Yup, pizza.

Standing at the door is a petite blond girl that is sexy as hell. She is wearing a uniform consisting of black pants and a red shirt with the pizza logo on the front. Her long hair is pulled back into a pony tail and fed through the back of a ball cap that also sports the logo. She smiles a pretty smile and says, “Hi, nice undies. Ya little slut.” She stands about 4” taller than you, but is pretty skinny herself, you would guess her breasts are a bit larger than yours, and you have to admit you would love to see.

“Real nice. Come on in. How much do I owe ya?”

She steps inside and sets the pizza and soda next to the television that is now playing the local news talking about how nice the weather is going to be tomorrow. “$14.95.” She says opening her little money pouch.

Grabbing your purse you pull out one of your last two twenties and hand it to her. “Keep the change sexy.” You say with just enough of your tongue pressed against your lips so the pink head of the piercing is caught between your lips.

She reaches out and grabs the bill, which you hold onto for a few extra seconds, “No way, are you coming on to me?” She says with a laugh. You eye her from head to toe slowly and nod. She laughs, “You know fucking the pizza girl is a cliche that only happens in porno movies right?”

“Sure I was just thinking that I got to much pizza and wishing I had someone here to eat it with me, while watching a movie maybe.”

She looks you over. “I don't think so. I am not a lezbo or anything.”

“Oh well. Guess I'll eat alone. Thanks for the supper.”

She looks you over once again, her eyes pausing a second on your amazing perky ass, then walks out the door chuckling softly. “Now that's a new one.” You hear her say as the door closes.

You click the door locked, start flipping through the channels, and grab a slice of pepperoni pizza. Pouring a tiny plastic glass of soda you plop on the bed with a pillow propped behind your back. An hour later you are still slowly munching on the pizza, nearly half of which is gone, despite being full when a knock on the door makes you drop the slice on the bed in a near panic. Quickly you snatch your purse and pull the gun before padding across the carpeted floor in your bare feet to the door. Looking through the little hole you call out, “Who is it?”