Kelley was a twenty-one year old college sophomore when this began. She had a job at a pizza place in her college town where she took orders, made pizza, and sometimes made deliveries. She was a very pretty young girl, with slightly curly long reddish-brown hair that was halfway down her back, pink cheeks, with crystal green eyes, about five feet, four inches tall. She was on the gymnastics team in high school and had the body of an athlete. Kelley was still very naive about the ways of the world, and tended to trust others without question, still innocent about her own sexuality. She had always been a little disorganized; still learning to take care of herself.
One night leaving her job, she backed up too far in the trundling old station wagon her family had given her, and slammed hard into her boss's red Porsche. She got out, stunned, realizing she had caved in the entire side of his car. She panicked and drove home and as she drove away, her bumper hung on a fender. Her car pulled parts off of the Porsche that she could hear clattering behind her.
The next day when she came to work her boss Carlos called her into the office.
"We need to talk Kelley."
She had a look of horror, knowing already what he wanted to talk about. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do it."
"So you smashed my car then?"
"Yes sir." she said looking down in shame.
"I assume you have insurance?"
"No. I forgot to pay it. Money has been kind of tight."
"Is the car in your name?"
"Yes."
"You realize that what you did is technically hit and run, and driving without insurance is another offence that could cost you your driver's license?"
"Oh my god. I am so sorry. I will pay you back I promise."
"I got an estimate today for about $25,000 worth of damage. You have that kind of money?"
Her eyes widened and she went pale. She put her hand over her mouth.
"I am guessing that means no, you don't."
"Go ahead and work tonight. I am going to think about what we are going to do. You could go to jail if I turned this in to the police, you realize that?"
"Please don't I promise I will do whatever it takes to repay you. I am begging you. I would probably get kicked out of school too. My parents would never forgive me for not paying the insurance."
Carlos was a master negotiator, and knew when he had the upper hand. In fact, he had uninsured motorist coverage and was fully covered, but he knew this was his chance to take advantage of Kelley. He just hadn't made up his mind what he wanted to do with this innocent and unsuspicious college girl.
Carlos told her to leave the office and she went to work, teary eyed, wondering about how she could ever repay that kind of money. Her finances were already terrible. She had trouble paying for her rent and tuition, and her student loans were never big enough.
The next day Carlos called her into his office again right after she got to work.
"Kelley, I have a solution for you. But I am not sure you will agree to this. If you don't agree to it I plan to turn you in to the police and press charges so listen carefully."
She was sitting facing him and began to get teary eyed again. "Please don't do that. I will do anything I can to repay you."
"Kelley, I have a way you can earn enough money to pay me back, but it will be a big sacrifice for you. I can open a custom pizza delivery service, and you will be making all the deliveries. You will be expected to provide special services to the customers."
He paused to gauge her reaction.
"Anything you say." she said, now crying. Big tears were streaming down her cute cheeks. She still had no idea what he was implying.
"The customers that you deliver the pizzas to will expect you to show them your body and let them touch you." He paused, studying her reaction. "You will be expected to have sex. Are you willing to do that?"
She was stunned. Her head felt dizzy and she closed her eyes, thinking. She had no choice she told herself.
"I will have, uh, sex, you mean I will ...." she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"That is your only option." Carlos knew he was driving the deal home.
"Yes, sir." she said, looking down at the floor. "But what kind of sex?"
"You will be expected to give blow-jobs, and let customers fuck you. You understand that?" Carlos had not really expected her to give in so easily.
She gulped. She didn't know what to say. Her first and biggest fear was not of being taken advantage of but that she could not satisfy the men she would be offered to. "I am kind of inexperienced at that, but I will try, if that is what you want me to do."
"Okay, then show me how willing you are and stand up right here and strip for me. I want to see your body."
"In front of you?"
"Yes of course, in front of me. You are going to be getting naked in front of lots of strangers if you agree to do this, so you should get used to being naked in front of me right now."
She stood up, feeling bewildered, and began pulling her t-shirt over her head. Then she slowly pulled off her shoes and pulled down the shorts she was wearing. Carlos was admiring her smooth thighs and tight stomach.
"Come on, the bra and panties too."
"Oh" she said, sounding disappointed, as if she could be naked while still wearing her underwear. She unsnapped her bra and then trying to hide her breasts, pushed her panties down.
