Sasha: Delivery Mix-Up

Another long night at Pizza Joint comes to a close. The sun sets against the city's skyline as you make your last delivery for the night. Boss, in an unusual nice gesture, was kind enough to let you head straight home afterwards. It's already a long drive out to the suburbs on this side of town, so you're eager to just get back home. 27 Belgravia Square. This is the address you were given, but admittedly, it doesn't look like the kind of place that would call for three Extra Large pizzas this late. As you walk up to ring the buzzer, but as soon as your foot hits the welcome mat, the door flings open.

On the other side is one massive, gorgeous, and "aromatic" woman. Her lightly stained bathrobe does very little to conceal her current state: breathless, emotional, ... and aroused. "Oh, dearie me! I didn't know they were gonna send me the cutest pick of the bushel!" Her voice is as warm and sweet as apple pie, but the absolute monster bulging between her legs betrays her intent. A massive hand grabs your shoulder and nearly yanks you off your feet. "Well, what are you waitin' fer? Enflamed doesn't pay ya by the hour! We've got a LOOOOOONG night ahead of ya!"