1 comments/ 8704 views/ 8 favorites Beth's Bakery: A New Employee By: embracelust66 This story is another chapter in the erotic adventures at Beth's Corner Bakery. It is not a sequel to Beth's Bakery Gets Inspected and can be read as a stand-alone piece. A better understanding of the characters might be gleaned by reading the earlier work first, however. Beth Mitchell leaned back in her office chair and closed her eyes. It had been another long, exhausting week and try as she might, she could not find the energy to address the pile of paperwork spread out before her. Yet if she didn't, she would be forced to deal with it tomorrow, which was Monday, also known as the only day her eponymous bakery was closed. She looked down at the mass of bills, invoices, payroll forms and other documents that occasionally inundate anyone who owns a small business and shook her head. No choice, she realized, she just couldn't summon up the desire to keep working. Most small business owners would be thrilled to be so busy that paperwork had to wait and certainly Beth was happy that more and more people were visiting Beth's Corner Bakery. But there were definite downsides for her and her small staff. The situation was aggravated by the fact that Trish, a culinary school student who worked the front counter most mornings, had to take Wednesday and Fridays off for classes. The result was Beth's two kitchen assistants had to help out front with the customers more and more. That left Beth to do more of the kitchen work such as preparing dough, decorating cakes, shaping pastries and the like. Belle and Jesse were focused more on customer service and cleaning, which neither of them was too happy about. They both preferred the cooking-related tasks, and Jesse wanted to become a full-fletched bakery chef himself. Everyone was tired and frustrated and cranky. And it wasn't just the extra work, but the corresponding decrease in play time. Beth and her staff weren't just co-workers, they were also lovers. When Beth, after winning a lottery jackpot, had opted to open her own business, she did so determined that both of her great passions – baking and sex – would be met through her new venture. So she staffed her bakery with individuals who shared her enthusiasm for carnal pleasures. The result was that she had slept with every one of her employees, and they had all slept with each other, on multiple occasions. The arrangement was perfect, but it meant that hiring a new person was difficult. All of her current staff members were people she already knew, or were recommended by friends. She knew she needed to hire someone, but none of her friends or employees knew anyone who she believed would be a good fit, which meant bringing in an outsider, a risky venture. There was no choice though; the increasing workload left her no time and little energy for sex. She hadn't been laid in almost four days, and had only averaged sex twice a week for the past month. This was a nightmare for a woman who felt that twice daily intercourse was a perfectly reasonable goal. She would gladly trade some of her extra income for more time to satisfy her super-charged libido. Beth neatly piled the paperwork into her to-do basket and pushed her chair back from her desk. Stretching her arms over her head and arching her back, she walked out of her office. Belle, her longest serving employee, was standing over the sink, putting the last of the day's dishes into the drying rack. "Hey, you done?" Beth called to her. Belle turned and gave her boss a tired smile. She nodded and ran her hand through short, spiky black hair now matted with sweat. "Do you need to go, or do you have time to come upstairs? I wanted to run something by you," Beth asked. "Yeah, I got time. I'm too tired to go do anything anyway," Belle said, following Beth as she disappeared through the doorway that led to her apartment above the bakery. Her business was housed in an old two-story Victorian home, with her living quarters on the top floor and the bakery occupying the lower levels. The two women trudged up the staircase, Belle perfectly positioned to admire Beth's firm ass as they ascended. Her boss was a tall, athletic blonde who looked like she could have been a starter for the Swedish bikini volleyball team. She kept her athletic body despite spending her days making cupcakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls and other fattening delicacies by being an exercise enthusiast. Her hard, shapely ass proved it and Belle never missed an opportunity to admire her friend's derriere. Beth opened the door to her apartment and by the time Belle had caught up, she had already kicked off her shoes and was pulling off her shirt. "Okay, quick question," she said to her boss' back. "Are you just changing clothes, or am I maybe gonna get lucky?" Beth turned and smiled. The two women had been friends with benefits for far longer than that term had likely existed and now Beth's exhaustion was overruled by her lust. "Up to you. I've got enough energy for a quickie, if you do." "Hell yeah," Belle said and pulled off her shirt as she launched a shoe across the room. The two women headed for Beth's bedroom, leaving behind a trail of clothing. They were both naked when they fell onto the bed and into each other's arms, already locked in a passionate embrace, mouths firmly clamped together. Neither woman had been getting nearly enough sex to satisfy them and since they had known each other so long, there really was no need to words as they set about satisfying each other's urges. Beth snaked her hand down between their bodies and began finger fucking her old