He seems enthusiastic.

After your shift, the trip back home and a quick shower you order an extra large pizza.

You think that your powers might come back soon but decide to stick with your plan.

After long deliberation you settle on a little black dress and a red g-string. The strapless dress is offering ample cleavage and is preventing you to wear a bra but you don't see it as an issue given the objective you set for yourself tonight.

You will put Neal in your bed and have him fuck you until you can't keep up.

Once the pizza arrives and the delivery guy is gone you set up the next phase of your devious plan. It's one of these times where you could almost understand the thrill villains might feel.

You set the pizza on the coffee table in front of the couch and turn up the stereo on a low volume, you pick a station that often airs song you heard Neal listen to through the thin walls that separate your apartments.

You're almost certain that he is home and alone as your heard his door open and close earlier and the sound of the fan from his expensive computer can be heard by sticking a glass on the wall of the living room.

DRIIINNNGGG.

"Oh! hi Cynthia. Nice dress, it's rare to see you wearing one. What's the occasion? " asks Neal when he finally opens the door. The longest twenty seconds of your life and now his compliment is making you blush and forget your well rehearsed response.

" Hi Neal! Oh, this old thing? I wear it sometimes but I have little free time these days. You know, working, studying, jogging and I forget to have fun. The guy from the pizzeria delivered me an extra large pizza in place of the medium I ordered and I was wondering if you wanted to come and have a piece. " you reply. It's a lie but sometimes you have ignore moral quandaries when aiming for the greater good. And tonight the greater good is sliding the salami he hides in his pants in your pussy.

He looks at his very expensive watch and look surprised. You never quite understood why he lives in such a run down building as he looks like he is pretty rich. He had to reinforce his place after a few break ins but given how much it costs he could afford to pay to live in a better neighborhood.

"It's this late already? No wonder I am starved. I would love some pizza, I think I have a bottle of wine my dad gave me to go with it. Give me a minute to find it and change and I am all yours. " he replies before kissing you on the cheek and closing the door.

Of course you saw no need for him to change as his tight boxers and his Maiden America t-shirt were already too much for what you have in mind but you set the tone with your sexy dress so he might want to avoid looking like a slob.

The fact that the very cute boy you are trying to ensnare with your womanly assets is bringing wine is of good omen for a night you awaited for a long time.

He is quick to change and you hope he will be as quick to strip later.

He knocks at your door wearing black slacks and a light grey dress shirt with an open collar. The bottle of wine is a glass bottle with a real cork, the label says it's older than you and from a famous French vineyard. He just brought a bottle worth a few hundred buck to an impromptu pizza dinner with the girl next door, he is either so rich that he doesn't care or is trying to impress you.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable. " you tell him as you welcome him in.

He takes out a corkscrew and once the open bottle is on the table, sits on the couch.

You sit just right next to him, your proximity and his tall size gives him a plunging view of your cleavage. You are more than a little proud that suddenly his pants are looking a little too tight and that he has to readjust them discreetly.