Alicia woke up feeling good. She turned off the alarm, yawned, and pushed back the sheets. She propped herself up against the headboard and looked down at her body. Alicia ran her hands over her breasts and down her tummy, then explored the curves of her thighs. A week ago, she had found herself looking for signs of aging. Now she simply felt beautiful, sexy, desirable. She liked the feeling, and she wanted it to last.
Alicia smiled a wicked smile. She got up and started her morning routine without getting dressed. The chair at the kitchen table was cold under her ass, but otherwise she delighted in being naked. In the shower, she carefully shaved her legs, and admired the way the water flowed over them. Then she studied her bush. She hadn't shaved her soft parts for years, but suddenly she wanted nothing to hide her sex. She took her time, both because she was out of practice, and because she wanted to be thorough.
After drying off, Alicia padded back to the bedroom. When she'd found the mirror last night, she'd seen something else interesting. It was an old Victoria's Secret bag. She took it out and opened it. After a boyfriend at the culinary institute dumped her, Alicia's friend had got her drunk and taken her shopping. The new lingerie was supposed to help her find a rebound guy, but she'd never worn any of it. There were several sexy bras and matching panties. The last time she looked at them, she'd thought they were vaguely slutty. But today, she wanted to feel silk and lace against her smooth places. She considered the red for a moment, but chose black instead. The panties felt as good as she'd hoped, cupping her sex. The bra was half a size too small, but she liked how it lifted her breasts.
Alicia noticed the time. She quickly finished getting dressed and ran to the bus stop.
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Mondays were usually slow. After the morning rush of danish, muffins, cinnamon buns, and coffee, the bakery was quiet. Alicia's employee left to go to class. Alicia took out her laptop and started doing her least favorite thing: balancing the books. She preferred to bake with the best ingredients. Confronting the financial realities of a small business was always a compromise between her passions and her sensibility. There were so many tedious expenses, like insurance, and paying her lawyer's retainer.
Alicia was frowning at a spreadsheet when the door chimed. She looked up, then stared. The Master from the mirror was choosing a table. He was wearing the same vintage suit, complete with the blue ring. Alicia was fascinated by how He moved: how He carried Himself, and how He sat down like He owned the building. She was reminded of royalty.
If He was aware of her staring, He gave no notice. He picked up a menu and opened it. Alicia smoothed her apron and walked to His table. She tried to find her smile, but all she could think about was that He'd seen her naked.
"Cheshire Desserts," He said in a low, confident voice. "That's clever." He sounded sincere, and His tone was crisp yet approving. Alicia smiled with pleasure. He looked up from the menu, and fixed her with His unusual green eyes. He ran His attention slowly down her body, without scruples. He looked at her the way a man looks at a stripper, but without any unease. "I was curious about your other sweets. But of course, you'll bring me a slice of chocolate cake." He smiled enigmatically. Alicia blushed, feeling the heat race up her neck and cheeks. "Yes... Sir," she found herself saying. She somehow needed to add an honorific, and desperately hoped that was the right one.
Alicia steadied herself as she walked back behind the counter, feeling His eyes on her back. She told herself that it was a sharp knife and she'd look foolish and clumsy if she wasn't careful. She plated a large slice of cake. Then she picked up one fork, and remembered the Master from Friday night. This new Master, from the mirror... She realized He had an unusual accent. She couldn't place it.
When she set the plate and fork in front of Him, the Master smiled again. "Marvelous." He picked up the fork with long, nimble fingers. Alicia stood there, watching in anticipation. He had given her such ecstasy. She hoped the cake would please Him. He ate slowly, clearly enjoying each bite. He looked at her once, in a way that suggested that He knew she was there, but without dismissing her. With each bite, Alicia felt her mouth water, and she opened her lips slightly. She desperately wanted Him to feed her. He even paused on the last forkful, holding it above the plate and looking at her. Then He slipped it into His mouth. She realized she was holding her breath, and she let it out.
He set the fork down on the plate, and nodded in approval. "You have pleased me," He said, and reached into His coat. "No charge!" she burst out. "Sir." He smiled that enigmatic smile, and His green eyes drank her in again. "Then I shall reward you thus..." He stood up and pushed His chair in. "You are correct. With your complexion, the black looks better than the red."
He didn't wait for a reply, but left the bakery without haste. Alicia stood there speechless. She glanced down at the crumbs on the plate. Then she looked up and watched Him enter the bookstore across the street. She watched Him select a magazine from the rack and pay for it, before sitting in a chair near the window. He began to read.
The door chimed. A group of talking, laughing college students tumbled into the bakery. Alicia let herself fall into the rhythm of taking their orders, serving desserts, and giving them change. She looked across the street every few minutes, and He was still there. She never saw Him look up, but she felt like He was watching her. She could still hear the crisp, accented sound of His voice. She could feel her silk panties, clinging to her shaved sex.
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