After my experience on the nature trail, something had changed in me. I no longer felt uncertain about my sexuality. Whilst I didn't consider myself gay, I knew that no conventional straight experience could ever excite me nearly as much as my last two encounters had. Though they had been relatively tame and no actual sex had been involved, I knew deep down that I needed to push myself further and see what I was capable of. Little did I know I would get my chance sooner than I thought.
At the time I was working as a delivery driver at local takeaway. It helped pay the bills and it was the only work I was able to fit around my university schedule. It was easy work and almost all of our regulars tipped well. All except one guy.
This particular customer was a guy named Paul. He lived in a very wealthy part of the neighbourhood in a giant modern house and never paid a cent over the cost of his food. He was your typical middle aged finance worker type. A bit over weight, greying hair and the kind of attitude that made it clear he thought everybody was beneath him.
Whenever I delivered to him he always insisted that I call his phone to announce my arrival so that he could buzz me though his security gate, making sure to drag out the phone call in some kind of weird power-play. Once I got up there he'd make some big fuss about the food being late (it never was), and use that as an excuse to not tip. To make things worse, he always requested me specifically as the driver, like he had some strange vendetta against me. None of the other drivers wanted to deal with him so that was fine by them.
On this particular night we were a few minutes from closing up the shop. It had been a long shift and I was ready to clock of and head home. I was just about ready to leave when the phone rang. My manager took the call and once he hung up told me that we had one last delivery. No surprise, it was Paul. I was a pretty annoyed at the lateness of the call and that my manager had accepted the delivery, but he told me that he'd prepaid with credit card so I wouldn't need to come back to the store to cash out, I could just take it on my way home. Seeing no way out I sat back while the kitchen staff put together his order.
Once it was ready I made my way out to the back parking lot preparing myself for the same standard ordeal that comes with delivering to him. That was when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Taking it out to look at the screen I saw a message displayed.
"How'd you like to make a tip for once?", the message read.
I was momentarily confused before realising that this message must have come from Paul. Of course he had my number, he made me call him from my phone every time that I delivered to him, but he had never messaged me before. I didn't think anything of it at that moment. Customers occasionally made the odd request for us to pick up something from the shops for them; milk, a packet of cigarettes or something of the like. It's something I was always happy to do as they usually tipped generously for the service. Bearing this in mind I typed out my reply.
"Sure, what do you need?", and hit send.
Climbing in my car, I started making my way towards his street knowing I'd pass a few shops as I got closer. Then the second text buzzed in my pocket. I parked my car to the side of the road, pulled my phone out and opened Paul's message.
"How much you earn will depend on what you're willing to do", it read.
I had no idea what to make of this. Why doesn't he just tell me what on earth he wants?
I wrote back my reply, "What do you mean? Do you need to pick something up?"
His next few messages came through quickly, one after the other. I could see the little icon showing he was typing so I just sat there and watched them flash across my screen.
"No", his first message read. "In fact I need you to drop something off."
Then came the message that made my heart stop in my chest. "When you arrive at my door, I want you standing there with the food, and NOTHING else."
He let that message hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I want you butt naked on my door step like a good little delivery bitch. Then you will earn your tip. If you can't do that then don't bother coming. If you can, then get here now. The gate is unlocked."
And just like that, my heart was pounding again. I had never considered in a million years that this was what he had in mind. Images started racing through my head. Images of me walking up the long winding steps to his front door. Walking up naked.
It didn't take me long to make my decision. This is what I had been yearning for, this excitement, and it was in my grasp. I decided that I wouldn't reply. Maybe he would think that I was refusing his offer. He would soon find out how wrong he was.
Pulling out from the curb I accelerated towards his street. I a few short minutes I was parking my car opposite his front gate. True to his word, I could see that it was slightly ajar.
Paul's house, like every house on his side of the street, sat at the top of a steep slope. At street level there was a hight concrete wall, broken only by a single pedestrian gate set in the middle. Once through the gate you were faced with a long winding set of stairs that snaked their way up the slope towards his front door that sat on the left side of the house. The front face of the house was made up almost entirely of glass, giving anyone inside an unobstructed view over the tops of the houses across the street.
