Kirsty had worked for the courier company for six months, and while the money wasn't great, she enjoyed the freedom the job gave her. There was nothing she liked better than the hot sunny days, cruising down the motorway, arm out the window, wind blowing in her hair. By now she had regular runs and knew where they were, so she could concentrate on more exiting things, just putting her mind into 'cruise' mode, while being able to take more breaks being another bonus of knowing the job.
One of Kirsty's favourite runs was the 'photographic run', which involved picking up negatives from a midland photographer, taking them to Oxford, waiting for them to be developed, then returning them to the photographer's studio. Most of the time the package was unsealed, and being a curious sort, she found herself scanning through the prints while on a break at a service area. She was astonished at some of the prints, most were just glamourous shots, with a varying array of glamourous looking girls, but the shots she took of a Thursday were always more graphic, and sometimes featured girls playing with themselves in front of the camera.
Kirsty found herself looking forward to the Thursday run, and as soon as she could, would delve into the package, looking for the muckier prints. She found herself becoming aroused by the shots, and found herself rubbing her pussy through her knickers as she sat in the quiet service area. One Friday in particular, she very nearly brought herself off, before snapping out of her haze, and realising she had spent longer than she should there. She rushed back to the photographers, he didn't seem too happy, but accepted her apologies, signing her delivery sheet, before letting her go home, it was always the last job on a Friday.
At home, Kirsty slipped into a bath, and the images came flooding back, as they swam around her head she reached down to her pussy, dipping her fingers inside, bringing herself off in a matter of minutes. Vic, the photographer was curious, Kirsty had never been late before, she had been doing the run for the last five weeks, and was never more than a few minutes late. He really started to get curious when the next week she was thirty minutes late again. She was never late except on the Friday run.
Vic began to smile to himself, as he thought of what Kirsty was doing between the developer and him. He made a phone call after Kirsty left the next Friday, asking his friend, the developer, to put the prints into a specific order, as well as making sure that the more explicit shots had large blow-ups as well as his usual size. As he expected, Kirsty was late, again, he noticed that her face was flushed, and offered her a drink, she readily accepted. Vic went to make the coffee, taking the prints with him, he flicked the kettle on, and went to his studio. Under the bright lights he could clearly see that the more explicit shots had thumbprints around the edges. He now knew she had been stopping to look at them.
Vic brought the coffee back for Kirsty, and sat down with his next to her. He said he had something to ask her, and told her he knew why she was always late. She looked at him, a shocked expression on her face, she thought she was in trouble, but his smile told her she needn't worry. He laughed as she admitted she had a look at some of the pictures. He finally got it out of her which ones she looked at, and told her not too worry, as he wouldn't tell her boss, under one condition. Kirsty froze, she couldn't afford to lose this job, but what was the condition.
