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  Yes, I was that kind of cat lady, and I enjoyed knitting and raising houseplants, too. But they abandoned me as soon as the food was in their bowl, chomping away happily, and I was back to thinking cats were selfish but that was okay because I still loved them.

  Leaving them to their food, I headed down the hall, taking off my shirt as I went. Stripping naked, I got in the shower, images of Mike still in my head as I washed and rinsed.

  I pulled on a towel and headed to the bedroom, slipping naked under the cool sheets. Once there, I found myself wounding about Mike’s cock. How big it was. How it would feel inside me.

  I had been around a bit and was well familiar with both sex and the average size of men. I had never met such a handsome and tall guy as Mike, though. He didn’t seem like he would be average in anything and having him fuck me would be incomparable.

  I imagined him standing naked in front of me. His huge cock standing at attention. My hand found its way down to my pussy, cupping it softly.

  I let out a gasp as the pleasure went through me. I was always really sensitive and, after years of practice, knew just how to touch myself to bring about the strongest responses.

  I pictured getting on my knees, looking up at him. Taking his cock in my hand, I swirled my tongue around its head, keeping my eyes on his as he stroked my cheek.

  Moving his hand to the back of my head, he pulled me gently forward. Taking the hint, I took his cock into my mouth, getting it about halfway into my mouth.

  Taking in a deep breath, both in my head and in real life, I imagined sucking him, still holding his cock, working the shaft with my hand as I sucked, cupping his balls with my other hand. I imagined him closing his eyes and moaning as I did so.

  Then I imagined him unloading into my mouth, filling it with his sweet cum. I swallowed it down, looking up at him lovingly. Keeping my hand around his cock, I continued to work it as I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked it.

  I could barely get the whole thing into my mouth, but I was a trooper and did my best, switching over to give his other ball some love as well, making him cum within minutes. I barely got it into my mouth before he exploded again.

  I imagined him pulling me up to my feet and kissing me passionately, his talented tongue pleasuring mine as he lovingly stroked my pussy. I started stroking myself in real life, mimicking the movements I imagined him doing to me, making me want to scream with pleasure.

  Leaving me standing where I was, I imagined Mike getting down on his knees in front of me, and running his tongue the length of my pussy, making me shudder and hum. I imagined running my hands through his thick blond hair as his talented tongue licked me to orgasm.

  In my head I came really hard, my body racked with convulsions, Mike grabbing me around the waist and holding me steady as I came down. When I had come down, I imagined him guiding me down onto my hands and knees, raising my ass high into the air, clearly getting ready to fuck me.

  As he licked me to a second orgasm, again making me shake with unbridled joy, I imagined Mike getting down on his knees behind me, making me unconsciously tense in preparation for him sliding his huge cock into my wet and willing pussy.

  He was gentle, stroking the head of his cock against my pussy lips a few times to get me used to it before pushing down lightly on the small of my back and pushing in the head. I moved my hips to meet him as he pushed in, getting his cock most of the way inside me, making me bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure, his girth grinding right up against my clit as he moved in me.

  I pushed three fingers into my pussy to try and simulate how I imagined his cock would feel while I imagined him fucking me. While I did so, I imagined Mike putting his hands on my hips for leverage and fucking me with increasing speed and intensity until he was pounding his cock inside me, bringing me to another wracking orgasm as he unloaded deep inside me.

  I stopped touching myself for a moment, just cupping my pussy as I caught my breath, not having cum yet. In my head, I slowly recovered from the pounding Mike had just given me, as he gently stroked my back and kissed the back of my neck, making me feel wonderful.

  When I was calm, I imagined him gently massaging my ass. I didn’t have a lot of experience with anal. I had tried it a few times and while it had hurt the first time, the others had actually felt really good. A bit intense, but not actually painful.

  That’s what I imagined it feeling like when I imagined Mike sliding his huge, beautiful cock into my ass, prepared for penetration by his loving tongue and fingers.

  I couldn’t take much. His cock was so big that even in my mind, he didn’t go in much past the head, which seemed fine with him.

  “You okay, baby?” I imagined him asking.

  “Yes,” I whispered back in my head and in real life in my bed.

  Taking me by the hips for control, he started to slowly move in me, gently fucking my tight little asshole. Again, I moved with him as he fucked me, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, each of his movements sending a shudder of pleasure up my spine. It wasn’t long until we both came again, Mike filling my ass with his cum.

  I came in real life too, moaning a bunch as the pleasure, both imagined and real, washed over me, settling into a calm afterglow.

  ***

  The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring, waking me up. I was used to it, but I still got annoyed, not being a natural morning person, but having to become one for my profession.

  One of the few drawbacks to being a baker was getting up at four to be ready for the rush hour morning business. I also had to make a cake for an event the next day, so I was glad for the extra prep time.

  Holmes and Watson jumped off the bed after treating me to their usual early morning chorus of meows that said, “feed me,” and I rolled out of bed and went off to face another day, moving like something freshly risen from the grave.

