Pizza time!

Putting down her phone, Candy suddenly stands up.

"Fancy a drink, Sam?" she smiles at you.

"Err...yes, please," you respond warily.

Candy exits the room and you hear her moving round the kitchen.

You jump when there is a knock on the front door.

"That'll be the pizzas," Candy calls from the kitchen. "Can you get that, please, Sam?"

"But...I'm not wearing anything!" you can hear the panic in your voice.

"Yes you are! Now answer the door, I'm hungry!"

Reluctantly standing up, you head out of the lounge...and bump in to a returning Candy carrying two glasses of water!

"Sorry, Sam!" she giggles as ice cold water splashes down your front and soaks your underwear.

Fuming, you march to the front door, wanting to get this over with.

After opening the door, you freeze and feel your face becoming hot...almost as hot as the girl stood in front of you. An insanely beautiful woman...and you're stood in front of her in just a pair of boxers.

"Wow, you're bold..." the delivery girl remarked, looking you up and down.

"It's...sort of for a prank..." you explain, trying to remain cool and willing Sam Jr. not to get too excited.

"Anyway, I've got your pizzas," she informs you, pulling a stack of cardboard boxes out of her satchel.

As you take them in your arms, you hear footsteps racing up behind you. Your eyes widen in fear, but there's nothing you can do. You feel a pair of hands grip the waistband of your boxers and yank them down to your ankles.

A pause.

And then the delivery girl bursts out laughing.

"Is that it?!" she guffaws, actually pointing at your penis, shriveled with cold.

You want to explain that it's so small because it's just been doused in ice, but your mouth is too dry to speak.

Candy has been busy extracting your boxers from your bare feet and ankles and she tosses them to the delivery girl.

"Here's your tip!"

"I'm sorry," the girl gasped, still laughing. "It's just I've never seen a dick that small!"

"Get it in your hand and you'll really see how tiny it is," Candy encouraged. "Go on, Sam won't mind."

You want to blurt out that you absolutely did mind, but you still couldn't speak. Holding the pizzas carefully, you were powerless to stop the girl reaching out and flicking your penis. She giggled as it bounced around, before giving it a few pumps.

"Looks like little Sam has become...well, not-quite-so-little Sam," Candy joked as you responded to the girls touch.

After one final slap (sending your penis bouncing once more), the girl departed, waving your underwear above her head.

You stand there in shock, unable to move the cool evening air sending you flaccid again.

"Come on, Sam, I'm hungry."

Candy's words jerk you back to the present and you follow her into the kitchen, the floor tiles cold under your bare feet.

Candy makes you stand awkwardly holding the pizzas, still exposed, while she finds some plates and serves up. The Asian makes you carry both plates back through to the lounge and its only when you're sat down cross-legged on the floor that you can finally clamp a hand in front of your crotch.

"I wouldn't bother, Sam," Candy says, watching you carefully. "I've seen it all anyway. Not that there's much to see."

She had a point...but you keep your hand in place nonetheless.

After you finish eating, Candy collects your plates and returns them to the kitchen. Alone, you look round for a cushion, or a blanket, or anything you can use to cover yourself...but there's nothing.

You retreat back onto the couch when Candy returns. She tosses you a beer, but largely ignores you as she picks up the remote, flicks over to Netflix and chooses a film to watch.

You don't know what the film is, who is in it or what it is about. You can't concentrate on trivial things like that. All that mattered was keeping your hands firmly and securely over your crotch.