Working Her Way Through College

The woman standing there with an insulated bag is probably the most gorgeous pizza delivery person you've ever seen. She has wavy black hair that reaches her waist and hazel-colored eyes surrounded by thick lashes. She's tall, and it's a little hard to tell with her embroidered polo shirt and khaki pants, but she appears to have the figure of a model, plus a very impressive pair of breasts.

She seems a bit taken aback to see you. "Um, hi, one large veggie, one large three-meat, it's 18 dollars and 55 cents."

"Gina, this is Jane," says Allison from behind you. "She's the new resident of the main house."

"Oh, Mirela finally found someone?" asks Gina. "Good. Welcome to the neighborhood. Do you need any napkins, cheese, pepper flakes, anything like that?"

You glance at Allison, who says, "We're good," so you merely take two $20 bills out of your purse. "Nice to meet you, Gina. Keep the change."

She smiles, and, of course, her teeth are perfect. "Thank you so much," she says. "Hope to see you again soon."

Allison closes the front door and you take the pizzas into the kitchen, the two of you sitting on stools at the island in the middle of the room to eat.

"Okay, so what's the story with Gina?" you ask.

Allison replies in between bites, "She's been delivering here since I moved in, and she's very nice, so she's gotten a lot of benefits from me and the notebook. She's gone from being a short, overweight C student with an acne problem to -- well, she's 20, she's a student at New College, and she does a couple delivery shifts a week because her father's the owner. But a couple other nights a week, she dances at a place out on Tamiami Trail."

"A place out on --" You realize what she meant by invoking the name of that highway. "Whoa, did you really make her a stripper with the notebook?"

"I did not!" Allison protests. "I just had made her look better, gradually, and made her into an A student, plus gave her confidence, and less shyness, and less hang-ups about sex... at some point, the reality change made it so she was a stripper."

"Interesting," you say, mulling over the concept as you chew a big piece of pepperoni. "Although -- how do you know she's a stripper? I wouldn't really have assumed it just by looking at her, although I guess I can see it with those boobs."

"I'm not sure I'm drunk enough to give away all my secrets," Allison says with a grin.

You pick up the wine bottle and refill her glass. She takes another large gulp and then says, "Fine."

"So did you happen to see her strip?" you ask. "Or was it pillow talk?"