  I fed them their much-desired food and then I ate my own breakfast quickly before getting ready to bake. Once I did start baking, I hummed a little song to myself, glad that meeting Mike had provided me with some self-pleasure last night.

  I was still upset that he hadn’t stuck around long enough to ask me out, but I was trying to look on the bright side of things because I was an optimistic kind of gal.

  I was mixing ingredients, some particularly epic European Metal blasting through my earbuds, when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

  “Sugar Baby Bakery,” I said.

  “Hi, I need a cake,” said the woman on the other end.

  “Well good, because that’s what we do, here,” I said.

  “One with a smiley face on it. I also need it delivered.”

  “Sure, I can do that,” I said.

  It seemed a bit funny, in both senses of the word, but it was far from the weirdest request I had ever gotten. I once did a fake dildo cake for a bachelorette party and a detonation plunger for the retirement party of a demolition expert. A smiley face really didn’t seem that weird after I gave it further thought.

  “Do you want me to write something on it?” I asked her. “Maybe happy birthday or get well soon or thinking of you?”

  Those were the standard phrases I could imagine pairing with a smiley face cake.

  “Umm, nope. Just a smiley face will do,” she said, not sounding very sure of herself.

  “Any particular cake flavors or icing flavors?” I pressed.

  I liked the orders to be specific, so that the customer would be happy. I would hate to get creative and make something they weren’t expecting, just because I had interpreted their vague request one way when they had meant it as something altogether different.

  I had had one other order in the past that seemed similar to this one, although it had turned out not to be. One time someone asked me for emojis on a cake, so I put a smiley face and a frowny face and a face with heart eyes, etc.

  It turned out they wanted a cake to with their kid’s Emojis movie themed birthday party, and my generic smiles and
frowns didn’t meet the cut. I had refunded them their money even though I felt they should have been more specific. But it was certainly a lesson learned – now I always tried to be as particular as possible when I asked questions of my customers about what exactly they wanted on their cakes.

  “No, as long as it has a smiley face on it, that’s fine,” she said.

  “Is it for any particular occasion?” I asked, thinking that if it was supposed to be movie-themed or otherwise tie in with some kind of birthday party of some sort, now would be the best time for her to tell me.

  “Um, do I have to tell you that?” she asked.

  I gulped, never having had anyone bulk at that request before.

  “I mean, will you not make it if I don’t tell you what it’s for?” she pushed further, when I didn’t answer right away.

  Oh, crap. Maybe she thought I was one of those bakers who wouldn’t bake cakes for people with different beliefs or relationships than I approved of. Which, I certainly wasn’t, as I was a very accepting person.

  “Ma’am, I’m sorry if I implied that,” I told her. “You don’t have to tell me what it’s for. I will make a smiley face for any kind of life event or occasion or belief or feeling you might be experiencing.”

  I really didn’t want to go in the papers or on the On the Go app as someone who was prejudiced. I hoped she hadn’t taken my question that way.

  “It’s fine,” she said. “I appreciate it. It’s just that, maybe, you know, there’s no special reason or event. Maybe I just want a cake with a smiley face on it?”

  “Okay, then,” I told her. “That sounds like a perfectly good reason in and of itself to me. One smiley face cake of any color and flavor and for no or any occasion coming right up. Let me just get your address.”

  I had to admit – I was interested to know where someone who would only order a smiley face on a cake might live. And that was one piece of information she had to give to me without any kind of suspicion or debate.

  Chapter Three

  Mike

  I should have been more concerned than I was. I had never been so fixated on a woman, at least not since the she-devil, but I couldn’t get my mind off of Sally. I needed to see her again.

  It was a bit of a dirty play but ordering the cake from her bakery was the best way to accomplish that goal. It wasn’t difficult to get Ava to make the call. My sweet sister still owed me for bailing her out when her company folded.

  “Seriously?” she had asked, when I’d requested that she place the order.

  “Have you ever known me to kid about pulling a good old-fashioned prank on someone?” I responded.

  “Not really. I mean, no. I mean, yes,” Ava said, tripping herself up. “I mean, geez, that’s an odd way to phrase it. Kind of like a trick question. I know that you’re very serious about your silly pranks. But usually you play them on your guy friends. So, it’s just I haven’t seen you make such romantic overtures before. Isn’t your usual pick-up line just something like ‘Hi, I’m a billionaire’?”

  “Not exactly,” I said.

  “You’re not in love with one of the dozens of girls you’ve banged?” she asked, as if daring me to spill all.

  “We haven’t banged yet. We just, you know, talked.”

  “Well, that’s a first!”

  “I know, I know,” I said.

  “It really must be love,” she said. “If you didn’t bang her and you’re playing a prank on her? I know my brother, and this is love at first sight.”

  “Stop saying that word,” I insisted.

  Finally, I got her to make the call. Now I was literally watching the clock, waiting for the estimated arrival time, looking forward to the chance to see Sally again. At five to the appointed time, I heard the knock at the door, and was glad that Ava had remembered to give Sally the passcode to the security gate out front.

