I’ve been given a present that I wanted to share. Summer contacted me and was kind enough to give me a story that had been recently written. I was given permission to share it, and after a bit of deliberation, I decided to go ahead!
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“David, can you come in here, please?”
Margaret’s office was too small. The window didn’t open, which made
it unbearably stuffy. Everything was meticulously organized – had to be,
really, because there wasn’t room for a single sheet of paper to be out
of place. So bringing another person into the room was easier said than
done. Margaret didn’t have people in her office unless it was
absolutely necessary – they touched things, made messes.
So clearly David was in some deep shit.
He wiped his hands on his apron, smiling gamely to Kara and Julie,
who were giving him sympathetic looks. He walked back from the counter
and poked his head into the tiny office. “What’s up, boss?”
“Come in, please. Have a seat.”
David squeezed his way past the filing cabinet, swung the door
closed, and perched on the lone chair in the room. He raised his
eyebrows. “Everything okay?”
Margaret, never one to mince words, said “No. I’m going to have to
let you go. Sales are down, so I can’t keep all three of you on. Kara
and Julie have been here longer, so I’m afraid your last day of work
will be today.”
David took a deep breath. “Margaret… wow, um, this comes at a really
bad time for me. I just moved into a new place, and my rent’s more
expensive. I did that because I assumed this job was secure, and-”
“I’m sorry about that,” Margaret cut him off, sounding about as sorry
as a buzz saw, “however, I’ve got the business to think about. I’m
running a bakery, David, not a charity. I can’t afford to keep you on
simply out of the goodness of my heart.”
David managed not to shout What goodness?, and simply nod instead.
“I understand,” he finally said. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. I have
to admit I’ve had the feeling this might be coming for a while now.”
Margaret, ever the ice queen, simply stared back at him. “It’s a
business decision,” she said. “The numbers just worked out this way.”
“Of course. All I mean is… well, I made something for you. I hoped
maybe I could use it to convince you of how valuable I can be here.”
“David,” Margaret said, tone flat and unsympathetic, “you’ve been
here for eight months. I think I have a full picture of exactly how
valuable you are to this business.”
David had to smile a little at that. She probably wasn’t wrong.
Margaret watched the counter staff like a hawk, and he knew he wasn’t
quite as hard-working as Julie or Kara. “I’m sure you’re right,” he said
smoothly. “Maybe… call it a going-away present, then?”
Margaret didn’t respond, so David hopped up from his chair. He
quick-stepped around the corner, into the tiny back room where the
employees tossed their things. There, in his locker, he’d stashed
something for just this sort of occasion – a ziploc bag with a dozen
cookies in it.
He walked back into Margaret’s office and placed them on her desk. She looked up at him, unimpressed.
“I know,” he said, smiling wryly. “The presentation leaves something
to be desired. If I’d had time, I’d have made them look better. But
please – just try one, okay?”
Margaret opened the bag. It was clear somehow that she wasn’t doing
it out of curiosity, or because she wanted a cookie. Her movements made
clear this was a “I’m just trying to get you out of here as fast as
possible” gesture.
She pulled out a cookie, a crumbly-looking one with a jam thumbprint in the center. She eyed it for a second, then took a bite.
It was fun for David, watching her face. She frowned appreciatively
first, enjoying the texture and the taste. Then, everything else hit
her.
Her eyes widened, and her posture changed a little – her shoulders
sagged and she leaned forward into an involuntary-sounding “Mmmmmmmmmmmm…”
“Good, huh?” David said with a smile. Margaret nodded as she
swallowed, immediately popping the rest of the cookie into her mouth.
“I was hoping I could use these to show you how talented a baker I
am,” David said. He didn’t bother telling her that the cookies were
really more of an achievement in chemistry, not baking. Didn’t look like
she’d really care.
“David, that was really-” Margaret started to say, her speech quick and excited.
“Try one of the chocolate chip next,” David interrupted. She quickly
reached into the bag, fishing out a chocolate chip cookie, taking a big
bit. She rolled her eyes with satisfaction. She crammed the rest of the
cookie into her mouth before swallowing, and chewed blissfully.
When she did swallow, she let out a sigh that was shaky and long.
“I’m glad you like them, Margaret,” David said.
