The senior home (switch to Jennifer POV)

Your pussy feels amazing. So what if you just came. You want to cum again, and again. For a moment you thought having an orgasm would relieve you of your desire to be turned into a slut. But it hasn't. The release, especially all over the pizza, the filthiness of knowing someone is about to eat it has merely filled you with a pleasure you've never known.

You want more.

So you head toward the address on your phone, the local senior retirement home. You didn't think the old folks were allowed to order pizza, but whatever. "Not only are you going to deliver it, but you're going to find a way to watch as those sweet old assholes lap up your juices and never know it." Erin said.

She was going to be a good mentor. You could still feel the sting of her hand on your cheek. You could still feel the tingle of her hand on your pussy.

You find your destination, walk up to the door and ring the bell.

And it's opened by one of the girls who works there, a pretty young blonde, hair pulled back into a pony tail, a smattering of freckles across her nose, clad in a very unsexy pair of scrubs. And it takes you a moment, maybe because you're thinking with your cunt now, but suddenly you realize you know her.

Joy was a classmate of yours not even a couple years ago. You didn't exactly know her well, but everyone in your class knew of her. After all, she was the most annoying little miss perfect, student council president, valedictorian, told the school newspaper that she wanted to become a nurse because "I just love helping people!" How eye-rollingly insufferably. Of course she couldn't escape the rumors that she got to the top of the class by sucking off the school principal, old Mr. Willis.

Oh well, time to fake it. "Oh my god, Joy! How are you?"

It takes her a second to recognize you. Typical. "J....Jennifer? Wow. I never thought to see you here. Well come in." She hesitates for a second, as if she doesn't really want you to come in, but she can't think of anything else to say.

So you do, and she leads you back to a break room where she takes the pizza and puts it on the counter. Duh, you think. The pizza isn't for the seniors. It's for the employees.

"So..." Joy doesn't really know what to say. It's not like you have catching up to do. "You're a pizza delivery girl now?"

What a bitch. But you smile at her to be polite. Also because she's about to take a bite of your cum covered pepperoni. "I'm just doing this on my summer break. How about you?"

"Me too." She smiles, as if she's a genuinely good person. You try not to make a face. "I mean, I'm working here to supplement med school over the summer." She takes a bit. Just for a second she looks as if she tastes something odd.

And you realize there's no time to be bitchy with an old classmate when you could be embracing your slutty side. So you hatch a quick plan. "Listen, I really should go." You say.

Joy nods. "Okay. How much for the pizza?"

"Tell you what, it'll be free if you answer a couple questions for me." your clit itches. You have to turn the conversation to sex. For some reason, you feel like you may always be thinking of it. "You work here with all these old people right?"

Joy nods, curiously.

"Ever see them naked?"

Joy is surprised by the question. "I guess, sometimes."

You try not to smile too big. You wonder if it's evident that you're asking because you're horny. Perpetually horny. And you badly want to fuck something. "Ever fantasize about them?" You ask. It's a weird question. Then again, if she was fucking your high school principal, it's not that weird.