Atlan69 - Ich Komme Aus Schleswig Holstein

Hey folks,

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!

Enjoy!

“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.