I've worked at plenty of jobs in my lifetime. Unfortunately, have not had great luck with keeping jobs. However, there is one job in particular that has always kept me on my toes night after night: Pizza Delivery. The pizza place I worked at near my house was always an all guy staff, for as long as I had known. That was, up until I came back to work there after leaving for almost six months. That was when I first saw Emilee. She was an angel, sent from heaven to christen this pizza place with her beautiful presence. She was a modest height, around five-eight or so. Her hair was deep brown and her eyes were an amazing blue. The first time I talked to her, I felt like I was stumbling on my words talking to a high school crush again.
"H-Hello, I'm B-Ben," I said to her, my stuttering upsetting me as it stole my usual cool and calm nature away.
"Hi, I'm Emilee," she said back, with a cute laugh that only made her angelic voice even more spectacular.
"So, how long have you been here?" I asked her.
"Only a couple of months, but I've done pizza jobs before," she answered in her soothing voice.
"Oh, that's cool," I answered. My confidence was coming back, as I realized this girl was the most beautiful and sexy thing I'd ever seen. "I worked here before, for a while. I quit for personal reasons, but now I'm back to rock this place."
She laughed, her gorgeous eyes delving into my soul as she gave me a smile that could melt an entire iceberg with how hot it was. She turned away, twirling a bit as she did, sending her ponytail swinging with her. I took the opportunity to get a good look at the rest of her. To my astonishment, she wore the tightest fitting black yoga pants I'd ever seen. I could see every detail of her amazingly sculpted legs and ass. She had the most perfectly proportioned butt I had ever seen. I could already envision myself wanting her cheeks on either side of my face as I dove headfirst into eating her out. She turned back around to me, quicker than I had anticipated, leaving me to wonder if she had seen me practically salivating at the sight of her body. I got a chance to take a look at the front of her, seeing that she had a nice flat stomach and a moderate set of breasts. Being more of an ass guy than a tits guy, I didn't mind her having a medium sized chest.
"So, Ben, think you can jump right back in this routine?" she asked me teasingly.
"Emilee, you just wait and see how I rock this," I boasted back to her.
I grabbed the pizza spatula from the table and scooped up the large pizza making its way out of the over. I slid it onto the prep table and scooped it into a box. Taking up the pizza cutter, I sliced it into eight perfect slices and boxed it up. Turning around, I twirled the spatula in my hands and grabbed the next item: some wings. I placed them into the small wing box and gave them a thorough coating of the buffalo sauce we have at the shop. I dropped a blue cheese into the box and set it up next to the pizza.
"Impressive," Emilee said to me.
"Yeah, I try to rock the shit out of everything I do," I retorted, becoming much more confident that this girl was interested.
"Well, let's see how you fare on the road, your delivery is up," Emilee said to me, her eyes matching the sexiest smile I'd ever seen.