He strips her, and gets her inside, first.

"Now, Melli, I think you and I agree on at least one thing; that uniform isn't doing you any favors," Johnny says, his red eyes staring at her slim little body, taking in every centimetre.

"Sir, it's kinda nerdy okay, but that's not really important. I'm..." but Johnny does let her finish.

"Melli, take it off. I wanna see you, and leave it on the ground, anywhere, it's fine."

"Out here on the stoop, sir? Please can I at least step inside?" They both know that if she asks to step the other way, off the mat and back out toward the street, he'll simply say no.

"Sure, come on in, Melli. Lets finish the installation or whatever, dude." Johnny steps back and lets the door swing open, the pot steam that is his atmosphere drifting out briefly before he shuts the door behind her.

Then, Melli strips off her uniform. First, she takes off the hat, a stupid round cap with a suggestion of a brim, its only purpose to disrupt a courier's own hairstyle choices, in this case, a ponytail. Melli doesn't hesitate, though, knowing the absolute power she's up against just now. She pulls the polo top off her head, the button catching on her nose as it goes. Underneath, she has a plain nude-coloured support bra, her beautiful, natural bust held up just enough to enhance the cleavage for her outfit.

Johnny smiles, and hits the bong again as Melli hooks her thumbs into her shorts. She wiggles them to her ankles, and steps out of them. She's cute, but definitely womanly enough to excite the horny dealer standing before her.

"Damn, this doormat is the shit, huh?" Johnny blurts out, and pulls the girl's bra right off her chest with a casual pinch of his thumb and index. He's playing with the reality around him, but only in small ways, the full extent of his god powers not truly making sense to his little mind.

Melli's nipple is a reddish brown swirl of bumps surrounding a thick plateau, cylindrical, but nubby, and obviously a little excited. "Sir, this isn't how my deliveries are supposed to go!"

Melli and Johnny both know that since she has stepped fully off that doormat, into his domain, her entire existence, including her body, is his to play with.

For now, she's standing in his smelly living room, in her shoes and panties, frowning at taking his orders. So far, he's mostly just used his Godly authority, not as much his divine will or knowledge.