friend, who was sucking hard on Beth's tits while kneading her firm ass. "Fuck, I can't wait. I need you to eat me," she moaned, forcefully pushing Belle down to her sopping pussy. "Dammit, just lick my cunt." Belle complied instantly, ferociously lapping at Beth's pussy, pushing her tongue past her swollen lips and slurping up the sweet nectar leaking from her boss. In no time, she had jammed two fingers up into Beth while swirling the tip of her tongue around her swollen clit. The long, agonizing wait to feel another person's body against hers meant Beth was ready to cum almost immediately. In less than a minute, her whole body convulsed and she almost screamed in delight. Afterward, she had to fight to find the energy to return the favor, but there was no way she would deny Belle an orgasm after having been treated to one herself. So she slid down her friend's body and, invigorated by the sweet odor and sweeter taste of Belle's pussy, brought her friend to climax with her lips, teeth and tongue. When they were both temporarily sated and even a little reenergized, Belle turned to Beth, her arm flung casually over her friend's body. "So, what did you want to talk about?" "I've decided it's time we brought in another pair of hands. We can't go on like this," Beth said, nuzzling her face into Belle's neck and giving her a soft kiss. "I couldn't agree more, boss lady," Belle said, idly tracing circles around Beth's nipples with her index finger. "But I didn't think any of us knew anyone who would be a good fit." "Yes, that's the problem. But I think I may have a plan that ensures we find someone who will fit in with our little family," Beth said. "You know, maybe family isn't quite the right word. I don't like imagining Jesse as my brother. It makes it weird when I'm riding him," Belle said. "But what's the plan?" Beth explained to her friend, who also served as her second-in-command, how she was going to proceed. Belle listened attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement. "You know, I think that might just work," she said, yawning as she spoke. "And if I weren't so damn tired, I'd reward your ingenuity by going down on you again." Beth smiled as her friend's eyes slid shut. "That's sweet, but how about we both nap for a while. You can wake me up with your lips on mine, if you know what I mean." And with that, she too drifted off into a deep, restorative sleep. The next day, she woke early and headed downstairs to deal with her paperwork and make some phone calls. She and Belle had awoken from their nap shortly before 10 p.m. the previous night and, after a more energetic bout of lovemaking, Belle had headed home to check on her cat and sleep in her own bed. Beth had a small snack before going back to sleep, and after so much rest she was awake and alert far earlier than was usual for her on a Monday. She spent a couple of hours finishing her paperwork and then made a phone call. "Hey Anna, it's Beth Mitchell. Is Kyle in?" she asked when a cheerful female voice picked up after just two rings. "Oh hi Beth. No, I'm sorry, he's in court this morning, but should be back by 11:30. Anything I can help with?" Anna said. She was legal secretary/receptionist/gopher for Kyle Bachman, Beth's longtime attorney and friend. "Yeah, does he have time to see me today? It shouldn't take long. I have a few questions for him and want to review some materials," Beth said, crossing her fingers for luck. "Well, his first afternoon appointment isn't until 2 p.m., so if you don't mind coming over during the lunch hour, I'm sure he'd be willing to fit you in," Ann said, then added, in a more playful voice, "Is this purely business, or possibly recreational as well? Beth smiled, picturing the lithe Latina's hard body and long black hair. Kyle ran his law office sort of like Beth ran her bakery, but as he only had the one employee and she wasn't complaining, there really wasn't any problem with it. "Well, if you and he have the time, it can be both," Beth said coyly. "Should I just come over, or do you want to call me?" "Just come by about 11:30. We usually close the office until 1 p.m. for lunch, so we'll have plenty of time to talk, or you know, whatever," Anna said laughing. After she hung up, Beth swung her chair around and started searching online for the items she wanted to show Kyle. She needed to make sure that she didn't cross any legal boundaries while conducting job interviews while still ensuring her plan could be properly implemented. After about an hour, she had printed out a small stack of photos, which she slid into a manila folder. Then, logging off, she headed upstairs for a mid-morning snack and a shower. She walked into the Law Office of Kyle Bachman, P.C. at exactly 11:30 a.m. Anna, who'd seen her drive up, pulled open the door as she approached, then closed and locked it behind her, flipping the Closed For Lunch sign in the window. Then she and Beth warmly embraced. "Good to see you," Anna said. "It's been too long." "I know, it's been crazy lately. Business is booming. That's kind of why I'm here," Beth replied. "Well, he got back about 20 minutes ago, so go on in. And once you've finished the business portion of the visit, be sure to give me a call out here." Anna grinned at Beth and ran her hand slowly across her visitor's ass. "Count on it," Beth replied. Beth walked through a door at the back of the reception area, pausing to knock on the frame before entering Kyle's office. He looked up and grinned. He wore a grey business suit, sans jacket, and his tailored white shirt bulged around think upper arms and broad shoulders. Kyle Bachman was a former college