This choice: The pizza delivery girl is at the door • Go Back...Chapter #8The pizza delivery girl is at the door by: WillyTheKid   Dennis opened the door to a supermodel gorgeous black girl with a competition level fitness competitor's body, and by Dennis' guesstimation, 68 FFF cup breasts. Her new uniform consisted of skin-tight, dark green hot pants and a cropped-top button down shirt that had been shortened even MORE until it stopped just barely below the curve of her massive breasts.
"Someone here order a pizza?"
"That would be me."
"<GASP!> Miss Barrett! I didn't know you were here!"
"I'm glad you showed up, Marcia. I have a special assignment for you."
"Of course Miss Barrett! Anything!"
"Good! You see that young man at the computer?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well you're here to play with him."
"Excuse me?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"Uh, no ma'am! I'm just not sure what it is I'm supposed to do."
"Ok. Let me put it this way. His name is Greg Masterson. He's my fiancé’s best friend AND one of the richest men on the planet. He's also lonely. I want you to get to know him. Would you like that?"
"I would! But I've got other deliv-"
Cheri held up her hand and got out her phone again.
"Hello? This is Cheri Barrett. Let me speak to Noreen please. Noreen? Cheri. I've got Marcia Johnson doing a special assignment for me so she's gonna need the rest of the weekend off. With pay. Yes, I know she's your best delivery girl. That's why I hired her. Well, give the rest of her shift to Rhonda. Bye,"
"Wow..."
"That was nothing. So, now that you have the whole weekend to work with, are you interested?"
"Yes, Miss Barrett!!"
"It's just Cheri from now on, okay?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Besides, if you're gonna be a rich, spoiled, trophy wife, you can't be acting inferior to other people."
"What???"
"Do as I say, and if you play your cards right, you can quit your job by Monday afternoon."
"Yes ma'am!!!"
"Now go over there and introduce yourself."
"Ok."
Marcia walked over to Greg's computer desk. He was engrossed in his game and barely noticed her approach. She stood behind him and cleared her throat. Greg paused his game, slightly irritated.
"Can I help you?"
"I, I'm-"
Cheri quickly walked over to assist.
"Greg, this my friend Marcia."
"Friend? Looks more like one of your employees."
"Well yes, she does work for me part time. Turn around and stop being rude!!!"
Greg turned his swivel chair around and found himself nose to breast with a gorgeous Nubian princess.
"Uh...uh...hi..."
"Looks like they speak the same language."
"Shut up Dennis! Greg, Marcia is here because she came over to play with you."
"Play with me?"
Marcia nodded.
"Okay....what did you want to play? World of Warcraft? Legend of Zelda? D&D?"
"Actually I think she wants to play HOUSE. Am I right Marcia?
Marcia nodded vigorously.
Greg thought for a moment. Then realization hit him.
"Ohhhh...okay...Marcia. Would you mind washing this shirt for me?"
Marcia eyes nearly bugged out of her head as Greg pulled his shirt off. Although he was nowhere in Dennis' category, he was huger and more ripped than Schwarzenegger in his prime! Marcia's mouth fell open and an actual line of drool began to fall from her mouth. Cheri watched this with amusement and stepped in to intervene once more. She grabbed Marcia by the hand.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"In the kitchen. Girl talk...”
When Marcia reached in the kitchen she was finally able to concentrate again.
"OH MY GOD!!!! I mean, I've seen pictures in the newspapers and magazines but I've never seen him up close! He is huge!!! And all over too! He is hung like a bull!"
"You should see Dennis..." Cheri said under her breath.
"Huh?"
"I said, you think I'd call you here for anything less? Now grab one of those pink colored cans out of the cooler next to the fridge."
Marcia brought the can to Sheri.
"That's for you! Trust me, you'll need it. Now drink all of it. No stopping."
Marcia downed the can of drink. Almost immediately she felt a burst of energy course through her body. Then she watched as all over muscles began grow a few inches bigger and as hard as steel. Then her breasts burst the buttons off her blouse.
“Holy shit!! What was that stuff??”
“It’s off the hook, right? Don’t worry, you’ll be getting more soon.”
Cheri then reached over and tore the rest of Marcia’s uniform off. She nodded approvingly at what she saw.
“Ok Marcie, I’ve done my part. You’re on your own now. Dennis and I are leaving.”
Cheri then started walking toward the bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
“We’re spending the weekend at my parent’s house. But don’t worry. I’ll be calling to check up on you Monday morning.”
“Okay.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“If your engagement ring is bigger than mine, I’m kicking your ass all over campus. THEN I’ll fire you!!”
Marcia giggled.
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