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Chapter 21 by ScottyBoi3 ScottyBoi3

Is Becca working today?

No... but Denise is!

I tried everything I could to enter the pizzeria as quietly and as discreetly as possible. I ooened the twin doors as little as I could and slipped right in, and took the lightest footsteps as humanly possible as I walked inside. Though, considering that I was barefoot, my footsteps barely made any noise anyway, aside from the quiet slapping of my feet onto the marble floor.

As I looked aroud the pizzeria, I thanked my lucky stars that the place was pretty empty. There were no people sitting down, and therewere no people standing at the front, waiting their turn to place their order. In that, the only person that I could actually see...was Denise. And she was looking right at me, making an O face.

"Oh, my god, Benjamin!" she practically squealed, making me worried that other people might hear the commotion. "I can't believe this! First I find you naked outside in the park with Buddy, and now you walk into this place still naked!" She started laughing really hard at the absurdity, and yeah, if our roles were reversed, I probably would've laughed at her, too...

...shit. I probably shouldn't have thought of that scenario, because I was imagining Denise naked, and that was causing a bit of a reaction from my nether-regions...

This was not lost on Denise, unfortunately. She looked down at my member, which was now pushing its way out from behind my hands and was standing as stiff as a board. "Well, well, Mr. Stetson," she remarked in a teasing manner. "Looks like you're getting excited... or are you just that happy to see me?"

Blushing furiously, i scurried over to the front counter, my hands still attempting to cover up my throbbing cock. "Denise, I have an order that's been placed, and I need you to hand it to me, stat!" I blurted out as fast as I could, **** to keep my exposure to a minimum.

Denise grinned while continuing to stare down at my pelvic area. "You got it, sweet cheeks. Gimme one minute," she replied, and walked over to the reservation shelf. I silently begged her to please hurry up, but she seemed eager to prolong this exchange for as long as possible, much to my chagrin.

What happens with the pizza?

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