linebacker who'd kept his shape in the 15 years since graduating, much to the delight of his wife, his secretary and any number of female clients. Beth felt her nether regions warm as soon as she saw his wide, gleaming grin and short blond hair, not a strand of which was out of place. "Kyle, you are looking hot as fuck," she said giving him a hug. "How's life?" "Great, especially when beautiful women drop by unexpectedly with the promise of lunchtime treats." The big man returned her hug and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "But I suppose before we get to the fun stuff, you've got some work for me?" He motioned her to a comfortable looking leather chair. It and its mate generally sat directly in front of his desk, but they had been moved to either side in anticipation of Beth's visit. Where they normally stood was a Murphy bed, pulled down from the wall and already made up, complete with pillows and silk sheets. Kyle often worked late and had had it installed for such occasions. It also came in handy when his wife visited for a lunchtime quickie, which more often than not also included his secretary. "Little presumptuous, isn't it?" Beth said with a grin, pointing at the bed. "Not at all," Kyle responded in mock seriousness. "If you weren't up for it, Anna and I would certainly be taking advantage of this excess amount of free time on my part. It's always good to have some mid-day stress relief." "Yeah, well lately I don't have any free time. That's what I want to talk about." "How can I help with that? I'm sorry, but I can't really fit in any dishwashing shifts with my schedule." "Very funny. I need to hire a new person," Beth said. Kyle shrugged. "Sounds routine. Who will it be?" "That's the thing, I don't know. I wasn't able to get a good recommendation, so I'm going to have to bring in a complete stranger, as it were," Beth said. The lawyer leaned back his chair and looked at Beth, nodding to indicate he now understood the problem. "Given how you and your staff behave, that could be very disruptive, and legally speaking, extremely dangerous if it's not handled correctly. I don't want to think about the kind of sexual harassment lawsuit that might arise if you don't find just the right person. I take it you are not willing to change your, how shall I put it, workplace relations policy?" "Fuck no," Beth said flatly. "But I do have an idea on how to solve this dilemma. That's why I'm here." She explained her plan, omitting no detail, and showed him the photos she had printed off the internet. A good listener, Kyle said nothing until she was finished, and then studied the pictures thoughtfully before he spoke. "I think it could work. You certainly shouldn't run into any legal problems if you place the items in question properly. They should be displayed subtly. Not on your desk or even very prominently, maybe next to a plant in the corner or slightly hidden behind some other object. As for the books, spines facing out only. Don't lay them so that the covers are plainly visible, that's far too blatant." "Don't worry Kyle, subtle is my middle name," Beth said. "So, want to fuck?" The lawyer laughed and shook his head. From the reception area, Anna bellowed an enthusiastic "Yes!" She came bounding into the room, already naked and threw herself down on the bed, idly rubbing her breasts and pussy while she watched Beth and Kyle undress. Beth, finishing first, climbed on top of Anna and began to make out with her, their tongues dancing while their hands explored each other's naked flesh. Kyle came around the desk and lay beside the two women, slowly stroking his cock while he watched the lesbian action unfolding before him. After about a minute, Beth pulled away from Anna and repositioned herself so that Kyle lay between both women. They began to kiss and lick him, working their way down his hard chest and flat, firm abs to his rock-hard six-inch cock. The two women began to jointly worship his dick, running the tongues along its length, sucking his head into first one mouth and then the other. Kyle was moaning, relishing the feeling of a two-woman blowjob. As they pleasured him, they also exchanged kisses with each other, squeezing breasts and even lightly fingering each other. "Anna, I haven't had a real cock in me in almost five days. Do you mind if I go first?" Beth asked. "Five days?" Anna couldn't believe it; this was not the Beth she knew. "Go for it, baby." Beth needed no further encouragement, but quickly straddled Kyle and then lowered her soaking wet cunt onto his cock. She led out a loud sigh and he groaned, while Anna giggled at them both. Kyle began to rock his hips as Beth matched his movements with her own, bouncing up and down in rhythm with him. Anna lay watching them, one hand twisting her nipples while masturbating with the other. It didn't take long for Beth to feel the heat in her pussy begin to intensify, her orgasm beginning to rev up like a sports car hitting a straight stretch of highway. Kyle likewise knew he wouldn't last long and began making hard thrusts upward into Beth. She tensed as her orgasm broke over her, muscles tightening while she uttered a low moan. Her vagina tightened around Kyle's dick and he responded by shooting his load. "Fuck, that was great," he breathed as Beth rolled off of him. Anna, feeling left out, crawled between Beth's legs and began to lap up the mixture of pussy juice and semen leaking from her. She did so with a light touch, respecting the heightened sensitivity of Beth's pussy in the immediate aftermath of her climax. She had an expert touch and her gentle licking quickly got Beth off again. The secretary