Once Baker leaves the two dik-diks alone with one another, Lerato pulls her mouth away from her husband and pecks him on the cheek. “Don’t get in trouble, now,” she says to him, slipping away and giving him a firm slap before she heads back to join Baker.
Lovemore yips, getting on the tips of his hooves, his lips quivering, his eyes tearing in delight. He turns to watch his wife leave him and smirks as he heads out. There’s so much work to do, after all…
Lerato enters the room of delicacies, admiring the rustic decor a bit. She sits upon a comfortable chair, giving her short form a bit more height as she sits, one leg crossed over the other, her gloved hands resting on the arms of the chair. It’s a plush thing, letting her sink in a little bit, and aside from it, there is a couch with a chase. Of course, the coffee table rests in the middle of the room, ready to be used.
Her ears flicker when she hears the rolling of wheels. The cervine lady watches as the doors open, revealing Baker rolling in a tray of treats, particularly an expensive-looking bottle of some vintage and a cake looking quite similar to the cupcake from earlier..
Instead of his uniform and hat, Baker wears a pink robe tied at the waist with the collar plunging down, revealing more of his fruit-freckled form.
“I do hope you’ve brought your sweet tooth, sugar,” he says, fluttering his visible eye at her.
“From what I understand,” she begins, touching her leg and stroking over her lip, “You have quite the mouth yourself.”
“If it comes to that,” says the baker. “Wine?”
“Oh, please.”
Baker uncorks the bottle, pours the drink, and hands it to the guest with all the practiced grace of a courtesan.
Lerato swirls the glass and sniffs the fruity drink but does not yet bring it to taste. “Tell me, how does a successful business owner decide to sell his body?”
He giggles at that. “Oh, none of these bodies are mine, dear. They are made specifically for the enjoyment of the client.”
“Yet, I had no input in how it looks.” She says this, leaning her cheek into one hand and swirling the glass in another.
“I designed it per your husband’s instructions,” he says, bowing gently, a hand up to his chest.
“Let’s see.”
The baker nods at this and reaches down, pulling at the sash at his waist. He rolls his slender shoulders, revealing his lithe form. Flecks of crumbs fall off as the robe falls to the floor, but his effeminate figure comes into full view, from the fruit-freckled cake skin of his chest down to the spongey cock hanging between his slight legs.
“Do you approve, Madam?”
“Madam improves, indeed.” She says, sipping the wine. She snaps her fingers and holds her hand, palm up. “Now, then, Madam demands cake.”
The feminine male nods and cuts a perfect sixteenth of the delicate treat, serving it on a plate with a golden fork. “For you, madam,” he says, lowering himself to one knee and presenting the snack.
Lerato takes the plate, and Baker takes the empty glass, placing it on the table, still remaining at her feet.
When the dik-dik cuts the fluffy exterior of the delight, she eyes the figure before her. “I’m no sadist,” she says. “I just enjoy being treated as a queen.” She places the cake on her tongue and gently chews, slowly savoring the sweetness of the berries. She shudders, kicking her legs against the front of the chair and rocking back and forth in delight.
Baker nods. “If you make no use of this body to indulge in more taboo desires, I can certainly use it to give you what you desire anyway. Just say the word, and it shall be yours.”
“A man of few morals, are you?” the dik-dik asks, cutting another piece. “What do you want out of arrangements like this.” She says, pressing the cake to her tongue and sighing.
Baker bites his lip, glancing upwards at her. “Only to know that my clients are enjoying themselves.”
She swallows slowly, sithing and patting her stomach, laying back. “Is that so? And do you have limits in how that works?” she asks, tapping her lips.
“Within reason.” He admits.
“I see,” the dik-dik says. “I wonder just how reasonable you can be.” She snickers, leaning back. “Now, what do you know about me, Mister Baker?”
“You are an engineer,” he says, gripping his knees.
“And that’s exactly why my hubby sent me here with you,” she says, her hand slipping down further than her stomach. “You’re a fascinating series of mechanisms and magic—a work of art and ingenuity.”
“I do what I can,” the baker says. “Is speaking of how I work what you desire?” He asks this, a pleading look in his eye.
She shakes her head. “No, not yet. I wanna see how you tick first,” she says. “Or rather, how about you show me how you lick.”
Lerato uncrosses her legs, sitting on the edge of the seat with her legs spread as wide as she can make them. She grips at the hem of her dress, pulling it up, revealing to the servant that underneath her outfit, she has nothing blocking the way between her fuzzy dik-dik pussy and the air between them.
“Now, be a good little boy toy and execute a delightful function, would you?”
Baker gulps, looking at her, his fingers digging into the cakey flesh of his knees. “Y-yes, madam,” he says before diving in.