Hot Coffee

	I heard the bell on the coffee shop door ring indicating that a new customer had just walked in, and I looked up from my cash register to greet them. My greeting was choked off as I peered at the giant alien trying to push its way through the human-sized entrance. It was a Viper, its long, winding body trailing behind it like a giant serpent as it struggled, its wide hips catching on the sides of the door frame. It was a female I realized, she had an hourglass figure with an ample chest barely concealed beneath a white blouse that exposed her scaly shoulders, and cleavage that I felt no reptile should possess. I quickly averted my gaze, the last thing I needed right now was to lose my barrister job due to a sexual harassment complaint, work was a little scarce in the post-ADVENT world. Some of the aliens had been stranded on Earth when the alien occupation had been driven off, and they had been doing their best to integrate into human society. The style of clothing the Viper was wearing, her floaty blouse and the denim skirt that was wrapped around her waist, or at least where the waist would have been on a human, were in a suitably human style. She was clearly making an effort to fit in, despite her alarming appearance.
	She flared the fleshy, cobra-like hood that lined her neck, a sign of frustration perhaps? She turned sideways, her considerable posterior pressing into the wood as she finally succeeded in pushing her way into the building. She steadied herself, almost falling as she made it through, then brushed off her skirt with her long fingers and wound her way into the store. She was so large, while her torso was comparable to that of a human, with two arms and the aforementioned breasts prominent on her chest, her lower body tapered into a long, winding tail that trailed behind her a good distance. Her body was covered in a layer of fine scales, yellow in color with brown patterning, so delicate and difficult to make out that I might have mistaken them for skin were it not for the fluorescent lighting of the store. Her belly was white, and looked softer still, running down the front of her body from her neck to the tip of her tail.
	She slithered towards the counter looking somewhat uncertain, watching me with her amber eyes, their pupils like those of a cat or a lizard. She held a small handbag in front of her, clutching it daintily in her oversized hands. She moved across the wood floor, her pale belly making a sound like a wet towel being dragged over concrete, then came to a stop before me.
	I straightened my company hat, swallowing hard and trying to look like I wasn't talking to a giant snake monster from another planet.
	“H-Hello...Miss. Welcome to Star Coffee, my name is Jeff, I'll be your barrister today.”
	She cocked her massive head at me, her pink tongue flicking the air, then craned her long neck to stare at the menu above me. Was she really going to order a coffee? Did Vipers drink coffee? I had never seen one so close before, and her sheer size was making me nervous. I loosened the collar of my shirt a little beneath my brown uniform, emblazoned with the company logo, and waited patiently. Her massive tail was several meters long, like a giant, fat boa constrictor it sat heavily on the floor and trailed out of my line of sight. How much did this thing weigh?
	She pointed with a long, clawed finger, and made an odd vocalization that sounded like a mixture between a hiss and a warble. Of course she didn't speak English, this might become difficult. I turned to see where she was pointing, a Caramel Frappuccino. I looked at her quizzically, and she seemed to hesitate, her hood drooping a little. Her body language was so unsure, it felt as if she was lost. Was this new to her? She might be trying to integrate into human society for the first time, hell did she even know what a Frappuccino was?
	I felt a sudden desire to encourage her, and nodded, turning my back to her to prepare her order. I took a large styrofoam cup, weighed it in my hand, then thought better of it and selected an extra large. I could feel her yellow eyes on my back as she watched curiously, her head waving on top of her sinuous neck as she tried to get a better view. I half filled the cup with ground ice, then poured some strong coffee over it that had been brewed earlier and chilled. I juggled some milk and a half cup of caramel sauce into the mix, topping it off with a couple of spoons of sugar. She seemed entertained by the process, and when I turned and placed it on the counter, she eyed it curiously. I brandished a can of whipped cream and filled the rest of the cup with it, drizzling a little extra caramel sauce on top for good measure.
	“That'll be three dollars please, thank you for shopping at Star Coffee, I've been Jeff.”
	She hesitated for a moment, then dug into her handbag, eventually producing a fistful of crumpled bills. She dropped them unceremoniously on the counter top, then waited patiently as I sorted through them. There was almost thirty dollars here, she had no idea how much currency was necessary. I removed three dollars then handed her back the rest of the notes, our hands brushing as she took them. Her skin really was smooth and soft, oddly cool to the touch, the scales were almost imperceptible.
	I realized I was staring, and lowered my eyes as she leaned forward to return the money to her bag, her oversized breasts hanging in her blouse like two basketballs. I reddened, looking straight down her cleavage, then quickly composed myself as she returned to full height and gingerly lifted the drink from the counter. Even the extra large cups were comically small in her hands, it almost reminded me of those little paper cups they serve sauces in at restaurants, though she wasn't quite that large. She sniffed it, making a face, then I watched in awe as her massive tongue parted her lips to sample the whipped cream. It must have been a meter long, thick and pink, like a snake in its own right as she scraped away a morsel of white foam and returned it to her mouth.
	Suddenly she turned her great head to the side, her hood flaring, and plunged a pair of pearly fangs as long as my finger into the side of the cup. I hopped backwards, alarmed as coffee poured from the holes onto the floor, the alien examining it with a confused look on her reptilian features. I scrambled to get towels, rushing out from behind the register and trying to mop up the liquid before it stained. She watched me as if she was completely detached from the situation. I gently pried the leaking cup from her hand and tried to seal the twin holes with the rag, but most of it had drained out already.
	“Er...let me get you another one of those, on the house.”
	I turned again to prepare another beverage, but I felt the tip of her long tail tap me on the shoulder, reaching across the counter. I faced her, a cup filled with crushed ice in my hand, and squeezed it a little too hard as she loomed over the polished wood surface. The heavy globes of her boobs rested on the counter, spreading their weight as she fluttered her eyelashes at me. She gently plucked the styrofoam cup from my hand and discarded it, then curled her fingers around my tie and yanked me closer.
	“Y-You don't want coffee, do you?”
	She shook her head, a smirk spreading across her face.
	“Then what...do you want?”
	She leaned forward and my eyes widened as I felt her large, full lips press against mine. A warm, slippery tongue snaked its way into my mouth and sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. My tense body relaxed and I began to see stars dance before my eyes, the kiss was deep and drawn out, the thick organ almost covetous as it entwined with my own. It wound and coiled in my head, exploring my inner cheeks and glancing the back of my throat, the taste of caramel from the Frappuccino still lingering on her breath. She pulled back, a strand of saliva linking our lips, and those penetrating yellow eyes burned into me.
	“I'm...I'm on break in twenty minutes...”