Ariana frowned as she looked at the assortment of donuts on the table. They looked appetizing – downright delicious really. Jelly-filled donuts dredged in powdered sugar, a dribble of pink jam peeking from their sides. Boston cream donuts robed in a thick layer of chocolate icing. A tidy row of plain, their golden dough slick with glaze. Dark chocolate, whose rich scent betrayed gooey insides. A tiny little American flag waved from each donut. A nice touch, Ariana thought.
Ariana gulped and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of her dressing room. She was wearing a high-waisted skirt and a crop top, tiny tummy flat and toned and her breasts pushed up into perky globes. She looked perfect, and to keep her perfect figure she needed to avoid these kinds of temptations.
“The only donuts in the order were supposed to be chocolate glazed and plain glazed. I don’t eat dairy. Are these even v