Order something

It was a long day and you truly believe, that you earned some delivered food. The last thing you want is cooking right now. So you just grab a flier with menu from a cheep chinese restaurant down the street. They serve good fried salmon with noodles. You order something and wait. Only twenty minutes later someone rings your bell. You unlock the door to the apartment building and open the door to see who is coming. It’s a delivery boy in a red jacked with the logo of the restaurant. You guess him about 18. Maybe a student from local university. He has a bag in his hand and seems surprised by your look when he is in front of you.

“Good evening … ma’am,” the delivery boy says a little stunned, “wow, you are cute. Ah, sorry, I have your food. You are Ashley Masterson, right?”

“Great, I’m really hungry right now,” you say and let the delivery boy in, “how much do I own you?”

“8,20 Dollars,” the delivery boy says, “except you want some soda too. I sell some.”

“Thanks, but not needed,” you say and hand him ten bucks, “keep the change.”

“Thanks ma’am” the delivery boy said but hesitates, “hey, would you be interested in a little deal? You are a really beautiful woman.”

“Really?” you say a little septic, “isn’t that a little cliche for you? Don’t you have a girlfriend who can take care of your needs?”

“She doesn’t have to know,” the delivery boy defends himself, “all I say is that you are very attractive. And if you are willing do me a little sexual favor you could keep your money. You don’t even have to take my cock in your mouth. I’m happy with a handjob or boobjob too. Well, It’s just an offer. Of course you can refuse if you want.”