Abigail and Moira
Copyright© 2012 by John D
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Abi pursues her acting dream but is taunted by her sister and takes revenge in the nastiest way possible, while her ex-boyfriend pleads for another chance and poor Alistair has a most embarrassing problem. (Please note the heavy Scottish language and accent throughout that may impact on readability for non-UK people)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Coercion Heterosexual Humiliation First Oral Sex Petting Prostitution
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?"
"Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake.
Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like she did and Abigail poured hot water into a teapot containing teabags, added a piece of the heavy cake to the tray along with a small pot of milk and an empty cup.
"Where's me sugar?" Moira asked loudly.
"Yer don't 'ave sugar," Abigail replied, just as loudly.
"Ah wan' sugar," Moira snapped and Abigail scowled and walked to the front of the café to get a small bowl of sugar and put it down with a bang on the table. Moira, holding a cup of tea, bashed it into Abigail's hand as she leant over, then cried out as the hot tea went over her, her cake and Abigail. "Yer clumsy fool! Look what you've done," she spat and Pauline strode down the café with a tea towel.
"So sorry Moira," Pauline apologised and clicked her fingers towards Moira's sister. "Abigail do it again."
"Aye, she's so clumsy," Moira told her. "She always doin' at 'ome."
"It's you," Abigail shouted from the counter. "You threw it into me." Abigail wiped her apron down, and Pauline strode back towards her.
"Yer donnae talk to customers like that," she barked and Abigail glared at her.
"She's causing trouble."
"Go home," Pauline barked. "Yer no good like this."
Abigail took a deep breath and puffed up her chest, throwing her apron onto the work counter and grabbing her coat, before striding out into the sunshine.
"Abigail," the flustered face of Alistair cried as he ran up to her in the park. She looked at her friend walking alongside her, who just shrugged. "Abigail."
The teenage girl spun around to face him. "What?"
"Ah'm needin' to speak to you" he told her, panting furiously. "Ah'm..."
"What?" Abigail cried and he looked at Lisa, standing next to his ex-partner. "What d'ya want Alistair? I'm having a shit day, what is it?"
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