When a knock came on the door, Stella rose from her chair and sauntered over to the door, fixing her hair a little and then grabbing one of her shirt straps and sliding it down her shoulder. She then grabbed the door handle and was met with a pizza delivery guy.
“I got a pizza for... uh... girl of your dreams...” he read off stupidly. He looked stupid. He had baggy jeans on that kept trying to fall down, he was scrawny like he hadn’t done any exercise in his life, and his face was covered in acne sores and patchy facial hair he obviously refused to take care of. He smelled bad, he had a bit of filth clinging to him, and his eyes were hazy and slow like he spent all his free time high.
“Am i the girl of your dreams?” Stella asked flirtily while leaning in close so she was right up next to the guy. “What do I owe you?”
“Twenty seven fifty,” he replied while staring at her in a slow and hazy way.
“Oh darn, I don’t have any cash,” Stella pouted while twirling her red hair on her finger.
“We also take credit,” he replied.
“My card is expired,” Stella continued, putting a finger to her lips and pulling her neckline down so her breasts were slightly visible.
“Oh that’s fine, we take bank transfer too,” the stupid delivery boy finished. Stella dropped the act and stood up straight glaring at the guy.
“Oh for fucks sake!” She shouted before taking her pizza from the guy, throwing it on the counter, and dragging him inside by the shirt.
“Miss, I need you to pay for that,” he pointed out but by that point he was on her bed.
“How’s this for payment?!” She demanded, pulling her shirt off and revealing her lacy bra underneath.
The pizza boy stared at her in shock for a second before seeming to finally put two and two together.
“Wait, you wanna have sex with me?” He asked.
“Yeah dumbass, strip before I strangle your ass,” she ordered with a point at the floor.
“How can you strangle my ass?” He asked before catching her gaze and pulling his clothes off. She flung her bra aside and bent down, enveloping his cock in her breasts and starting to knead them.
Pizza guy moaned and came almost instantly, she glared at him, taking her breasts off his dick and finding he’d only managed to produce a pathetically tiny spurt of cum.
She shoved him outside her dorm room in seconds and hurled his clothes and a bunch of cash and change with them. He yelped in shock before she slammed the door and got to work cleaning his pathetic semen off her breasts.
“I need something,” she complained, her initial plans for the night ruined. She needed someone else to come over, someone a little better than a pizza delivery guy with a pathetic tiny cock and only two brain cells.