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“Hey- Woah! What are you doing?”
Gage held out both arms, like a criminal who had just been caught. “Shit- Don’t tell the boss.”
“Just… whatever, I don’t get paid enough to care.” Amber turned around. “Just put it in the oven, the heat will kill the bacteria, then get delivering.”
Gage nodded.
( . . . )
A familiar ring followed after a few minutes. Amber picked up the phone, already moody, expecting a complaint.
“Hello?”
“Hello, this is Carl Stevenson, who just ordered half an hour ago. I am calling to say that I’m absolutely delighted with the pizza, I’m just wondering about the sauce, if I wanted to order again, how would I phrase my order? Is it some kind of garlic paste?”
Amber blinked a bit.
“Uh… sure.”
“Great! I am planning to have a party on Sunday, so I would need a couple…”
( . . . )
When Gage returned, Amber took him by the shoulders and forced eye contact.
“How many times can you cum without passing out?”
“Wha-”
“Just say an estimate.”
“Uh… I don’t-”
“I need you to spread an even amount of cum around 100 pizzas for this Sunday.”
“I-”
“We’re getting tipped.”
“...Okay!”