As Mick watched Cheryl standing in the early afternoon sun, he wondered how she managed to focus on her promotional task. Impersonating an ice cream cone wasn't even the strangest way Cheryl had earned a living lately, so Mick's supportive smile at her outside the newly opened outlet was a welcome distraction.

"I'm relieved my friends haven't dropped by today. When they tease me, they call me Miss Vanilla because of my supposed lack of adventure. Even though they've seen me dressed as most things at work, I'm not sure they'd let me live this outfit down," Cheryl explained.

Cheryl was happy to learn that Mick had chosen to hang around until the end of her shift. Once her duties were completed, she suggested they walk to her nearby apartment.

"Luckily, I don't get self-conscious, so I can go straight home without changing. Have you ever been seduced by an ice cream cone?" Cheryl asked, deciding Mick was the perfect company to unwind with after a long day.

"Miss Vanilla might even let you have a lick if you help her out of her costume after I've dragged you home," Cheryl continued, hoping an evening spent as her latest work character would bring the uncomplicated laughs she sought.

Once Cheryl reached her apartment, she and Mick rushed inside.

"Lick my vanilla until my cherries are glazed, and nibble my cone until the sauce turns it soggy, please," Cheryl said, laughing, as she took off her costume and underwear, then threw herself onto the bed.

"Those cherries need plumping up, Miss Vanilla. I'd better lick up that ice cream before the heat elsewhere melts it, too," Mick laughed.

A blend of arousal, impatience, and heat ensured Miss Vanilla's 'I scream' maker was soon churning nicely. Cheryl might no longer have been promoting tasty treats, but she was all smiles as Mick sucked on her cherries and felt her cone grow saucier in anticipation of being nibbled.

"If the 'sauce of the day' is salted caramel, Miss Vanilla might get you to coat the inside of her cone with it after you've taken a nibble," Cheryl giggled as a new idea struck.

Cheryl was surprised by how effectively humour intensified her arousal. Her cherries were bouncing, her ice cream was being licked, and her cone was itching to be nibbled before it received the promised coating.

"I hope a passing seagull doesn't peck my cone," Cheryl laughed, her body burning with desire.

Mick took Cheryl's words to heart and eased his lips and fingertips down her body to protect her from airborne danger.

"If we can get you to make more noise than they do, those flying cone dippers will flee," Mick suggested.

Cheryl's excitement escalated as Mick's attention descended. After sliding his touch inside Cheryl's excited body, Mick felt a wave of pleasure ripple through her and reverberate against him.

"The saucemakers are on overtime, but quality control needs to confirm it's the original recipe, or the salted caramel won't blend properly. Miss Vanilla knows the secret to making a cone taste right is timing," Cheryl laughed, desperate to feel Mick's kisses excite her even more.

Mick took Cheryl's words as his cue to ease his lips and tongue into her wetness, sending a roar of erotic laughter tumbling from her mouth.

"There's enough sauce down here to launch a cruise liner, never mind add some sparkle to a cornet," Mick laughed, deciding it was time to dispense with small talk in favour of more urgent business.

As Mick's tongue and lips plundered Cheryl's dark, wet treat, its guardian roared approval of his diligent taste test. An insistence on repeated sampling for the most accurate results drew loud encouragement from Cheryl, along with plenty of noise of less clear-cut meaning.

A deep, prolonged kiss inside it sent Cheryl's body into triumphant climax, as visions of cock-shaped lollipops and sauce bottles filled with erotic flow flashed before her eyes.

"Vanilla-aah!" she shouted with joy.

Mick's dive into Cheryl's flavour-filled cone wasn't time-bound, ensuring his kisses kept her body ablaze with fresh waves of pleasure. It seemed a waste of a summer treat to stop, so they didn't.

Cheryl's chaotic climax was noisy and intense, and, unusually for her, left her lost for words. When she did speak, it was to confirm how she wanted her cone filled.

"A decadent flourish of salted caramel's definitely called for, though I'll be in charge of quality control this time," Cheryl gasped, her Miss Vanilla tone shining through even amid erotic chaos.

Once Cheryl had eased Mick's cock into her eager body, she began to thrust against him in something approaching a frenzy.

Cheryl's need set the tone for her work on Mick's cock. It was uncoordinated, haphazard, and chaotic. Her body shook, and her mind spun until, with a joyful cry, Miss Vanilla's cone received the salted caramel infusion it needed.

Cheryl helped herself to seconds of the special sauce because she could. She had to give feedback, too, of course. After repeated tastings, she proclaimed the added element 'cordon bleu rosette level'.

Neither Mick nor Cheryl had expected the day to turn out the way it had, though this was a source of pleasure as well as a source of sauce. Cheryl received excellent feedback from the ice cream parlour, and Mick also got a similarly glowing reference from Miss Vanilla.

A week after their sweet-treat-themed first encounter, Cheryl invited Mick to witness her next engagement, though Funny Bunny posed a different set of challenges. As we know, rabbits keep themselves busy with all sorts of things, so it seemed highly appropriate for Cheryl and Mick to try their own versions of some of those activities later that day.

They did.