I work at a small pizza shop in my town, as a delivery driver and was starting to look for other well-paying jobs. My favorite co-worker, Tatyana, was a middle eastern girl with the fattest ass I'd ever seen on a high schooler, who was also in great shape. She was around 5'9, caramel skin and pretty brown eyes. I always suspected she had a crush on me, but never made a move since she was 18 and I was 22 with a girlfriend. We always had a friendly-flirting type thing going on, but I never thought anything of it. I arrived for my night shift at 4, when the shop is pretty much dead, and me and Tatyana made some small talk like we always did.
I told her my plan of leaving this place and looking for other work and she looked sad.
"My best friend is leaving me," she said with a pout.
"Yes, but we can still hang out outside of work, I'm not moving anywhere," I replied with a slight touch to her wrist.
"Want to smoke after work? I can get some weed for us and we can chill at my place?" she asked eagerly.
"I was going to my girlfriends after work, but I have some weed in my car and we can smoke before I leave, just have to save some for her," I said with a laugh.
"Can you drive me home then, I can't be picked up when I'm fried, my mom would kill me," she said.
"Of course," I replied and then we started our day of work.
The day of work went on as usual, I was out of the store most of the time on deliveries and Tatyana spent most of the day on the phones. Around 9:30 everything started slowing down and I got back to the store to find that my day was over, there were no more deliveries on the board, so I sat down at the table and waited to clock out. The store closed at 10 and I just couldn't wait to smoke. By 10, almost everyone had left except for me, Tatyana and the manager for the night. I helped clean up a bit then headed to my car to start rolling a J.
I finished up and waited, playing some music for about 10 minutes when I saw the back door of the store open and Tatyana walk out. She came to my car and opened up the passenger door and sat down.
"Thank god that days over," she said with a sigh.
"Yeah, that was brutal."
"I was on my feet the whole day; they are actually killing me right now."
"Maybe the weed will help," I said with a chuckle. But what I wanted to say was that I could massage them. I've never seen her feet, as she always wears her black vans with black ankle socks.
With that I lit the joint and started smoking, I rolled down the windows as to not hotbox my car too bad. We made small talk and finished the J within a few minutes. We somehow got on the topic of sex, likely because the weed made us horny.
"I'm sorry to cut in the middle of this conversation, but do you mind if I take my shoes off? I don't think the weed helped them be less sore,"
"No not at all," I replied wondering if I should offer a massage. I decided fuck it. "I can massage them for you if you want?"
"You don't have to, you already smoked me up and are driving me home, I can't ask more than that."
"It would really be no problem," I replied trying not to be too excited.