Rebecca was 19, attending some classes at the local college, and working as a pizza delivery driver. She picked up this job to help her family. It didn't pay much, but with this she could help pay for school, and her family wouldn't lose their house. She needed to keep this job, but her dream was to be a model. If she could get a modeling job, she'd be able to escape pizza delivery and take care of her family.
Rebecca was a gorgeous girl with smooth tan skin, long black hair, and a beautiful face with big brown eyes, a perfect nose, and luscious lips. She took excellent care of her body. She had big breasts and a nice tight ass, both of which she showed off from time to time by wearing just the right clothes. Most guys would love to be with her even if only to touch her body. She loved teasing the guys in her class. She would wear a short skirt and some tight clothing. She never wanted to be with them. Maybe if it was the right guy she might want to try.
Today started like any other normal day. She woke up and got out of bed, used the bathroom, showered, and fixed herself up. Everyday her makeup was perfect, her hair shiny and silky smooth. She dressed in a normal casual outfit she'd wear to school. She packed her books and her work clothes then headed off to her first class, keeping to her daily schedule.
After her last class of the day, she didn't have time to relax. She had to get to work immediately because her shift started just thirty minutes later. Today, as usual, she got into her old beater car and turned the key. It cranked slowly a few times before loosening up and starting. She threw a little thank-you up to heaven.
Also, as usual, she arrived just in time to run into the bathroom and change into her work clothes before she clocked in. She walked out of the bathroom, her boss gave her a pizza box, and she had to head out right away. On her way to the delivery address, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Rebecca, this is John from the agency."
"Oh, hi, John." Her pulse shot up as she anticipated him telling her she got the modeling job.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." Rebecca knew the rest of what he was going to say. "I fought to get you in, but our catalog is going a different way with a different model. I'm sorry."
"I understand. Thank you for letting me know. I hope you'll keep me in mind for anything else you have."
"Yes, I absolutely will. Sorry, Rebecca."
"Uh, yes, well, thank you. Sorry, but I have to go."
She hung up and tears rolled down her cheeks. She said to herself, "I know I'm not perfect, I've made mistakes. I'm sorry for the way I've lived my life, but don't punish my family for my sins."
The tears continued streaming down her face until she arrived at the address for the delivery. She knew she had a couple minutes left before her delivery would be late. (If she delivered the pizza late, she'd have to pay for it herself and she'd probably end up being fired.)
A couple minutes was just enough time to pull herself together. She wiped her face and sniffled, got out of the car with the pizza, ran up to the door, and rang the bell with barely a minute to spare.
From inside the house, she heard faintly, "Just a minute."
Soon, a man opened the door. He was on the phone, and he seemed to be in a meeting he had to be around 25.
"That sounds great. We'll arrange those appointments tomorrow. Okay, bye."
He looked at Rebecca. "Thank you for getting here so soon. Oh shit, I left my wallet in the kitchen. Here, let me go get the money. Just come in and put the pizza on that table, please."
Rebecca knew better than that. "No thanks, I'm fine waiting outside."
"No, seriously, come inside. It's too hot out there. You're going to melt."
He wouldn't take no for an answer and something about him, maybe it was his tone or the way he stood safely back, maybe just his smiling face, reassured her. She took a few steps into the entry area and instantly felt better, though she was still upset about not getting the job.
He left her there for a minute then came back around the corner with two twenties, paying her twice as much as the pizza cost. "Keep the change for your tip."
"Thank you." She turned to leave.
"Wait! I didn't get your name." He looked at her, hoping she would give it.
"It's Rebecca."
"Well, Rebecca, my name is Wes," he said with a smile. "You know, I noticed your eyes are very pretty, but also pretty red. It looks like you've been crying. I know we don't know each other, but I'm a pretty good listener. I'd feel bad if you left without giving me a chance to help you."
"Thanks, but I have other deliveries."
"Ok, well, I'll be here if you change your mind."
She walked out. As she got into her car, she thought about the house and realized it wasn't a mansion but it was definitely bigger than any other house she'd been in. And the guy, Wes, seemed to have money. "That's probably why he has money. He didn't waste it on a huge house that he didn't need," she thought.
And now, of course, she tried to start her car, but it wouldn't start. Warning lights lit up the dashboard. She turned the key again, but no luck. She hoped it was just the battery--expensive but relatively quick and easy to fix--though it could be the starter, alternator, anything. This stupid car! Every time it did start, it broke down. She knew it wouldn't last much longer, but she had to keep fixing it as long as possible.
Rebecca was no mechanic, but her car had broken down enough that she thought she might be able to see something obvious. She opened the hood. No steam poured out. There was no smell of burning rubber or whatever. She jiggled a few cables to see if anything was loose. The date on the battery said she bought this one about two and a half years ago. It should still be good, right? She heard footsteps approaching.
