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The pizza slut_(2)

The pizza slut

It was truly a glorious day in the Wilson household. It was the first time the young Isabella Wilson would be left home alone for the night. Isabella’s mother needed to travel to the neighboring town for work and would stay the night there. It had taken Isabella a week to convince her mom, but after many long battles, she finally had. “Mom, I can do it, I don’t need a baby sitter. Please” She begged until her mother, with a defeated voice, gave in. “I will be home tomorrow morning. there will be food in the fridge, do NOT answer the door for anyone other than me. If something happens, or you need anything, call Mr. Rogers. I’ve told him you’re going to be alone. I love you.” She said as she walked out the door.

Isabella would never call her Mr. rogers, their next-door neighbor. She thought he was sort of creepy. And besides, she had other plans. Just the same as any teen would do when their adults were out of town, the first thing she did was clamber up the stairs, straight to her mom’s room. The next thing she did was head to her mother's oversized closet. She went through the racks of clothes, most of which were several sizes too large for her.

Isabella tried on some oversized bras. She was eagerly awaiting the day when her breasts grew to the size of her mom’s. She saw the way men looked at her mom, and she wanted that kind of attention. She settled on wearing a skimpy little nightgown. It looked huge on her, but she didn’t mind, she liked its softness. Heading to the bedside drawers, she rummaged through them. Jackpot, she thought while holding up her prize. A credit card. Perfect.

She ran down the starts as fast as she could, straight to the house phone. Picking it up she walked to the fridge. She dialed the number written on a little yellow sticky note for “Nicks pizza” The dial tone rang until a scratchy voice picked up. “Nicks pizza, home of the double cheese stuffed crust. What can we get you?” She requested a large pepperoni pizza. “Ok would you like to pay now or at the time of delivery? “Her mom thought her to never tell a stranger your credit card number, especially over the phone. With that on her mind, she chose delivery “Ok, give me your address and it will be there in 20 minutes.” She happily complied. Thinking nothing ill could come out of it.

Isabella eagerly waited for her treat to arrive. She had big plans for the night. Watching old movies and eating as much pizza and ice-cream as she possibly could. What more could she want in life? A ragged looking station wagon pulled into her driveway. The car door opened and tall man that looked like he had forgotten to shave climbed out, carrying with him large satchel. Isabella knew her pizza lied Within. He strode up to the driveway and rang the bell. Isabella was ready and swung the door open wide. Without looking up at her he asked for the $12.69 the pizza would cost. Isabella held out her card, or rather or mothers. The man took it and swiped on his ...