This is an introduction to the story. I hope you love it and stay with it! Let me know what you think. Kisses, Brooke.
Part One - The Pizza Delivery
Before I begin my story, let me begin by saying I'm a PIZZA delivery driver. I'm a delivery driver for a local small town pizza place. Think of a Domino's but a family run business. My job is really no different than any other pizza delivery driver, late hours, unsociable patrons, that kind of thing. People always tried to get out of paying for their pizzas, but most of the customers were nice. I rely on tips as part of my income.
I've been delivering now for a little over two years in Anchorage, AK. The store I work for delivers to the "rich" side of town. The higher up the mountain, the richer they are. There is one trailer park in our range and some lower income neighborhoods. Needless to say, the winters are long and the summers are referred to as road construction season, which always makes for interesting driving conditions.
One of my favorite delivery stories took place at a new subdivision being built towards the top of the mountain. To get there you have to drive up this crappy, steep, dirt road which at one point has a sharp bend. Summertime, no problem. Just about any driver can get there. But in the winter, typically it is only myself or one other driver that has the vehicle that can make it up the road (and back down) without going off into the trees and possibly through someone's house. (Stupid rich folk like to perch on the side of the mountains like billy goats.)
Tonight was no different a night. Okay, it would turn into a different kind of night but for now it was just a delivery, no big deal, to one of the rich bitch college kid parties.
As I pull up I survey the house. This customer has (count them) two 3-car garages on different levels of his house. Usually it is the kids ordering pizzas and always a $2.00 tip. Not to sound greedy, but I burn more gas than that getting to the house! Everybody dreaded taking deliveries there!
This was on one of those rare winter nights where it warmed up enough that we were getting rain. Which means glare ice, which means... you guessed it! Very slippery conditions! After spending approximately an hour trying to get the stupid van into his ridiculously narrow driveway (which wasn't sanded) and almost having the stupid delivery van slide off the side of the mountain a couple of times (once almost over me) I managed to pull into the driveway.
Taking the nice warm pizza bag off the passenger seat I slid my way up the driveway. The wind was hammering at me and by the time I reached the door I was frozen. Just as I ran the bell I noticed another car pulling into the driveway. It was a fancy Mercedes, the kind driven by travelling businessmen. The lights flickered off and a figure climbed out. I gave a little wave with my free hand but whoever it was did not see me. They just headed in through the garage and soon disappeared from sight.
My attention turned back to the door as it cracked open and a fresh young face peered out. The girl had pretty brown hair with ringlets and blue eyes. She didn't have any makeup on but was the type that did not need it. She looked about nineteen or twenty. She gave me a broad smile, her eyes flickering down to the heater bag. At the sight of it she opened the door.
"Pizza delivery for Coombes!" I said, a little unnecessarily. We always say these things despite the fact it's obvious.
"Yeah. Shit you must be cold. Come in for a minute while I find the money."
This is a really nice gesture. Normally bratty rich kids leave you standing in the cold while they go find money. This isn't a comfortable job by any stretch of the imagination. Taking her up on her offer I step inside the house and click the door closed behind me.
The entry hall is really classy. Seeing the inside of as many houses as I do I've learned to have a good look around when I go inside. It normally lets me know what kind of tip I'm going to get. The lineal quality of the staircase is complemented by the geometric black and white tiles of the marble floor. The carpet running up and down the stairway is detailed with a black border to integrate the architecture with the design. The stairway is illuminated by an overhead skylight, sconces and recessed lighting. This space also serves as an art gallery where numerous works of art are displayed. Most of these look original, and several are erotic nudes drawn in a very practiced hand. I'm studying art at college and I know good work when I see it.
The other thing that it very classy is the teenage girl. I can't help but look at her while she heads off into another room to fetch her purse. Her bubble ass waggles in her J Crew jeans that are so tight my throat dries at the sight. Her upper body is covered by a tight yellow long sleeved t-shirt. Her hair hangs to her shoulders in a curtain of ringlet curls. Her feet are bare and dainty and I can just see that her toenails are painted a rather exotic purple color. She's very beautiful. My warm winter clothes feel all too stifling now. I unzip my jacket and set down the pizza bag. From the other room I hear muted whispering and a soft laugh.
She soon comes back. I notice that her t-shirt is very tight. The cold of opening the door must have made her nipples stand on end because I can see them very clearly through the material. She does not come back alone either. She has a friend with her, a dark haired sexy Hispanic chick with dark eye makeup. The Hispanic chick walks with a grace an poise that is very sexy and womanly.
Opening her purse the girl breaks my trance. "How much do I owe you?"
"Twenty dollars," I smile, proffering to her the slip of paper with the bill on it. "Your pizzas are on special."
"Oh goodie!" She says. I know that whether it was twenty dollars or forty would not matter to this pretty young thing. Her family obviously earns enough money that they can feed themselves well and not care about the price. She reaches into the purse and pulls out a wedge of bucks so thick it would take me a month to earn. Flicking through it she finds a note and hands it to me. She then flicks further and takes out a second note. "Here you go. Twenty bucks, plus ten for your time. It can't have been easy to get up here."
"Thank you ma'am." I say almost automatically. In fact ten bucks as a tip is very generous. I like this girl a lot. Heck I'd like her if she was poor and couldn't afford to tip me a dime. She seems very caring and a beautiful smile never hurts.
Amused I notice that she shivers. "You pizza guys always call me ma'am. That makes me feel special." She steps in a little closer. "Especially from a cute guy like you."
I feel my eyebrow raise. Sure I have no shortage of female encounters. Not really on the job though. I'm used to being treated like dirty especially when I am on this side of town. I'm also not used to pretty girls stepping into my personal space when I'm on the job. I feel myself blush and curse. I hate my easy blushing reaction. The girl looks up at me from beneath her thick black lashes. Her blue eyes shimmer with mischievousness.
"Are you sure that's enough of a tip, mister?"
