She bent over again. I couldn't help myself, I had to look. It was supposed to be a quick glance, over and away. But once my eyes were caught by the way her black leggings were stretched to their limit, I was hypnotized. 

Polyester fabric was wedged deep between her cheeks, and I could vaguely see the silhouette of her high rise panties. 

So it stands to reason that I couldn't pull my eyes away, even when she stood back up. Her T-shirt was shaped by her curves, which was only emphasized by how tight her apron was. There wasn't any support for her dropping breasts.

It wasn't until she looked in my direction, that I went back to work.

As I swept the floor, my face was flushed and my groin was swollen. Thankfully, I had an apron of my own to cover my pants. I could only hope she didn't notice me staring. 

We were working in the bakery. Blue (called such for her blue-hair) was my boss. She took care of all the actual baking. My only job was to come in and clean up her mess. And good golly, she sure did make a mess. Frosting on the counters, flour on the floor. Messy dishes, none of the ingredients where they belong. It wouldn't take much for Blue or any of her bakers to clean up after themselves before it all built up. But then I wouldn't have a job, so I suppose I'd live with it.

When Blue was done for the day, she left me a cookie. When I was done for the day, I ate the cookie.

I didn't even take a step before I found myself five feet shorter.