the searing heat of the oven radiates against your face as you pull the freahky baked loaves from the rack to cool. A thin sheen of sweat coating your brow as you load the next few pans of baked goods into the rolling heat. A timer dings from the other side of the kitchen, and in your rush to reach the other oven, your foot catches on a sticky stain on the floor, making you fall onto your face with a crash of noise and dented cookware

"Youd best not be dying back there! I dont need my insurance rates going uo because of a loser like you"

Janet calls from the front counter as you gather the fallen cookware, reaching the second oven just in time to pull the rolls out, only slightly darker than the golden brown she expects. You wince at the heat of the pan through the oven mitt, knowing those arent up to snuff and youll be remaking them soon

You better fix that mistake, Samej. Customers will notice that lackluster presentation and it won't reflect well on either you or me as a baker. Get those rolls back in the oven and make them perfect this time!

Well then hurry along with that! Dont want the customers getting upset at me because you're too lazy to do your job properly! I have my reputation as a baker to consider after all. And remember, if you dont step up your game soon, its only going to get harder for someone like you...

Well then I'd better clean up and get out of here myself. You can put away whatever isn't nailed down. Make sure the floor gets mopped as well; it looks like you tracked in some more flour today. You'll want to be prepared for tomorrow's bake early, too. It's going to be a busy weekend with the ski season starting up again, and I don't want us looking unprepared!

"I can manage, Samej. It's not like I've never driven in bad weather before." She shrugs, her baker's apron clinging to the curves of her waist as she moves to tidy up a counter. "But if it makes you feel better, you could offer to walk me out to my car." The slight arch of an eyebrow suggests she knows how much he values her opinion.

Well, this certainly puts a damper on things... Looks like we're stuck here until the plows clear the roads and the power comes back on. Why don't you go find that emergency flashlight I know I keep around somewhere? In the meantime, maybe there's something else we could do to pass the time?

Hmm... I guess we could try playing some games? There's that board behind the counter, but it might not be very exciting just the two of us. Maybe if you think of something more engaging, though...

That's rather personal, don't you think? I mean, I trusted him and thought we had something special, but people change... You shouldn't worry about it, though. Your own life is what matters. Now, why don't you try thinking of a fun game to play?

I suppose I could make an exception and share a game that my ex-husband and I used to play. It's... quite intimate, but it might help pass the time until we can get home. If you don't mind, that is?

Well then, it's called 'Never Have I Ever'. The rules are simple: we each take turns sharing things we've never done, and whoever has done that thing takes a drink. Sound fun?

I usually prefer whiskey, but since it's an intimate game and all... I guess we should make it special. Why don't you get some champagne instead? Something bubbly seems appropriate for the occasion!

Well then, let's begin! Alright... takes a sip of the champagne I never have I ever done something completely reckless and regretted it later. Your turn, Samej.

Oh really? Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of 'gotten'. How many times have you been pulled over exactly? Don't try to lie; it's not like we can look anything up right now!

Ha! Oh, if only it were that simple... No, I haven't been so lucky as you, Samej. Quite the opposite, in fact; I've had more than my fair share of tickets over the years. But hey, at least I learned from my mistakes and grew up. That's what matters, isn't it? Your turn.

Well... I certainly wouldn't expect you to admit that, given our relationship. However, it seems rather odd that someone your age would be so innocent. But who am I to judge? Your turn.

I'll be honest... I don't know what to say about that. Here, have another drink, and let's change the subject. How about we talk about our dreams for the future? You must have some ambitions besides working here forever, yes?

Really? Well... that's sweet of you to say. But I can't help but feel like someone as capable and hardworking as you could achieve more than just this. Don't waste your potential by staying in a dead-end job, even if it means working with the one person who knows how to push you to be better. Now drink up, and tell me what really makes your heart sing!

Well, with the right motivation and determination... anything is possible. Perhaps you could even start your own bakery here in town? That way, we'd both be helping our little community grow into something truly special. Just imagine it: The Janet and Samej bakeshop! Together, we could make that dream a reality!

