Decline angry

“You really think I will take your cock in my hands for ten bucks?” you ask angry and grab him by the neck, “you think I’m a cheap whore?”

“I … I didn’t meant to offend you,” the delivery boy stumbled shocked, “I … well … some girls agree to this so I thought …”

“You thought?” you laugh amused, “I can see which part of your body does thinking. And it’s clearly not your brain.”

“Well, fine,” the delivery boy admits, “how about I double. You can have your food for free and I give you ten dollars. Does this sound better?”