then took Kyle's semi-hard cock into her mouth, cleaning him to encourage its timely revival. Beth, watching, decided to help this process by pushing Anna down and kissing her hard, then moving to suck on her dark, erect nipples. She knew that nothing gets a man hard quicker than watching two women go at it, and she gave Anna the full treatment, moving from one breast to another while dipping her finger into the hot Latina's glistening pussy. The tactic worked and Kyle was soon ready for round two. Anna moved into a doggy style position on the bed, and Beth slid under her so that she could tongue both her pussy and Kyle's cock while he fucked his assistant. Anna began lapping at Beth's pussy as well and the office filled with the sounds of vigorous sex. They fucked like that for several minutes, and then Kyle pulled out and flipped Anna, then crawled on top of her and slid his cock back into her. Beth flipped around so that they could have a three-way make out session. When Kyle finally shot his second load, Beth, as Anna had done for her, moved between her friend's legs and lapped up Kyle's cum and Anna's juices. Beth loved how the two combined to form a unique taste on her tongue. After resting together for a few minutes, Beth dressed and took her leave. "Send me the bill for the consult," she called out to him as she exited the office. Back at the office, Beth went online and made several purchases then began composing the help-wanted ad that she hoped would ultimately lead to her finding a new employee. Later, she went for a run and spent the rest of the day relaxing and enjoying the pleasant spring weather. About a week later, Beth was perusing the first handful of resumes that had been received when Trish called from the front counter that she had a delivery. Beth came out to see a delivery driver, a short woman with a long, blonde ponytail poking out from beneath her uniform cap, standing next to a large box. "Just need a signature," she said, holding out the electronic tracking device. Beth couldn't help noticing her very muscular legs and bright blue eyes. She was a very pretty woman and one who looked like she'd be a firecracker in bed. However, Beth really didn't have the time or energy for flirting, so she just gave the woman a warm smile and thank you as she signed. Maybe the next time she makes a delivery, she thought as she picked up the box, which wasn't particularly heavy, and returned to her office. Placing the box on her couch, Beth carefully sliced through the packing tape and lifted the flaps. Thankfully, the items were packed in bubble wrap and plastic air bags instead of those god-awful Styrofoam peanuts that always created such a mess. She pulled three items from the box and carefully removed their protective coverings. Each was inspected for any damage, then carefully placed back in the box, which was then stored it in the corner. She was now ready, Beth decided, to schedule some interviews. Beth's Bakery: A New Employee The following Thursday Beth removed the three small figurines from the delivery box, wiping each down with a cloth before laying them carefully on her desk. They were statuettes, no more than 10 inches high, made of polymerized clay, depicting stylized figures in erotic poses. No clear features could be made out on their faces, nor were there detailed representations of genitalia. Nevertheless, there could be no mistaking the forms. The first, black in color, showed a man on his knees behind a woman on all fours, his groin joined to her rear. The second, egg-shell white, showed two seated female figures with arms and legs wrapped around each other, clearly kissing. The third was a copper-colored image of one woman kneeling before another, her face pressed into the other's vagina. The black one she placed on the extreme left end on highest of the shelves directly behind her desk. The white figurine was placed on top of the file cabinet in the corner, tucked just slightly behind a small fern, where it was not obvious but still visible to anyone paying attention. The third she set on the small table beside the couch, positioning it so that it was only clearly visible as one was turning to sit, but was otherwise hidden by the lamp that stood beside it. She then hid the box behind her desk and stepped to the doorway. Sticking out her head, she called to Jesse, "Can you come in here for a second?" He nodded and wiped flour off his hands. She had told neither he nor Trish about her plans; all they knew was that the three job candidates were coming in for interviews this afternoon. "What's up, Beth," he said, standing just inside the door. "Sit down." Beth motioned to the couch, the only thing on which to sit other than her chair. "I want you to pretend you've never been in my office, and you're here for a job interview. Now, give me your first impressions of the place." Jesse gave her a puzzled look. "Okay. I suppose I find it a little messy, and frankly a little small. The furniture is okay, but not the best." He looked around him, trying to see the office for the first time and in so doing probably paid more attention to it than any time since his own interview 18 months prior. He bit his lower lip and slowly swiveled his head from side to side. "I don't know. The paint's peeling in places. I guess my first impression might be that it was comfortable, if a little rough for wear," he said, shrugging a little as if to say, I really don't know what else to say. "By the way, have you always had that statue on the file cabinet? And do you think it's a good idea to have it or a copy of the Kama Sutra on your shelf for these interviews?" Beth