Becky was just about to lock the doors to The Beckery when a young lady came in and asked to fill out an application. "I know you're about to close, but I rushed over from campus to apply for a job. I'm a hard worker and I'm fun, I've got experience working in a bakery, and I can be here every weekend!"

"Okay, slow down," Becky said, "I've still got to clean up, so we have plenty of time. First of all, what's your name?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," the girl said, and held out her hand, "I'm Taylor." She was wearing a cute V neck summer dress that went not-quite down to her knees. It was a pretty greenish blue color and had long sleeves that Taylor had pushed up to three-quarter length. Her features reminded Becky of a young Elizabeth Shue from Adventures in Babysitting. She wore a simple necklace-bracelet-earring set in silver, a leather belt at the waist, and sneakers on her feet. She kept her hair short, but it was lush and full, slightly curly and light brown with streaks of blonde, parted on the side. Perfect for a student living in the desert.

This could work, Becky thought as she shook Taylor's hand and introduced herself. She cares enough to get dressed up for an interview, she certainly has energy, and she's cute enough to get the guys from ASU out of bed for donuts on a Sunday morning. Becky got an application from behind the counter and gave it to Taylor, who took a pen out of her rather large bag and got straight to work at one of the small tables filling it out. Becky also continued working; she'd already sent the bakers home and had plenty to do before she could leave for the day. Between trips to the back, where the cooler and storage were located, she grabbed the remote control to the big 55-inch TV that hung on one of the walls to display cake and pie and other miscellaneous prices. Meaning to press the power button, she accidentally pressed the input button and the screen changed to display a meme of herself covered in pies with the text reading "A tough day at work takes on a whole new meaning when you own a Bakery," displayed at the bottom.

Taylor had been paying full attention to her application, but the changing of the screen caught her eye and she started to laugh before she made the connection. "Oh my gosh, that's you!" Taylor exclaimed. My friends and I were all passing that around on our phones earlier this week!

"Yeah," Becky admitted, a little embarrassed but getting used to it. "My girlfriend Molly is in charge of our PR and she made that and posted it online. It's taken off pretty good and we've been talking about doing a follow-up. We've got some friends we're going to ask to make a video or two with us, but we're still in the planning stages."

"You mean you're going to do it AGAIN!? Oh my gosh! How did it feel? What happened? Did you plan it out on purpose?" Becky couldn't tell if the barrage of questions from Taylor was excitement or curiosity, or if it was just how she always spoke.

"Well, I'm actually glad that you asked," Becky proceeded carefully. "That picture was taken after some friends and I had a bit of a disagreement, but it turned out to be a good thing. There were four of us and we all wound up getting hit with at least a couple of pies. One of my friends got totally messed up from head to toe, and my girlfriend Molly that I was talking about just got two pretty lame pie hits. The other two of us were somewhere in the middle, like you can see in the picture." Taylor was staring at her with her mouth a little open by this point. In for a penny Becky thought as she continued. "The thing you need to know is " Becky hesitated, but pressed on, "Molly thinks it's great for business and so far she's right, it's been fantastic publicity. As a matter of fact, she's showed up a couple of times and changed the monitor to show that picture, then pied me in front of the customers on her way out, just to keep the buzz going. Before you start to work here, you should know that there's a possibility that it could happen to you too." Taylor's eyes widened at this, but she didn't say anything, so Becky kept going. "I can ask her not to involve you, but Molly can be, well, spontaneous, and she's really hard to control when she gets an idea in her head."

"You mean I could be at work and someone could just show up and throw a pie in my face?"

"Well, yeah. But it wouldn't be every day or anything, and like I said I can try to "

"Awesome!" Taylor exclaimed, a huge smile on her face. "You just have to hire me! I'll do anything!"

"Really?" Becky asked. "That's usually where I lose people."

"OMG, yes really! How fun would that be!? Wait I know. Let's make another meme right now, but with me in it. I don't know what it would say do you have any ideas? Or did you say you were going to make videos? That sounds like fun! Whatever you want. We can use my iPhone either way. I just got the new one and it's supposed to have a great camera. I know, let's record a video and you can save screenshots from it if you want."

