was no chance of my coming yet, but judging by the way her movements became erratic, she did. Whoever it was, somebody else replaced her.

Above me, Angie shuddered and jerked, pushing herself onto me. For a moment, I could not breathe. It was Tori's turn now. Shaved and neat like Angie, equally wet too.

Apart from Tori's boobs, I could see nothing. I could not hear much either. It was a weird combination of sensory overload and sensory deprivation. My brain was frazzled.

Somebody else started to ride me. I hardly noticed. Had her predecessor come? I really didn't know. Now my balls were being licked and suckled. To my surprise, I came again.

That was it for me. I was spent. Done. Almost comatose.

"I think we broke him," somebody said.

Somebody applied a water-soaked towel to my face.

My eyes flickered open. My colleagues were crouched around me, looking as dazed as I felt.

"Wow," I chuckled.

"Yeah, wow!" said Cath.

Everybody laughed.

Gradually, we collected ourselves.

"Did we really just do that?" said Karen.

"Yup, we did," acknowledged Angie. "It was fun, we should do it again. But not six years."

"Yeah," everyone chuckled.

"Happy to, but please, can we hire another man?" I requested.

So began our annual celebration of National Nude Day. The takings said we should, our emotions did too.