breathed a sigh of relief. "I was afraid you weren't going to see them at all," she said. "It's brand new, as are its two companions." Jesse quickly scanned the room, noting the second statue on the shelves. "I see that one," he said, pointing, "But where's the other?" "Behind the lamp. You can only see it as your first enter the office and turn toward the couch." He leaned forward and peered past the lamp."Oh, I like that one a lot, but why the odd placement? And shouldn't you take all of them out for the interviews? "They were specifically purchased for the interviews," she said. In answer to his questioning look, she explained, "Look, whoever we hire needs to be able to get along with all of us, in all ways, right? So my thinking is, let's give them a hint of what the place is like. Nothing too obvious, and not in a way that makes it even remotely appear as if sex is a required part of the deal. But enough so they get an idea of the true nature of the place." "Sounds like it might work, at least weed out anybody who's too uptight or judgmental," Jesse agreed. "Exactly. If they see this stuff, they're going to realize at least what kind of person I am, and probably won't be surprised when he or she finds out that you and Trish might sneak away for a mid-morning quickie, or Belle and I go enjoy a long break upstairs. I'm fine if whoever it is isn't interested in participating. I just don't want them crying to a lawyer or, god forbid, the government. "So what do you think? Will somebody coming in here for the first time notice them? Are they too obvious, or not obvious enough?" Jesse thought for a second. "No, I think that you've found a good balance. I don't see how anybody could be offended. I mean, it's not like they're right out on your desk in plain sight. You have to look around a little to notice them. And the books aren't obvious either, I mean that Kama Sutra or the erotic story collection you have up there. By the way, I might want to borrow one or both sometime." Beth smiled. "Anytime. And if you want to act out some of them, I'm game for that as well." "Speaking of which, it's really quiet today, because of the rain and all," Jesse said, standing and closing the door. "Maybe we should prep you for the interviews. If you go into them horny, you might find your judgment impaired." "Are you volunteering to help me with that?" Beth asked. Jesse undid his belt as he walked over to Beth's desk. "You know I always go all out for the bakery, Beth." "That I do," she said, pulling out a bottle of lube from a desk drawer and tossing it to him. He pulled out his already hard cock and began oiling it as Beth pulled down her pants and leaned over the desk. "This will have to be quick. The first one is due in less than 30 minutes and he may arrive early." Jesse quickly moved behind her, lined up his dick with her pussy opening and slowly pushed inside her. Beth gave a little shudder as he reached full insertion and then began to slowly pump in and out of her. She balanced herself on one hand while with the other she reached under and rubbed vigorously at her clit. Jesse kept both hands on her hip as he drove into her, gradually increasing his pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh growing audibly louder, mingling with Beth's low moans and his hard breathing. It took barely two minutes before Beth's fingering and Jesse's slamming cock brought her to climax and when it hit, her body tensed and she slammed her ass back against him just as he gave a final, vicious thrust, shooting his load deep into her. They both collapsed on the desk, his body pressing down into hers for a few moments, and then he pulled back, snatched some tissues from the nearby box, and began to clean up. They both pulled up their underwear and white pants, took a few deep breaths to compose themselves, and then Jesse pulled open her door and stepped out. "Well, that will be all," Beth said in a mock officious voice. "Now, get back to work." "Yeah," said Belle, standing just outside the door with a big smirk on her face, "get back to work, you horndog." Twenty-five minutes later, Beth was seated across her desk from a short, overweight man in his mid-40s with a fringe of graying hair ringing an otherwise bald head. He had large, watery blue eyes, jowly cheeks and a cheesy mustache that looked like something a used car salesman in the 80s might have worn. None of those things in particular ruled him out. It was his aggressive, almost rude communication style that torpedoed his chances within 60 seconds of sitting down. He tended to cut Beth off, talk down to her and essentially behave as if he were the god of bread making who was condescending to meet with this obviously unskilled wanna-be baker. She could tell he would never be comfortable taking direction from her and after a couple of minutes, merely asked the bare minimum of questions necessary to appear as if an actual interview had taken place. She wasn't sure if he'd even noticed the figurines or books, and five minutes after she'd escorted him back to the front of the bakery, she'd forgotten everything he'd said. The second interview started off considerably better. The candidate was a very attractive brown-haired woman in her late twenties. She wore her long hair in a ponytail with neatly trimmed banks almost to her eyebrows. She had a thin, sharp nose, pleasantly formed lips and wore a well-fitting business suit that seemed to Beth to hide a fairly athletic body. She also knew her stuff, answering Beth's questions in detail, with good examples delivered in a strong, confident tone. About a third of the way through their