After delivering pizzas, hot buffalo wings, and Chinese food for several months, and being flirted with on many occasions, I figured there must be a way to make more money at this job! That is when the idea of expanding my services began playing through my imagination and I could not help but wonder what else my customers had a craving for. Quietly I began keeping track of the names and addresses of the cutest girls and sexiest women I delivered to regularly.
There had to be a way to let my "regulars" know that I was willing to provide ANY service they hand a need for, whether it was delivering something extra like soda, cigarettes, or even alcohol, to even satisfying a fantasy or two - for a price. I was not aiming to be greedy, but if you have ever worked in food delivery, you know the "profit margin" is rather slim. Also, there were many evenings when I almost quit after driving the same streets again and again, delivering the same boring items, and generally not feeling as if I had achieved anything worthwhile. If not for the occasional warm smile and extra dollars tip, I would have lost all faith in people completely.
Slowly my plan developed into a scheme with incredible erotic potential.
As the weeks progressed I began being extra nice and friendly to the "regulars" and letting them know that in the future I could also be reached by text pager if there was anything besides food they needed. Most nodded politely and smiled, but a lot of the time I was not even sure if they heard me or took note of the offer. This couldn't have been farther from the truth, as I was about to learn. I had not yet given anyone the number or address of the pager, and wanted to prepare a flyer that implied everything I was willing to do in order to satisfy my most loyal and attractive customers.
Exactly what did I need to say? How to subtly get the point across in a way that wouldn't get me fired or worse, maybe even arrested. I definitely did not want to end up with a police record for solicitation. Finally after another two weeks of mentioning my willingness to bring anything they needed to my customers doorsteps, and promising the information needed to ask for something "extra" would be available soon, my flyer was ready!
I began distributing the flyer the following Friday, and everyone seemed very appreciative of my efforts to go the extra distance in search of satisfaction. Oh, if they only knew my true motivation! Perhaps some did judging by the occasional arched eyebrow or seemingly knowing smile, especially from the cutest girls or most harried looking women.
The date "extra services" would begin I described as, "when the need arises, or the thought occurs..." and this indeed did not raise any questions or complaints. Did they understand? I could only wait and hope the imaginations of my regular customers were as vivid as my own! It wasn't long before the first page arrived one miserable, rainy evening and I was pleasantly surprised to see someone's imagination was hooked! The page read simply, "are you busy tonight?" and nothing more. A vague but intriguing message from woman or women unknown. You see none of my family or friends had this pager number and I had a definite idea someone was playing with me in their imagination. If their creativity was nearly as open minded as my own, this could truly turn into something exciting!
Delivery after delivery, home after home, no further page was received as the rain continued, the darkness grew, and the surrounding streets became quiet and empty. When would the next page come? Tonight? What instructions would it deliver? Who would it be from?
Finally towards the end of the evening, about an hour and a half before the last run typically occurred, the first of what was to become my "fantasy pages" arrived with a gentle buzz.
"if you show me how much you appreciate my business - i will be very happy", a page filled with mystery that certainly stirred my imagination and aroused my curiosity (quite a bit in fact!). I had not received an order by direct connect yet, so the identity of my customer remained a mystery. It was just a few minutes later when the call came through. A lady I recalled as incredibly hot wanted Italian food from the best restaurant in town, which incidentally was on the opposite side of town from where I knew she lived. Why she would order from this particular restaurant when I knew there were three or four much closer to her home was about to become very clear.
Only after I picked up the order and was headed back across town did further instructions arrive with another gentle buzz. "I don't want anything on my delivery man" was all the message read. My imagination swirled with possibilities and the few best began to rise to the top of the pile! Could it be true that someone I had been delivering to for months had hit upon my secret desire on her first try? I certainly did not think it was possible I could have said anything to her, or even used an innuendo that might have inspired such a direct hit. Yet her beautiful home was at the end of a gently winding lane, and the street lights were few and far between that far back from the main road.
By the time I was more than half way there, I realized I might be wrong, or wondered if I had read more into the page than 'Ms. Winding Lane' intended? I was getting pretty close and more than a little nervous when the next page arrived and cleared any doubts from my mind.
