Getting Baked (wholesomely)

Mr Peters is there and the trademark whistle of Mrs Turner goes off. "Right then." He barks. "Group 1 are doing Music, Group 2 are doing dance and group 3 are doing baking... AND NO THROWING FOOD AT EACH OTHER." He stares directly at you and Tia and you both act shocked and offended that he knew exactly what you were going to do.

You make your way with the girls to the bakery section and you see a very attractive black woman in probably her late 20s or early 30s. "DAMNNNNN." You and Tia both say in unison before smirking at each other. "Bonjour, I am Naomie. I am here to teach you how to make Profiteroles." You do a fist pump. "Fucking love Profiteroles." Tia giggles. Naomie continues. "I have provided the recipe but i will still go through it with you first. Now go wash your hands."

As you are washing your hands Tia comes up behind you. "Mine are gonna be so much better than yours." She smirks. You look back at her. "Wanna bet?" Tia grins at you. "If i win you have to wear the cat ears the rest of the trip." You raise an eyebrow. "Ok then. But if I win you have to make me breakfast in bed Friday morning in the maid outfit." Tia raises her eyebrows now. "Deal then. Hope those cat ears are comfortable." She winks.

Back at your stations you were ready to begin baking. You see 1 cup of water, half a cup of Butter, quarter teaspoon of salt, 1 cup of all purpose flour, 4 eggs, 2 seperate cups of heavy cream, quarter cup of powrdered/icing sugar, 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract and 9 ounces of chopped chocolate. (Author note: yes i am including a full recipe for profiteroles in a bully to lover sex story).

"Ok first we need to preheat the oven to 220°C or 425F for Americans. Then we need to line the baking tray with baking paper" Naomie said as you follow her instructions. "Now pour the cup of water into the saucepan and bring it to the boil. We need to get it hot like your partner in a bikini." You and Tia both pause. "Did she say what i think she said?" You ask boiling your water. Tia smirks "You'd look great in a bikini." She laughed.

"Now we add the butter and salt to the pan and stir it in until the butter has melted like you into your lovers arms." Naomie smiled as you were getting more and more confused by the bakers remarks. "Well French people are supposed to be romantic." Tia chuckled as you watched her mixing. You could tell she wasn't the most expirienced baker but she was giving it a good go. "Now take the water off the heat and mix in the flour till no lumps remain. In the mixture at least for us girlies." Naomie chuckles as the girls stare at her in shock "Is... Is she doing this on purpose?" You whisper to Tia who is more focused on trying to remove the lumps from her flour. "I don't know maybe." She says with a grunt. She looks over at your mixture looking perfect. "How?" She gasps. You chuckle. "Here let me show you." You say taking the wooden spoon from her. You stir rapidly. "The key is you have to stir energetically with pace to keep it away from the side of the pan." Tia watches you with awe as a realisation dawns on her

(Author note: Part 2 of the recipe is in the next chapter)