CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND PIZZA BOYS
Added 2025-03-24 09:54:56 +0000 UTCIt started with an innocent question.
“I do not understand,” Contessa said, setting down her coffee cup. “If the pizza boy claims to love the cheerleader so much… why is he spanking her?”
Maggie choked on her drink.
Across from them, Dennis, mid-bite into a fry, froze. He slowly turned to stare at Contessa, then at Maggie, then back again, as if trying to confirm that he had, in fact, heard that correctly.
“…Is this what you do when I’m not around, Maggie?” His voice teetered between sheer delight and utter disbelief. “Watching porn with her?”
Maggie set her cup down with great care, inhaled through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth. “It was not—” She shook her head. “It wasn’t like that.”
Dennis grinned. “Oh, I bet it wasn’t.”
Unbothered, Contessa simply stated, “We are not supposed to talk about it.”
Maggie groaned and dropped her head into her hands.
Dennis, meanwhile, looked like Christmas had come early. “Oh-ho. Oh-hohoho.” He clapped his hands together. “This is fantastic. My entire day is made.”
Maggie peeked up from behind her fingers. “You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
Contessa tilted her head, watching them both. “I still require clarification.”
Dennis turned to her with exaggerated seriousness. “Say no more. I’ll explain everything.”
Maggie shot him a warning look. “Dennis—don’t.”
He smirked, but—miraculously—took pity. “Fine. We’ll just add it to the ever-growing list of things you don’t understand yet.”
Contessa considered that. “It is a very long list.”
Maggie sighed, rubbing her temples. “Tell me about it.”
