Judge Me by Abby Knox

Author:Abby Knox [Knox, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Abby Knox, LLC
Published: 2021-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Phillip

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These people look like they’ve seen a ghost.

But it’s just me. I’m the specter of expert bread baking, and today is Bread Day.

None of these contestants had better deliver anything less than perfection, or it’s going to be destruction come judgment time.

Except for Chloe. By her own admission, she’s going to fail this round with flying colors. I have an entire particular type of judgment waiting for her, and only her.

But that will have to wait until tomorrow, after Cake Day.

I do the maths in my head, and that’s thirty hours away. Good god, how will I last that long?

What was I thinking, going to her room last night?

And now my willy threatens to destroy my trousers if I don’t set it free.

I explain the rules: each baker must produce a 3-D work of art with their bread. Chloe, of course, is the only one jumping up and down with excitement at her workstation.

Today, she wears a frilly pinstripe apron, and her hair is twisted up into two buns, fastened with sparkly barrettes. Her crop top, paired with an extra-short plaid skirt, makes her appear much younger than she is. She’s aiming for schoolgirl bombshell, just to twist the knife in my side. She’s mocking me over my concerns about our age difference. While she works, I see the softness of her hips just out over the top of her waistband. I want so badly to grab onto that cushion, bend her over her workstation and take her from behind, I have to bite my tongue. Firmly. I’m equal parts frustrated and annoyed. If she wants to torture a caged man, she’s doing it exactly right.

I have to take a walk to cool off. I might have to jump in the lake.

“Phillip!” the director calls after me, and I know why. I’m supposed to be available to provide “talking head” footage about the contest and what I’m expecting. There’s loads of time for that after I get some relief.

I stand in the shower for the second time this morning, gritting my teeth, my eyes rolling back in my head, as I grip my cock with thoughts of her. She’s done it now. The image of her in that outfit and her silly space buns has done me in. She knows full well what she’s doing. When she bent over to turn on her oven, legs spread wide for my benefit, I could see the entire crotch of her wet knickers.

Finishing alone in the shower feels like anything but finished. I’m not satisfied, and I won’t be until that pretty little petal is riding my cock. Until I’m filling her up with my cum.

I asked her to be a good girl today, and look what she’s done to me.

I’ve yanked myself to completion, and I’m still frustrated. All I see is those soft, pouty lips. I can still feel them. My body remembers Chloe’s every soft curve and valley pressed against me.

Pull yourself together, man. You promised her that her first night would be special, and it damn well better be.

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