The Brothel with a Bakery

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Heard a story that Tiramisu was invented in an Italian brothel and was served to clients so the men would had the energy to go back home and fuck their wives.

Which got me thinking: what if there was a brothel that had a world famous bakery attached to it? Like they needed to find a niche and there was a patisserie or baker who just feels more comfortable around a brothel or was looking for a way to stand out?

So stories could be about the people who work there, or their clients.

For example: “me and my husband heard all the rave reviews about your pies, so we just had to drive up here!”

“Oh well this side is the brothel, you can just go to the bakery”

“Don’t be silly! We may as well have the full experience. Now we want two girls who are comfortable with GFE…heck, make it three!
 
…moving on.

I think another fun aspect would be the Baker. I figure She likes the workers and and she likes her regular clients but she doesn’t like when new clients try and mix the two.

For example:

“Okay, since Stacy does Outcalls, I was wanting her to pop out of one of your cakes!”

The client’s eyes widened and despite the hot Nevada Summer, he felt a chill as the baker began to tap her rolling pin against the palm of her hand.

“My cakes are for eating.” She said with a tone that implied the words were serving as a dam that was straining against a reservoir of violence, “While I trust Stacy, if any part of her touched the cake, it would not pass the food inspector’s standards.”

“I mean, we wouldn’t tell anyone and we probably would just throw it-“ he was silenced as survival instinct finally rose in him and the motherly woman jumped over the counter with her rolling pin poised to crack his skull open.

…the the scene would end with Stacy running in and saying “a cake? No, he meant I would be the cake. Didn’t you tell me about that naked sushi thing? He was thinking of a desert version. I’m sure it wouldn’t be against code if you just decorated me, right?”

The baker beamed at Stacy, her bloodlust being put back in the corner. “For you, Stacy, of course!”
 
Heard a story that Tiramisu was invented in an Italian brothel and was served to clients so the men would had the energy to go back home and fuck their wives.

Which got me thinking: what if there was a brothel that had a world famous bakery attached to it? Like they needed to find a niche and there was a patisserie or baker who just feels more comfortable around a brothel or was looking for a way to stand out?

So stories could be about the people who work there, or their clients.

For example: “me and my husband heard all the rave reviews about your pies, so we just had to drive up here!”

“Oh well this side is the brothel, you can just go to the bakery”

“Don’t be silly! We may as well have the full experience. Now we want two girls who are comfortable with GFE…heck, make it three!

The patron's develop a rather unfortunate side effect. They can no longer get an erection without first smelling fresh baked chocolate chips cookies.
 
I think it makes sense. A fresh croissant in the morning after burying your croissant. Cheesecake straight from the oven. The most moist, creamiest pie you've ever tasted. In the morning some ladies still have a desire to swallow a whole baguette, laden with filling. Some buns need frosting. Regain your strength with a well buttered muffin.
 
This reminds me of an old 70s porno where the pizza delivery girls were hookers.
I think the hook for this story is the genius way the madam snuck a brothel into the biggest urban residential area in the city.
 
This reminds me of an old 70s porno where the pizza delivery girls were hookers.
I think the hook for this story is the genius way the madam snuck a brothel into the biggest urban residential area in the city.
But as secrecy is paramount, perhaps it only caters to female clientele. A place where a neglected wife can pick up a baker's dozen and get shagged while their hubbys are off at work.
 
Heard a story that Tiramisu was invented in an Italian brothel and was served to clients so the men would had the energy to go back home and fuck their wives.

I thought that was the story behind the puttanesca.

But brothels serving food is nothing new. A bakery on the other hand sounds a bit wholesome.

Nevertheless, you just gave my pizza delivery girl a place of employment if she's out of a job.

Well they will never run out of yeast.

I'm not sure how to take this considering I had a terrible yeast infection in my mouth last December. Not too soon? Maybe too soon still? Do you want me to spit on the dough for the Karens?
 
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