I was distracting her so I could clean up and order pizza. If I kept her talking, it would give me time to better mentally prepare myself for what was to come, no pun intended.
She sniffled, "When we were created in Hell as sex slaves, there are levels we must achieve to find our perfect forever Master. The higher the level, the better the Master. At each level, we do an internship in Hell with one certain Master, and our behavior is evaluated. Then, we move on to the next class."
I was shocked. Whoever came up with that idea was brilliant.
"So, it's like college. You take courses and have to pass them to take the next level. Makes sense, so what happened that you couldn't keep going?"
I had put the beer on the counter and dumped the noodles in the trash. I had no money, but I remembered I had pizza points, just enough for one free cheese pizza. Unfortunately, I didn't have any cash for the delivery guy, but I would make it up to him later.
"Once we achieve the perfect cuteness, sexual appetite, and ability to satisfy, we are stationed with a Grand Master in Hell to serve him for five days," she explained.
I nodded and asked, "So there are Masters even in Hell?"
"Yes and... oh, this Master, he is a horrible, horrible Master. I only lasted three of the five days. I had to satisfy him every 4 hours while on my knees, clean his toenails once a day, and pose nude as a centerpiece for his dining table during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I also had to bathe him with my tongue. One time he made me sleep outside with his Hell hounds as punishment because I was too rough with my tongue."
It was the wrong moment to take a drink of water. I ended up spewing it everywhere because of the tongue comment.
"COUGH, I, ehm, see," I responded, wiping my chest off. I was still shirtless.
"Hey, let me grab a shirt and some clothes for you from the bedroom really quick, and we can finish talking."
I headed to my bedroom, which was connected to the living room.
Grabbing a shirt from my dresser and sniffing it, I tossed it by the hamper at the end of the bed. Next, I grabbed a new shirt from the clothing rack and a pair of men's shorts from the dresser drawer.
When I turned to go back out, Rose was standing in the doorway in a very seductive pose.
"Master, I'm sorry I'm not a very good slave. Let me make it up to you," she said in a sultry voice that made my cock twitch.
Gently pushing off the door frame, she sauntered over to me, her bright violet eyes half-lidded and her full lips parted. I stared as her breasts gently swayed with each step.
"Even though I didn't learn to read," she said, reaching me and grabbing the edge of my pants, "I did excel, Master, in every other area."
She licked her lips gently and bent down, getting on her knees and pulling my pants down with her. I could only stare at her while her hands came up around my thighs under my boxers. Rose, my sex slave, looked up at me and gently smiled before grabbing the edge of my boxers and getting ready to pull them down. My hard cock would be free, but I wouldn't last. The thought of this embarrassed me. I was too close to going, with only her touching my legs.
"Stop, Rose, I can't, not yet," I said between heavy breathing and my mind fighting to feel her wet mouth around it.
Suddenly fate reared its untimely head again. Someone rang my damned doorbell.
I snapped out of the trance of almost exploding in my boxers and pulled up.
"I better get that," I said as Rose stood.
She nodded with a pout, which made the wanting her all that much worse.
I knew it was the pizza, and the delivery guy always working was cool and knew I was on a tight budget.
I opened the door and cocked my head in confusion. It wasn't the regular delivery guy. Instead, standing before me was a gum-popping, very attractive, fiery redhead. Her shirt was only buttoned in the middle while her breast hung out generously on the top. I could see her flat stomach, and she was wearing something akin to a short pleated skirt. Even the hat set sideways atop her head made her look tasty.
There was something wired about her eyes. They were identical to the policeman from earlier.
I didn't freak out while sitting in Hell, finding out I had died and was assigned a sex slave.
I didn't even freak out all that bad when Rose appeared as a naked man at first.
This person, however, was too freakishly attractive and too suspicious for it to be just a coincidence.
"That'll be 12 bucks'," the girl said, holding out her hand with long black pointy fingernails.
"Uh, I don't think so. I used a coupon. It's supposed to be free," I responded, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Oh," she replied and shrugged, "whatever."
She handed me the pizza, and as I took it, she looked around me to see inside.
"Home alone?"
I almost had the pizza in, and the door closed.
"Uh, I am here with my sister," I responded, looking away and trying to end the chit-chat.
Before I could shut the door, just like the policeman, except this time, it was a high-top sneaker that stopped me from closing it.
"What do you want?" I asked.
The delivery girl held out her hand, "A tip, duh!"
"Oh, um, I'll triple it next time. I'm kinda broke at the moment."
She wouldn't move her foot and stepped into my doorway, "Well, if that's the case, how about you pay me in a sorta, different way? Hmm?"
When she reached towards me and brushed her hand over my dick, I almost moaned and dropped the pizza. However, I didn't have time to process what happened when I heard a snarling scream from behind me and watched as a tiny hand and arm shot past me and snatched the redhead's neck before dragging her in through the door.