"Vance," the P.A. system crackled, "Delivery service to the front."
Vance was relaxing in the break room, his Vans up on the table, his fingers laced behind his neck. He took his feet down and stood up, checking his pockets for wallet and keys. He'd been about to return to the front anyway, to bag groceries. A smile crept across his handsome features. A delivery order was always a very good thing.
Most people didn't know it, but the market, and many supermarkets, would put together an order taken by phone and deliver it to a home, for a nominal charge. It was the way many shut-ins and elderly people did their shopping. Vance was the king of home delivery, but for some reason his customers were all women. Women between the ages of thirty and fifty-five, mostly.
Vance ambled to the front and Mr. Willis, the store manager, handed him the list. Vance took a moment to check Mr. Willis out, seeing something different about him. His hair seemed better, but then it had just been kind of greasy and flat before. He also had better skin, and he was friendlier. Vance took off to start gathering the items on the list, and thought that Mr. Willis had probably found a honey. Nothing makes a man clean up like a new piece of ass.
Thinking of which, Vance noticed that new girl, Erin. She was downright hot. She was Vance's height and had a fine body, solid but thin and curvy. He liked the way she looked, and wondered how long it'd be before she joined the Vance's Angels club.
"Vance!" Mr. Willis shouted, sounding pissed. "Get to work!" Jeez, Vance thought, what was his problem? He knew Vance liked to look at the ladies. Oh well.
He moved efficiently through the store, assembling the small order. He thought about stopping at the deli counter to tease that little cutie, Aimee. She was a certified rug-muncher sure, but he could usually get a rise out of her. He changed his mind when he saw her crouching behind the counter. It looked like she was busy checking out a hot little blonde reading magazines, and lesbo or not, Vance respected the privacy of a good checking-out.
After he'd gathered everything on the list, Vance pushed the cart to Monique's lane for check out. Vance liked Monique. The young woman was friendly, cute as a button, and had a skinny little body with big tits and an ass he imagined falling back into with his arms outstretched. Her husband was a Navy Seal and he kept her pretty happy, but he didn't like to go down on her, and Vance had sampled that trim and it was good.
He chatted Monique up for a bit while he bagged the groceries, and then brought them out to his truck to drive over to the Tomkins home. Vance was glad to be going to the Tomkins house. Judy Tomkins was forty-two, brunette, and had a smoking hot body. Her husband had died a few years before, and Judy was the type of woman who had a hard time meeting men. She dated, she had said, mostly men from her church, but she hadn't met one that she had become serious enough about to take into her bed.
Vance was nineteen, five-ten, and weighed one-ninety. He had long, dark blond hair that was wild and wavy, and big, expressive soft blue eyes. His face was thin and handsome, reminding many of a very young Matthew McConaughey, and his lean, hard surfer's body elicited sighs of desire from many customers.
Six months earlier, Vance had delivered groceries to her home and had caught her fresh from the shower. It had been easy going seducing the hot, naked woman, and he'd done her on her kitchen floor. Since then, he'd been over about a half dozen times, and had her routine down.
Vance pulled into the driveway of the large house and drove right up to the garage doors, in the back yard. Grabbing the heaviest of the bags, he went to the kitchen door and found it open a bit. He went inside and set the bag on the kitchen table, then ran back and forth, bringing bags in from his truck. He paused to put away the milk and a couple of other things that needed refrigeration, and then walked through the house and up the stairs, pulling off his shirt as he went.
He walked into Judy's bedroom, kicking off his Vans. Judy was in her bed, her dark brown hair held with a hair band across her crown. She was pink, freshly scrubbed, and she had the covers tucked under her arms, modestly hiding her body. She smiled and Vance dropped his board shorts and bent to pull his boxers down and off.
