Sydney Sweeney, the world famous buxom blonde sex symbol was sitting in her luxury apartment waiting for her meal to arrive. She was watching television, there were disturbing news reports about female celebrities losing their minds and becoming sex starved, out of control nymphomaniacs.
Hell, she'd been watching the stream when Alexandra Daddario gave up on her previous life and became a bimbo cock sleeve.
Sydney's TV display suddenly changed to a black screen and a loud burst of static screamed from the speakers. When the screen turned back on, it was the music video for "**** For U" and she searched for the remote. As she was searching, the actress began to seductively dance along to the pop song. She stripped off her t-shirt and sweats, continuing to gyrate and twerk around the room in only a matching, plain white bra and panties.
The speaker for her door buzzed, and she pressed the button to allow the delivery boy up to her apartment. A short time later, a knock came at the door. Sydney opened the door, greeted by the sight of a skinny kid who couldn't have been older than twenty. His shoulders were slumped forward, and his face was riddled with the late stages of acne. Her last boyfriend had probably had more muscle mass in one bicep than this kid had in her entire body. But still, there was something captivating.
"That'll be forty six dollars, plus tip ma'am," the kid said without looking up from the receipt. When he glanced up, the kid stumbled backwards and tumbled to the ground.
"Please let me help you up master," the curvy blonde said before reaching a hand down. Tim, the delivery boy, was frozen in place. He couldn't remember how many times he'd jerked off to videos of Sydney Sweeney's magnificent tits, and here she was, clad only in her underwear.
"Did you just call me master?"
"Of course master. I'm your **** to command."
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