interview, though, Beth noticed the woman's eyes travel discreetly around the room, stopping at the filing cabinet for sure and possibly on the shelves behind her. She'd certainly seen at least one and possibly two of her new artworks, and the look of prim disapproval that briefly crossed her face told Beth everything she needed to know. And if that hadn't, the marked change in her tone and her rather cold goodbye as she left certainly would have. Two down and one to go, and this was actually the one that Beth had the least hopes for. Theresa Miller was a married mother of two who'd been out of the workforce for almost a decade and although she actually had formal culinary training, it had been years since she'd been in a commercial kitchen, unlike the previous two candidates, both of whom had at least been currently employed as bakers. Beth also doubted that a housewife and mother would meet her other, non-baking related requirements. She pictured a frumpy woman with a haggard look and prematurely grey hair. What she found when she went out to meet her was a tall, fit-looking brunette with long, wavy hair past her shoulders, large breasts, pouty lips, and a warm, alluring smile. "Hi, Theresa," Beth said, extending her hand as she walked up to her. "I'm Beth Mitchell, the owner. Nice to meet you." "It's so nice to meet you as well," Theresa said, giving Beth a firm if slightly sweaty handshake. "I'm so grateful for your time. I know I'm probably not your ideal candidate." "Why do you say that?" Beth asked, hanging Theresa's raincoat and umbrella on a stand in the corner and then guiding back to her office. "Well, I've been out of the workforce for a number of years. I still bake a lot – bread, cookies, muffins, you name it. But it's not really commercial cooking, unless you count school bake sales." Beth smiled at that and then, on reaching her office, led Theresa in and gestured for her to take a seat on the couch. "Sorry, I only have the one chair, hope the couch is okay." "No, it's fine, it...looks very comfortable." Theresa stumbled slightly over her words and seemed to freeze in mid-step for just a second. Beth was certain she'd seen the figurine hiding behind the lamp, and was anxious to see how things proceeded. Theresa had seen it but wasn't sure what to make of such an erotic scene on such open display. She didn't disapprove, however. Beth didn't yet know it, but Theresa was a kindred spirit. She was a loving wife and a devoted mother, but she was also a woman who loved sex and cherished every opportunity to engage in it, especially with new lovers. She and her husband had long had an open marriage, governed by rules they had set early on in their relationship. As they were both bi-sexual, one rule was that either could fuck someone of the same sex whenever the opportunity arose, so long as doing so didn't put the other or their relationship in any danger. The copper-colored statue of one woman pleasuring another made her think that just such an opportunity might arise, if she played her cards right. Her hunch became a certainty once she sat down across from Beth and she let her gaze quickly scan the room. She spotted both of the remaining figurines and the books. Why would someone have such things in their office during a job interview? Logic would dictate that they should be removed, at least temporarily, if only to avoid a possible complaint or lawsuit. Unless you wanted them to be seen, and Theresa was considering the ramifications of that when Beth's voice cut off her musings. "So tell me about yourself," Beth said. "Well, now that my girls have been in school for a couple of years, I was hoping to go back to my old career as a bakery chef. I developed a passion for baking, well for all cooking but especially baking, when I was a child. I learned from my grandmother. She babysat me while my Mom worked and we would bake all kinds of things together, cookies, pies, cakes, bread, you name it," Theresa said, trying hard not to jiggle her leg or wring her hands. She was nervous but also curious about the beautiful blonde sitting across from her and desperately wanted to make a good impression. "Pretty much my entire childhood was spent in her kitchen, or so it seems to me sometimes. And I guess I just grew up wanting to do it for a living. So I got my associates degree in business – my mother insisted I should have some sort of fall-back plan, and she was right – and then went to culinary school." "I see from your resume that you moved around a lot for the first few years out of school," Beth said. "Why was that?" "Yes. I met my husband a year after I graduated. I was working in a diner – they let me bake the pies – and he would come in and study. I took to him right way, he was, and still is, a real hottie," Theresa said, throwing in that little detail to demonstrate that she was no uptight, prudish type. It was a bit of a risk because if she was wrong about Beth and the figurines, she might be blowing her chance at a job that suddenly seemed much more intriguing. "Sometimes, when I would close, I'd let him come by and study while I cleaned and prepped pie crusts and cinnamon rolls and such for the next day. We were just kids, wild and passionate." Left unsaid were all the times he fucked her in the diner's kitchen or bent over its counter but Theresa guessed that Beth was perhaps imagining such scenes from the knowing smirk and slight smile on her face. "Anyway, Josh was at the time a master's student at the university. We dated while he finished up his degree, then married. We moved first so he could pursue his doctorate, then for his post-doc, then for his first