Paisley blushes when she sees you.

About an hour after you ordered (and paid for) Paisley's services, there is a knock at your door.

As you open it, you get your first look at Paisley in the flesh, compared to you she is tiny, standing at no more than 5'2" tall and with a very slender body, you estimate her chest to be no higher than a 30B cup. She wore her red hair up in bunches which tied in nicely with the clothes she had on, a uniform from a private school for girls.

"You must be Paisley, please come in."

"T-Thank you sir..."

After shutting (and quietly locking) the door behind you, you ask if she had brought the condoms and lube.

"I have, can you show me proof that you really are that size?"

You smirk at her before dropping your tracksuit bottoms that you'd worn for just this occasion.

"Oh.............my...............God............."

"Don't you need to take a picture?"

"Y-Yesssss..................."

Paisley used her phone to take a selfie with your cock, with you holding a ruler next to your meat stick for proof. A few seconds later, Paisley's phone beeps as she receives a reply.

"Ooh, my boss Mizuki said that when you and I have finished with each other, I have to (with your permission) bring you to the office so she can meet you."