Pizza Girl

“Did you order a sausage pizza?” She asked with a wink.

You appear to be the only one taken aback as you check out her uniform. She had rolled up her red polo to expose her midriff but also undid all of the buttons to expose her delicious cleavage. She was wearing jean shorts that could pass as panties on some people. She was chewing some bubble gum as she stepped into the threshold to let herself in.

“Where would you like me to put this, mister?” She asked as she looked around while shaking her ass for your appeal.

“Oh the table is fine…” you say as you stare away at her exposed ass as she bends over to put the pizza down. You didn’t even order a pizza so you are confused. You shake your head of any stupid ideas since you got a free pizza with a hot chick delivering it. You look down to see that you are quite enjoying the show as she giggles to see you trying to cover up.

“Don’t mind me, mister. Why don’t you come on over and have a slice? I promise I don’t bite…” she said with a sly grin.

“Oh of course,” you say as you move over to the couch while covering your crotch. You could feel the cum oozing out as you really needed to relieve yourself and had planned to do so before the massage. You feel the fabric of the couch on your bare ass as she sits down next to you. She gestured for you to open your mouth as she guides a piece of pizza into your mouth.

“Is it good, mister?” She asks with a shake of her tits. You mumble mmhmm and nod your head as you did think it was delicious. “Oh good! Glad to hear it. You would be my first customer if that’s the case.”

You are confused and ask, “First Customer?”