couple of teaching positions. I could always find work at a restaurant or catering company wherever we went, and we didn't have kids. Those were great times. Not a lot of money, but lots of fun," Theresa laughed. "When he got the tenure-track job here, I worked for awhile at one of the resorts as a bakery chef, but then we decided to finally have children, and I chose to be a stay-at-home mom. As much as I loved my grandmother and my time with her, I didn't want my kids growing up in someone else's home." Theresa's voice had a slightly defiant tone in it as she answered the question, but Beth didn't hold it against her. She understood the difficult choices a woman like Theresa has to make, and she respected her decision, even if it wasn't what she would have done. For the next twenty minutes, the two women discussed Theresa's experience in more detail, what kind of baking she did at home, her philosophy of and experience with creating or altering recipes, her favorite equipment, and other topics two devoted cooks would cover in a spirited discussion. Throughout their conversation, Theresa tried to send out subtle hints, playing with her hair, crossing her legs, once even pretending to lightly scratch a breast. Finally, Beth realized how much time had passed. "Do you have any questions for me?" she asked. In preparing for the interviewed, Theresa had actually thought of several questions that would both to show her interest in the position and garner information helpful in deciding whether to take the job. But now, she opted to take a gamble, based on her reading of Beth and the situation. "Yes," she replied slowly, giving Beth her most seductive smile. "Although it's not exactly about the job. I was hoping you could tell me about these wonderful statues you have on display. I really love them." Beth smiled back, and although neither knew it, they simultaneously thought to themselves: Jackpot! Beth because she was sure now that she'd found someone who would fit in perfectly and Theresa because she could tell from that smile that she had guessed right and given exactly the signal that her potential new boss had been looking for. "They're new. I found them online. I was just looking to enliven the place up a bit, put a little piece of my personality into the office. I can get you the web address of the artist if you like." "Oh please, that would be great. My husband and I have been looking to fill a couple of spaces in our bedroom and something like these would be perfect." Beth stood up, a warm glow on her face. "Well, I have to say, I'm very impressed and I think you'd like it here. How would you like to take a quick tour, maybe meet the staff?" "Very much so," Theresa said, rising from the couch. "I'm really excited about the possibility of working here." Beth walked around her desk, opened the door and gestured Theresa out, admiring the mother of two's tight ass as she followed her through the doorway. She first took her guest into the general food prep area. But since the bakery was now closed, she found that Belle and Trish had now home and Jesse was finishing wiping up a spill in the walk-in refrigerator. He stood when they entered and gave Theresa a smile and handshake. Theresa smiled back and expressed enthusiasm at meeting him, but in a professional, detached manner. In truth, she would love to fuck him, but another rule she and her husband had was that bedding someone of the opposite sex was forbidden without prior permission. She was sure her husband would give his okay, but for now, she didn't want to move too quickly and send the wrong signal. The same did not apply to her interactions with Beth, and she took every opportunity to brush against her or lay her hand on Beth's arm or shoulder while asking a question about something she was being shown or the bakery's general operating procedures. Beth had seduced too many men and women, and been the object of too many seductions attempts, not to quickly pick up on Theresa's intentions. She had been confident, after Theresa's inquiry about the figurines, that she had found someone who would not object to the openly sexual atmosphere of the bakery. She had, however, not allowed herself to assume Theresa would want to join in. But given Theresa's fairly obvious signals, her hope was growing that such would be the case and she decided to include the basement in the tour. "Let's head downstairs. We have some storage in the basement and some racks where we allow dough to rise," Beth said, gently placing her hand very low on Theresa's back. "And our employee break area is down there as well." Theresa smiled to herself, certain that Beth was on to her and equally certain that once in the basement, they would be doing more than examining bread racks and bags of flour. So she happily followed the tall blonde down the wooden stairs into the warm, pleasant smelling but slightly stuffy basement. The two women stood in the middle of the large, open room, Theresa slowly turning her head to take in the shelves of baking supplies, spare pots and pans, a bin where dirty towels and aprons were placed until removed for washing. She considered just going for it, taking Beth in her arms and laying her down on the floor, but it was concrete and looked uncomfortable. Plus, she wasn't going to make her move until she was sure it wouldn't impact her chances at the job. "And over here is the break room," Beth said, subtly taking Theresa's hand and pulling her toward an open door by the stairs. As they entered, Beth hit a light switch and the first thing Theresa noticed was the double bed against the wall. But playing it cool, she said