[STRESSED CHEF]
"Oh my gawd! Chef! Are you alright?!" The assistant worriedly exclaimed as he saw his superior lying on top of the kitchen work table naked as a newborn curled up like a fetus.
The assistant rushed to the table and tried to pull the chef's arms to help him get up.
"I think I may not be able to deliver our client's orders. I have already sent them seventeen samples of cakes for their party but they still have not approved any of them!" the pastry chef moaned as he flexed in further, "I should have not accepted this large project."
The renowned chef was currently experiencing popularity due to his delicious baked goods and his radical practices in the kitchen. He works and creates his products while wearing nothing at all. Some may call this unhygienic, however he claims that the liberation brought about being naked in the kitchen makes him more effective.
Apparently, not all his clients are happy with his results.
The assistant looked at his superior's body with pity and awe. Whatever dysfunctional coping the chef is going through that made all this flour powder spread out into his hunky stature, it made the superior look as delectable as his baked creations.
He signed up to be an assistant in this kitcheb to be as successful as the chef. However, he always got lustfully distracted by his superior's tasty manliness.
"Hey, if you want to touch me, go ahead," the chef mumbled.
The assistant's eyes widened, "sorry?! What?!"
The chef looked up at him and grinned. "I have seen how you look at me everytime I do my cooking in the nude. Go on. Touch me. I might just get inspiration when my hot assistant shows a little bit more intimacy."
"Are you serious?!"
"Yes."
Tentatively, the assistant stretched his arm and landed it on the lying man's biceps. He felt the heat of the skin, hardness of the muscle and coarseness of the flour. His palms explored the hunky body hungrily.
"When I say touch, I mean sex. Have sex with me," the chef retorted, "make love to me."
The assistant flinched at what he heard.
Impatiently, the chef got up and locked lips with his subordinate. "Hmm. your lips taste good. I should recreate this in the cake maybe the client would like it."
[STRESSED CHEF]
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