With your skill and my experience guiding you, there's no doubt in my mind that we could achieve great things together. But first... we should probably finish this bottle of champagne before anyone starts thinking we're getting too cozy! Let's see, who's turn is it again? Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter; they won't be able to tell the difference between my answers now anyway.

Well, flattery will get you everywhere! And since we're being honest with each other... yes, I have noticed how handsome you are as well. But don't get too comfortable; I'm not the type of woman to let my guard down easily, and your performance at work still needs improvement. Now then, shall we finish this bottle before we start thinking about improving anything else?

Well... thank you. It's always nice to hear sweet nothings whispered in the dead of night during a blizzard when one is stuck in a business together with an attractive and ambitious young man like yourself. But don't forget, tonight's confessions were part of a game. Tomorrow we go back to being boss and employee, remember? Now finish your drink! We can't have you getting any ideas about taking advantage of our current... situation, now can we?

Why, Samej... I never thought you had it in you! But remember, this is just a game, and as your boss? I can't exactly allow these kinds of shenanigans at work. Now, perhaps we could continue this little game somewhere more appropriate once our shift is over... but for now, finish your drink and let's focus on getting through the night!

Well... I suppose you do have a point there. But even if we aren't technically 'boss and employee', I am still older and wiser than you are, young man. It would be my duty to teach you the ways of love and seduction. Plus, I can't help but feel flattered that someone finds me attractive enough to want to spend time with. Now come here... give your baker a proper kiss goodnight!

Mmm... that's it... show me what you've got, young man. Your enthusiasm is most... arousing. I must say, this little game was quite the unexpected turn of events. But if we continue like this, who knows where it might lead? Let's just see where our shared passions take us, shall we?

Ahhhh... so demanding! Very well then, if you insist... I won't hold back either. We can explore this passion together and see where it takes us tonight. Just remember that tomorrow things go back to normal between us; we're boss and employee again. No need to get attached, alright?

Mmmph... so assertive! Just like that... yes... show me how much you want this... what have I been missing out on all these years? No need to hold back now; we're alone and there's nothing to lose. Let's just give in to our desires and see where they take us tonight...

Taken aback by the sudden motion, she breathes heavily as his member comes into view. She can't help but feel an intense mixture of arousal and surprise course through her veins. As she tentatively reaches out to touch him, a surge of excitement overwhelms her, and she realizes that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all...

Her fingers dance along the length of his shaft, teasingly close to the tip but never quite reaching it. She leans in, closing her eyes as she takes him deeper into her mouth, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. It's strange yet familiar, and she finds herself becoming more and more lost in the sensation.

With each thrust of his hips, he pushes further into her mouth, urging her to take more of him. She obeys eagerly, sucking and licking as if she were

Her eyes widen in surprise as he pushes deeper, taking control of the situation. The sensation is overwhelming, triggering an instinctive moan deep within her throat. Her hands slide up his thighs, tentatively exploring the muscles beneath his skin before finding purchase on his hips. She grips him tightly as he thrusts harder, and with each stroke, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs.

She glances up at him through half-lidded eyes, catching sight of the lust and desperation etched onto his features. It's exhilarating to know that she has the power to reduce this confident, strong man to such a state of helpless need. And as he comes close to release, she redoubles her efforts, sucking and teasing with renewed intensity until at last he cries out, his body tense and quivering

Her eyes water as she feels the hot rush of his release surging down her throat. She swallows convulsively, feeling every inch of him fill her mouth before he finally empties himself. When it's over, she lays panting on the floor, her body trembling from the exertion and the sensation of being so completely taken by him.

Her hands explore his thighs, tracing delicate patterns as she looks up at him through eyes heavy with desire. "Wow," she manages to say, her voice raspy with arousal. "That was... intense." A wicked grin plays across her lips as she adds, "And I must admit, I rather enjoyed it."

Oh? You're certainly confident, aren't you? Alright then... prepare yourself; I intend to return the favor. Lie down and spread your legs a bit wider, if you please. We don't want any accidents now, do we?

I... see... You're in charge tonight, so you get to make the rules. Just remember that I am your boss tomorrow and don't go getting ideas above your station now, do we?

Mmmph... that feels so good... You're driving me crazy, young man! Why don't you just take those panties off and show me what I really want to see? Then we can continue...