Victor Fetcher is having a relaxing evening at home with his crusty feet up on the coffee table and drinking a beer just a couple of days removed from his first assignment when he receives a text message from the head of the Honey Private Academy HR Department Kendra. In the first half of the text is a small thank you note from Aurora for giving her the inspiration she needed. The second half of the text puzzled him about this next client.
He is instructed to dress like a pizza delivery guy and bring a pizza but it can't be a sausage pizza to this motel address. Once there, he will recite this phrase to gain entry into the room. The room number was noted over the location of the motel and the time of arrival at 7:30 pm. Victor checks out his watch which reads 6:35 pm.
"Well shit. Where I am going to find a pizza delivery outfit?"
Then it hit Victor to just call and order a pizza from a pizza shop located not too far from his home. After ordering a large cheese-only pizza, the delivery guy arrives 20 minutes later and Victor answers the door. His delivery outfit is plain-looking street clothes but he's wearing a company jacket with the pizza company logo on the back and a hat shaped like a pizza.
"Excuse me, kid. I'll throw in an extra tip for the jacket and hat?" Victor requested.
The delivery guy looks a bit confused asking "What do you want with my hat and jacket?"
Being put on the spot, Victor needed a good excuse. "My grandson loves your pizza so much that he wishes he could have a jacket and hat, so how much?"
The pizza delivery guy mulls over his decision for a few seconds before answering. "I mean, there is an online store where you can buy our merchandise..."
"200 bucks," Victor offered out of the blue disrupting the delivery guy before he could finish talking.
"Deal," the pizza delivery guy shamelessly agreed.
After negotiating and feeling robbed of 200 dollars for a stupid pizza hat and company jacket, Victor tells his wife, Betty, he was called into work for a late evening session and he's supposed to treat his coworkers to a pizza. He kisses his wife goodbye and heads to the motel wearing a pair of denim skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, and the pizza jacket and hat that he got from the delivery guy.
Carrying the large pizza, Victor walks up a couple of staircases to the room number mentioned in the text. He knocks on the door and recites the passcode, "Knock knock. Pizza delivery guy here and I have your order of a large sausage?" Victor felt embarrassed after reading that but he knows the money he is receiving to pay off his mountainous debt is worth the humiliation on top of the lies he's telling his wife.
The door opens and he's greeted by the sight of a middle-aged Japanese man dressed in a grey business suit. Victor looks at the Japanese man with a confused look on his face, asking, "Am I in the right motel room? I was told to deliver a pizza here."
"Yes. This is the right room. Please, come in," the middle-aged Japanese man welcomed with good English.
Still a little worried about the situation, Victor accepted the invite and walks into the motel room with large pizza in hand. He immediately spots a chubby woman wearing a hot pink ski mask, matching hot pink underwear, and a big gray tank top that's being stretched to death by the largest pair of watermelon-sized breasts he ever laid eyes on. Her gigantic bulging honkers are mind-blowingly mammoth-sized to where they dwarf all of the large-breasted women he has been with so far.
After going blank for a few seconds from seeing the massive size of the mysterious woman's calcium tanks, Victor snaps out of his gaze with some important questions on his mind.
"First off, what the hell is going on here? I received a text from Kendra telling me to dress like a pizza delivery guy and to bring a large sausage pizza to this location and I still don't know why. Is someone going to explain it to me? And I'm not looking to have a threesome involving another man. Not my thing," he voiced his concerns about this bizarre situation.
The Japanese man laughs replying, "No, no, no. You got it all wrong. I am Kenji and here merely as an observer, cameraman, and translator for Maki Sky. We arranged this special meetup with the Honey Academy. They say you the best old man, no?" Kenji asked putting the 61-year-old gigolo on the spot.
"I am still new but I have sex experience and the other clients all were satisfied by my performance. So don't let my appearance fool you. But answer me this, why all this pizza man stuff, and why the secrecy with the mask? Is she shy because this is her first time?"
The ski-masked woman smiles shyly and then quickly looks away from Victor.
"Okay, let me explain. I am Maki Sky's agent. She is hiding her identity because she is a famous Japanese idol. Have you not heard of Maki Sky and seen any of her videos on Youtube and TikTok?"
Victor shrugs his shoulders. "I can't say that I use the Internet much."
"Well, she has been living in the states for the past 8 months attending the Honey Private Academy, and is allowed to continue being a Japanese Idol. However, her popularity here in America is not as big even though she has a very large chest. Most Americans want more or they'll get bored of the same old stuff. So she wanted to do something to raise her popularity among Americans. A sex tape helped launched the career of that Kardashian woman. Maki wants the same success but at the same time, she doesn't want to bring shame and disgrace to the Japanese people and her family. That's why she is hiding her face and will perform under a fake name," Kenji explained in detail.
"Still doesn't answer why I had to shell out 200 bucks for a stupid pizza jacket and hat?" an impatient Victor questioned.