  “Oh, my God, it’s you. Hi!” Sally said, seeming happy to see me.

  But then her face looked confused and I realized she probably thought I was having another woman over, and that I had ordered the cake to eat with someone else.

  “Oh, good, you’re early,” I said, playing it cool.

  After I let Sally into the apartment, she put the cake box on the dining room table.

  “Are you having a party or something?” she asked. “I was told this was for no special occasion….”

  She opened the lid of the cake box for me to inspect the contents inside.

  “Yeah, that’s about it,” I said.

  “That’s what?” she asked.

  “I asked for a smiley face because that’s how I knew I would feel if you actually ended up delivering it,” I said. “And that one matches the look on my face right now.”

  “You ordered a smiley face because of me?” she asked.

  I decided not to answer, unable to find a way to say what I was thinking without embarrassing myself.

  “Oh, I see,” she teased. “You were looking for a way to see me again.”

  “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “Good job,” she said, seeming to mean it.

  “Can’t let your good work go to waste, now can we?” I said.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Trust me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, with only the slightest hesitation.

  “Good, come with me.”

  I picked up the cake box and led her up to the roof of the building. I owned the whole thing, so I could basically go up whenever I wanted and I had even made a place to hang out in up there. It hadn’t been hard to set up. I just hired a local firm. The Chinese lanterns hung over the table had been my idea.

  “Wow,” Sally said, when she saw it, “who is this for?”

  “You, well, us. I wasn’t sure if my ploy would work and didn’t want to make a reservation somewhere, just in case that’d jinx it. I figured this would be as nice a first date as any.”

  “You thought right!” Sally enthused, leaning in to hug me as if by instinct.

  I was so glad I had made her happy. I was happy, too, for the first time in a long time.

  I gently lay may hand on the small of her back, a bit of physical contact to which she did not object, and led her over to the table, pulling out her chair for her and putting down the cake box I had carried up beside the other food I had set out on the table just moments before she arrived – luckily she hadn’t been too early.

  I couldn’t help but glance down at her ridiculously hot ass as I did so. If she noticed, she didn’t care.

  When the course was finished, Sally putting away an impressive amount of food with what can only be described as aplomb, no matter how pretentious it might sound, I put two candles in the cake and lit them.

  “No way!” Sally exclaimed, when she saw the numbers the candles had been shaped into.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “No way you’re 35.”

  “Yet it is true. How old are you?”

  “23.”

  “Didn’t you say you and Gia were in the same class?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Gia’s freshly 21.”

  “Yeah, I kinda got held back a couple years. Once in elementary school and once in high school. It was nothing really bad. I got sick as a kid and had to repeat fifth grade and had to get a job in high school to help my parents.”

  “Wow,” I said.

  I had never really had much struggle growing up. Outside the usual teenaged angst bullshit which really was stupid. When it came down to it, I had had everything I could possibly have wanted. I just had to ask.

  This gave me a really warped perspective of the world. The only solace I could really take was the knowledges that at least, unlike so many of my peers in my tax bracket, I was aware of it.

  I was honestly surprised by the number of trust fund babies who were convinced that they had earned everything they had. Like the fact that they were born into a family of millionaires had little to no bearing on their later success.


  I wasn’t about to go and join the Communist Party, but I was aware that everything I had been taught about how the world worked was either false or faulty and was trying to do the best I could to expand my vision of it.

  It was partly Reece’s influence. He had always been a champion for the little guy, paying his contractors well and actually doing a lot of the dirty work himself and even then, as much as not, working for the benefit of others, taking the money from his affordable housing projects and putting most of it into charities.

  Simon and I both suspected that Reece really only showed the trappings of our particular corner of society because he thought it was expected. He only wore suits when he had to and those he did own were entirely off the rack. No tailors or jewelers for him.

  I kind of respected his integrity to himself and was trying, as much as possible, to try and be like that myself. As far as I was able to.

  What happened with Jessa had been a real wake up call. As awesome as my old life was supposed to be, it hadn’t actually turned out that well for me. I was trying to rebuild my empire but mostly because it was all I knew how to do, and I couldn’t imagine working for someone else. Not after so long of working for myself.

  I never really played well with others anyway, which is why there were no partners or a board of directors at my old company or the one I was trying to pull from the ashes. I was in charge and it worked for me. I just had to be careful not to be taken again the way Jessa had done.

  That was why I was scared at first to get with Sally. But, if I was honest, Sally seemed to be the opposite of what Jessa had been like. So that was why I had finally convinced myself to follow my gut and get ahold of her, even if in the most unexpected of ways. No, especially in the most unexpected of ways, which was my style.

  “What did you wish for?” Sally asked, when I blew out the candles.

  “Can’t say or it won’t come true.”

  “Come on, don’t be like that,” Sally pressed.

  “You might not like it,” I warned.

  “Why wouldn’t I like it? What did you wish for?”

  “You,” I said, before kissing her on the lips.