nothing, wandering over to the television and DVD player against the opposite wall. "This is a nice setup," she remarked, picking up a DVD box and examining it while Beth tried unsuccessfully to read the title. "Do you have your employees watch training videos down here? Beth's Bakery: A New Employee "Sometimes," Beth said, silently breathing a sigh of relief. "We like to keep up on the latest techniques and safety issues. You know how it is." "Oh yes," Theresa said, then read aloud the title on the box, Cheerleader Orgies Two: Moms and Coaches. Turning and smiling at Beth, she said, "That does sound very educational. I'm certain I could learn a thing or two from it." Beth blushed, her face a deep scarlet. "Yeah, that's probably Belle's," she managed to say. "Well, I really look forward to meeting her," Theresa said in as suggestive a tone of voice as she could manage. Her pussy was now on fire and her nipples felt as hard as diamonds. She cast a meaningful glance at the bed. "Is this where we have the hands-on portion of the interview?" Beth grinned back at her. "Oh, you have the job, don't worry about that. But if you'd like to give me a demonstration of your talents, I certainly wouldn't say no." Theresa approached her, unbuttoning her suit jacket and shrugging it off. "In that case, I'd like to express my gratitude for your confidence in me." On reaching Beth, she wrapped both her arms around her new boss' neck and pulled her in for a firm, deep kiss. The simmering lust both women had been resisting for the past thirty minutes now overwhelmed them and in seconds, they had stripped each other of all clothing and tumbled onto the bed, bodies pressed hard together. Hands, lips and tongues eagerly explored unfamiliar but willing flesh. Beth was sucking furiously on one of Theresa's small, firm nipples when Jesse's voice came floating down from the stairs. "Hey Beth, I'm finished up here. You need me for anything down there?" It was clear from his tone that he guessed what was happening and Beth initially thought, why not. But Theresa caught her eye and shook her head no. "I can't...not yet," she whispered. Beth nodded, and then called out, "No thanks. Just lock up when you leave, Jesse. Have a good afternoon." Two-thirds down the stairs, Jesse, knowing full well what his boss and this new lady were doing, frowned. Theresa was the epitome of the sexy MILF in his opinion and he'd hoped to have a go at her, but he dutifully turned away and headed back up the stairs. Next time, he thought. Theresa gave Beth an apologetic look. "It's complicated, with my husband. I can explain," she said. "You don't have to," Beth said, pushing her back down and covering Theresa's mouth with her own. She then began sliding down the woman's remarkably firm body. For a mother of two, Theresa was in fantastic shape. Her large breasts were still firm with very little sag and her abs were flat and hard. Beth noticed that Theresa kept her dark pubic hair trimmed but not waxed, which she approved. She nuzzled her lover's bush, relishing the strong aroma and heat emanating from it. She ran her tongue slowly along Theresa's labia, just brushing the tops of her engorged lips. She began giving soft, petite kisses along her opening and then, using her fingers to pull about the outer lips, inserted her tongue into the sopping wet and wonderfully warm pussy gleaming before her. Above her, Theresa moaned and began manhandling her large, fleshy breasts. She pressed her cunt up to meet Beth's mouth and wrapped her legs around the blonde's upper body. Her whole body was throbbing, jolts of pleasure shooting outward from her pussy with greater and greater force and frequency as Beth drove her tongue faster and faster into Theresa's sex. Finally, when Beth began to push hard against her clit, Theresa felt herself convulse and a wave a fire washed over her. When it receded, she went limp and Beth began to gently kiss her way back up to Theresa's mouth. "God that was fantastic," Theresa said. "Let me catch my breath and then I'm going to feast on you." Beth smiled and lay down beside her newest lover, running her fingers lightly over Theresa's breasts and stomach. After a minute, Theresa rolled on top of Beth and began kissing her hard, then worked her way down, sucking and biting on Beth's pert tits before moving to the main course. It was obvious to Beth that Theresa had considerable experience with women. The way she just grazed her mouth along Beth's swollen pussy lips, giving soft little kisses and licks, how she used just the right amount of force when swirling the tip of her tongue around her clit and quickly found Beth's g-spot with her fingers, all indicated a woman skilled in the lesbian arts. In no time at all, Beth found herself shaking as a strong orgasm built within her and then burst forth as Theresa launched an all-out attack on her cunt. "Fuuuuck!" she cried as she came, her hands clenched into Theresa's long, dark hair. Her new employee moved up and lay beside her. They wrapped their arms around each other and began to make out, enjoying the special post-coital bliss shared between two new lovers. "So," Beth asked, brushing a strand of Theresa's hair from her face. "When can you start?" Other possible titles in the Beth's Bakery series: 1: Beth's Bakery Gets Burgled, in which Beth seduced the two police officers who investigate a late-night attempted burglary 2: Beth's Bakery's Valentines Party, in which the bakery hosts a wild Valentine's Day party for Trish's Wiccan group 3: Beth's Bakery: Old Friends, in which two of Beth's old college friends come for a visit Other story ideas are always welcome.