"You should know that I only have a small bathroom it's not an ideal place to clean up." Becky was surprised by Taylor's enthusiasm and was really just trying to buy some time while she thought things through. This was obviously nothing she'd planned for today, but she did have a tray of pies left in the back

"That's okay," Taylor was still going a mile a minute. "I brought some things to change into I'm spending the night at a friend's house after this look, I have shorts and a top and even jeans and a hoodie in case it gets cold later. Oh my gosh I forgot; I even have a selfie stick with me!" she bragged as she pulled the telescoping stick from her bag where she'd been showing Becky her change of clothes. "This was meant to be! Even if you don't hire me, we've just got make the video!"

"Okay, okay," Becky said, "but let's get one thing out of the way first you're hired and you start on Saturday."

"Yes!" Taylor exclaimed. "I promise that I won't let you down. You'll look back on this day as the start of something great!" She began attaching her iPhone to the selfie stick and for the first time really studied the meme still displayed on the giant TV. "That picture is just great," she said. "You're pretty covered, but not so much that you can't see the expression on your face. Hey, I just noticed are you sitting on a cake?"

"With all the frosting on that thing, it felt more like sitting IN a cake, but yeah. And I wasn't even the first one to sit in it," Becky called as she came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of six pies.

"Ooooh, those look incredible! Okay, video's running, hit me!" Taylor said, beaming.

"Just like that? Don't you want to change?" Becky asked, surprised.

"Nope, I'm wearing that other stuff later, so I don't want to get it messed up. I can't believe we're really going to do this. Now stop making me wait and HIT ME!" Becky said again, smiling even wider.

Trying to stay out of the camera shot, Becky launched a pie at Taylor's pretty face, but there were so many things happening all at once that her aim was a bit off, the pie hitting Taylor too low, covering her mouth and neck before sliding down the front of her dress and settling in her lap. Taylor had been holding the selfie stick with one hand, but the other had been in her lap, and was now covered in pie as she reached up to wipe pie from her lips.

"Yum, banana cream is my favorite, but I think we need to try that again," Taylor said, laughing and having a great time.

"You're right," Becky agreed and promptly hit Taylor square in the face with a second pie. This time her aim was true and her new employee's face disappeared into an exploding pie, sending whipped cream and banana cream into Taylor's hair as well as down into her cleavage before plopping into her lap along with the remains of the first pie.

Taylor was laughing pretty good now, but managed to spit out some pie and ask, "Is banana cream the only flavor you have?" as she licked her lips, intentionally setting herself up for more.

"Nope we also have coconut cream," Becky replied as she planted a third pie onto the top of Taylor's head, absolutely covering any clean spots left in her hair before falling onto her shoulders and sliding down her face and chest.

Taylor broke into fits of laughter again. "That's great, but I really was hoping to taste it --- ooompff" Becky hit her with another coconut cream pie dead center in the face as she was talking. The pie filled Taylor's open mouth and again ran down into her cleavage as the coconut cream and banana cream clung to her dress and the weight pulled the V-neck further down. Taylor wiped her eyes and pulled the dress away from her cleavage to survey the damage, and Becky chose that moment to make up for her poor aim earlier - she smacked the next-to-last pie into Taylor's chest just as she was holding her dress open to look inside. Most of the pie impacted Taylor's throat and upper chest and shot inside the dress, depositing plenty of whipped cream and coconut filling inside her bra before settling around her tummy where the leather belt held the dress firmly to Taylor's slim waste.

"Good one!" Taylor laughed, "I didn't expect that."

Becky picked up the final pie and came around to sit next to Taylor, intentionally inserting herself into the video. "You've been a great sport, but I know you didn't count on getting hit with five pies today, so here, take this one and do whatever you want with it." She winked and handed the final pie to Taylor.

Taylor took the pie and handed the selfie stick over to Becky, who continued to record the both of them. She wanted to keep Taylor in the shot, since she somehow got sexier as she got messier, and she also wanted to capture the final pie of the day as it impacted with her own face.

Taylor, it turned out, had her own agenda. She turned to the camera and let loose her most dazzling smile. "Thanks, Boss. All you folks out there watching, please come on down to The Beckery and meet our owner, Becky. Oh, and while you're here say hi the new girl, me!" And she took the pie with both hands and plastered herself in the face one final time.