Order Takeaway

Going out feels too much of an effort. Today has drained you and you just want to collapse in a comfy chair and veg. That it’s in your empty parents’ house doesn’t put you off.

First you need to change. Not in the master bedroom. The master bedroom is yours, but you can’t see it like that. No, you return to the familiarity of your old bedroom and change into more casual clothes there. Then you return to the lounge, open your laptop and hunt for pizza delivery.

You pick a local takeaway, called Local Pizza, that gets better reviews than the big chains. Well, the pizzas are described as similar to the big chains, but the delivery skews the reviews upwards. You pull up their website and order a pepperoni pizza and garlic bread.

Twenty-five minutes later the doorbell rings.

The sight that greets you is much nicer than your previous visitor. It’s a girl, only slightly shorter than you, with shoulder length dirty blond hair underneath a blue baseball cap with Local Pizza in red writing emblazoned on it. Her slim figure is highlighted in a blue t-shirt with Local Pizza again in red writing. The t-shirt clings to her small breasts and finishes just beneath them to reveal a smooth flat stomach. She’s wearing long blue shorts that leave no curves to the imagination. She’s looking up at you with a big smile across her face. If she’s typical of deliverers, no wonder this place gets rave reviews for its delivery.

“Pepperoni pizza and garlic bread,” she says holding out the two packages. While she does so her eyes roam your body and her smile grows broader. Your dick twitches at her appreciation.

She hands you the packages. Her smile is devastating. “If you’d like to grade me in the app my name is Stella.”

You look at her perplexed. She sees your confusion.

“Did you order through the app, sir?”

“No, I used the website.”

“We recommend using the app, which has extra features that aren’t on the website. If you ever plan to use us again, I’d definitely recommend downloading the app. Are you planning on using us again?” You’re probably going to have to move back, and if she’s typical of Local Pizza’s deliverers you’ll be using them again, so you nod. She glances at her watch then returns her attention to you with an even bigger smile. “If you download the app now, I could show you some of the features. I have some time.”

How can you say no to that? You gesture for her to enter which she does with a swagger. When you turn back from closing the door she provocatively wiggles her ass. You can see the outline of her knickers through the shorts. Your guess, it’s a g-string.

Under her guidance you open your phone, find the app, and download it. Once you’ve opened it, she guides you to the rate your delivery section. There’s a code on your receipt which you can type in and it shows your order. There are two sections to rate, the food and the delivery. You look at the girl in her tight top, and her tight shorts and her beaming smile and you can’t help but give the delivery 5 stars. You can’t believe her eyes would grow brighter, but at the sight of your rating they do.

“Thank you, sir.” She looks at you expectantly, and you tell her your name. “Thank you, John. We get a bonus for every top review. It’s much appreciated. Actually…” She pauses for a moment and then reaches under her t-shirt. When she pulls it out, she’s holding a card, which must have been held in her bra. She hands it to you. It’s still warm from her skin.

“This is a special code,” she tells you. “If you go back to the order section.” She directs you there. “See that box. If you type that code into it, it’ll take you to a special section of the app.” She gets you to type the code in and it opens another drop down. “With this you can choose who delivers your pizza. My name is Stella.” As she repeats her name, she stares straight into your eyes. They are filled with desire and mischief and leave little to the imagination.

You guide her back to the door. She provocatively wiggles her ass as you guide her. As you watch her leave, she turns back and winks at you. She gets onto a moped and rides off. You return to your pizza and garlic bread. It’s a decent pizza. You give the food 4 stars, which might be over generous, but the memory of Stella is making you generous.

Later you fire up some porn, this time you search for pizza delivery girl porn, and while the pizza delivery girl is being fucked on screen, you imagine she is Stella.