She looked up at him, and she seemed like she needed a moment to
collect herself. “David, they’re… incredible. But still, it’s purely a
financial decision, I-”
“Eat another,” David said.
Her hand was in the bag before she could speak. “I… you have to
understand, it’s just-” She popped another cookie into her mouth, and
her words just stopped.
When she swallowed, she stared up at David again, and it was clear
she’d lost her train of thought. Her lips were parted, and a light flush
was creeping up her neck and cheeks.
“There’s no need to fire me, Margaret,” David said. His voice was soft, slow, and deep. “We can work something else out.”
Margaret licked her lips. Her head was fizzing like a bottle of
champagne, making it hard to think. The sugar rush from the cookies –
because that’s what it must be, after all – was making her disoriented.
It was so hard to string coherent thoughts together.
“It’s the… the money, though,” she said. Her eyes strayed over to the bag of cookies. Fuck, they were delicious.
“Look at how good my baking is, though. You’d make a ton of money selling my cookies. Wouldn’t you pay a lot for these?”
God, yes. Margaret nodded. “Yes, but… I…” She couldn’t think, couldn’t… think. Everything in her head got mashed up and crushed and the crumbs of what she was trying to say just got swept away.
“I’ve got an idea. Eat another cookie while I tell you.” Margaret
snatched up another, obediently, eagerly. It was somehow even more
delicious than the previous ones.
“I’ll keep working here. I’ll take over your job. You’ll take my job,
and we’ll fire you instead.” Margaret’s fuzzy head couldn’t quite keep
up with that, so she nibbled more cookie instead. “That way, the numbers
work out, and I get to keep making you more of these cookies you love.”
Margaret perked up. “More cookies?” She said. There were crumbs on
her shirt. She picked them up and placed them in her mouth, one by one,
not willing to miss a single one.
“Of course,” David said. “You could even come stay with me, if you
wanted. I’d work, and bring you home some lovely cookies, and you could
stay and clean and cook dinner and not worry about anything else.”
Margaret knew how long and hard she’d worked to start her own
business. The money, the time, the blood and sweat and tears she’d
poured into making this place a reality. She knew that she was right on
the cusp of having some real success, and that all she had to do was
tighten her belt a bit, buckle down, and all of her dreams would come
together.
But none of that felt real. It was all brittle and hollow compared to
the bright, buzzing, warm sensation of listening to David and eating
these incredible cookies. Nothing else compared. Nothing else mattered.
“What do you say, Margaret?” David asked, smiling smugly.
“That sounds… wonderful,” she breathed.
*****
Maggie was having a wonderful day. David had left her two delicious
brownies when he went to work that morning. She’d eaten one right away,
and it made her whole morning bright and sparkly. She was saving the
second for the afternoon, and the anticipation was making her absolutely
drip.
It was still surprising to her sometimes, how doing things for David
gave her such a pure, sexual pleasure. But David explained it all, and
it made perfect sense. Maggie couldn’t remember the explanation, of course – nothing stuck in her silly little head anymore. But she knew there was an explanation, and David understood it, which was all that mattered.
As she scrubbed the floors, she felt the cool wood on her knees, and
thought back to the slow, loving blowjob she’d given David that morning.
She thought of all the blowjobs she’d given him over the past couple of
weeks. She wondered why she’d never realized before how much sucking
cock made her cum. It was like she’d never really understood anything
about herself until David came along and explained it all!
Maggie wanted to be sure everything was spotless. David was bringing
Julie home for dinner after work. She’d been asking lots of questions
about Maggie, apparently, so he was going to show her that everything
was perfectly alright. He’d baked her a special dessert and everything.
The thought of it made Maggie shiver with pleasure. She’d always
liked Julie. She was smart and ambitious – Maggie knew she’d saved up
nearly all of every paycheck from the bakery to pay for med school.
Maggie couldn’t wait for her to learn how much happier she’d be as a
pretty little domestic doll, just like Maggie was. She was going to look
so cute in nothing but heels and an apron!
She assumed Kara would be soon after, but she didn’t worry much about
it. David made those sorts of decisions. David made all the decisions.
All she had to do was whatever he wanted.
She thought about the brownie waiting for her, and her mouth watered.
