Well Jackie still needs frosting

Jackie's eyes lit up with devilish glee as she surveyed the frosting disaster, her tongue darting out to lick a stray glob off her wrist. "Well, sugar," she purred, planting her hands on her hips and letting her gaze drag slowly down Ride's trembling frame, "looks like we got ourselves a lil' problem here. No frosting, ruined rolls... but—" She stepped closer, the squelch of frosting under her bare feet somehow obscene. "I reckon I know where we can get some fresh white glaze. Thick. Sticky. Perfect for bakin'."

Ride's brain short-circuited. "W-Wait, you don’t mean—"

Jackie was already nodding, biting her lip like she was starving. "Oh, I do. C'mon, college boy, don't tell me you ain't got nothin' saved up after all that 'studying'." She hooked a finger into the waistband of his jeans, tugging just enough to make his knees buckle. "Bet you're packed. Bet you got a whole batch just waitin' to pipe out."

Ride made a noise like a deflating balloon, face burning hotter than the oven that murdered the cinnamon rolls. "J-Jackie, I—this isn’t—oh my god—"

"Shhh," she cooed, patting his cheek with frosting-sticky fingers. "Ain't nothin' to be shy 'bout. Just think of it as... community service." Her hand slid down, palming the growing bulge in his pants with a hum of approval. "Mmm, yep. There it is. Knew you had a generous streak in ya."

Ride squeaked, hips jerking involuntarily as Jackie's thumb rubbed slow circles over the fabric. "P-Please—"

"Please what, darlin'?" she teased, leaning in until her breath ghosted over his ear. "Please stop? Or please keep goin'?" Her other hand grabbed the ruined tray of rolls, holding it up like an offering. "C'mon. Be a good boy for me. Fill these buns up nice and proper."

Ride's soul left his body. Jackie's laugh was filthy as she undid his zipper.

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