“Good morning!” Belle chimed happily, “How are you today, Adam?”
“Doin’ all right…” the middle-aged man yawned, the door closing behind him. A smile passed between him and the bubbly blonde behind the bakery counter. The grin Belle wore invigorated him like a sugar rush, her outfit a farm boy’s dream. A white low-side tank top revealed the sides of her torso and her usual black sports bra cradling an ample E-cup chest. Over this, she always wore a pair of form-fitting overalls strapped over her shoulders and usually covered in flour.
“I look forward to seeing your smile every morning. Gotta say it might be the highlight of my day. Your smile, and these delicious doughnuts, of course.”
“Awww, you’re so sweet,” she sighed, placing a hand over her heart. The sight of her fingers gently pushing against her pillowy chest was a welcome sight as well, but Adam didn’t dare express his feelings there. Belle continued, “You’re one of my favorite customers. There’s a lot of people out there who don’t like mornings…”
Laughing he responded, “We can’t all be as full of whimsy as you are at six in the morning. How early do you get up?”
“I’m in here at four a.m. every day!”
“Did you say four a.m.??”
“Bright and early! Bread and doughnuts aren’t going to make themselves!” Belle’s giggly smile was like a sunrise to the tired man, voluminous blonde hair hanging around her shrugging shoulders like a golden waterfall. Watching her bounce around her bakery never failed to make him feel younger. A slice of wax paper in her hand she asked, “What do we feel like today? Your usual bear claw?”
“No, no…” he hummed, looking through the glass case. “I think I feel like one of the Bavarian creams today. You got a nice full one? I need a kick in the pants.”
“Oh I’ve got just the one.” Belle disappeared into the back before returning with a heavy paper bag. “This one had an extra large hole so I could fit a lot more in it!”
Adam’s snickering drew a confused look from the baker until she had realized how sexual her last comment had sounded. “I-I’m sorry!” she cried, face blushing bright red, “That came out much worse than I meant it to!”
“Don’t worry about it!” Adam chuckled, “Happy to hear I’ll get my sugar quota for the week. Usual price?”
Belle slid the bag across the counter and shook her head, hair falling over her shoulders. “On the house. Have a good Monday, Adam.”
“Ah, Belle… You’re a dream. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he accepted, waving as the door chimed his exit.
“See you in the morning!” Belle called, leaning on the counter. Left alone she scolded herself, “Can’t believe I said such a thing out loud!” Straightening her back and wiping her hands on the front of her overalls, she strode into the back kitchen. “Think before you speak, dummy!”
Inside a fridge sat a favorite guilty pleasure of hers. Withdrawing a can of whipped cream, Belle filled her mouth with the foamy treat. A dollop fell from her lips to her personal shelf below and she giggled before wiping it away with her finger. More customers could be seen approaching for their morning breastfast treats and pick-me-ups. Not wanting to get caught, Belle returned the can to the fridge and steeled herself for what was to be another busy morning.
Meanwhile, across the street sat two pairs of eyes watching her intently.
“Look at her over there, bouncing around as if this is the greatest dream in the world. I can almost hear her cutsey Minnie Mouse voice from here. She’s like some Disney princess; I can’t stand it.”
