Another uneventful night for a pizza delivery driver in a small town. At least that's what Drew thought when he started his shift. As the evening came to a close, Drew sat in the lobby of the small pizzeria, staring intently at the delivery screen. Only four minutes left until last call for deliveries. Drew closed his eyes and sat back in the chair, bringing his hands up and rubbing his temples. He began to plan his night of a late dinner, video games, and a quick wank before bed. Rarely did he get an entire weekend off. Of course it had to fall on the weekend that his wife, Amanda, was out of town with her mother. He let out a deep sigh and then dropped his hands into his lap, looking back up at the delivery screen. Only two minutes to go. Then suddenly, the unmistakable chime of an order coming through the system echoed through the empty lobby.
"Of fucking course." Drew muttered to himself, putting his hands on his knees as he rose out of the chair.
He looked at the delivery screen, he recognized the name of the street, but it was an address that he had never delivered to before. The town was rather rural, most deliveries this time of night were out to secluded places. He inspected the address, then went over to the map on the wall to plot his course. Following the house number, he corresponded it with the appropriate section on the grid of the map. He let out another deep sigh when he realized that it was literally at the edge of the delivery radius. It would take him at least 15 minutes to get there, and then another 15 minutes back.
He waited patiently as the cook prepared the pizza. A plain cheese on hand tossed dough. He grumbled to himself, realizing that the order was only for one pie, and the total including delivery charge was right at $13. This meant that he would likely not get a tip from this delivery, even though it was literally placed at the last minute on a Friday evening. He sat back down in the lobby and waited the eight minutes needed to fully cook, box, and package the pizza for delivery.
He heard the closing manager slap the bell on the prep table giving him the indication that the delivery was ready to go out. Again, he grumbled as he stood up and grabbed the delivery bag. His grumbles continued all the way from the lobby of the restaurant, through the parking lot, and to his car. He started his car and set out on his way. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he was met with the one stoplight that he would have to encounter on his trip, and of course it was one of the notoriously long lights in the small town.
"Oh my God, seriously!" He said to himself before letting out yet another deep sigh.
As he sat waiting for the light, he lifted his center consul and pulled out a joint that was tucked beside his sunglasses. Right as the light turned green, he sparked it up and continued down the road. He had planned on smoking half of it on the way home, and then the other half after he ate, which was his normal practice. But after the long slow night, he decided to begin his relaxation early. He cruised down the country road, listening to music and enjoying the cool night air.
After about 10 minutes of driving, he started to feel the effects of the joint. Just as he expected, it was about half finished. He put it out in the ashtray, then tucked it safely in the holder. Noticing his surroundings, he realized that he was not far from the address. He soon started seeing other houses that he had delivered to in the past. He glanced over to the receipt on top of the delivery bag to confirm the house number. 2136 was the magic number he was looking for. Most houses out on the countryside had a blue sign out by the mailbox at the end of the driveway indicating the house number for convenience.
The further he got down the road, the darker it became. He flipped on his highbeams to assist him. He saw himself approaching the 2100 block of the road he was on. He paid close attention to the numbers on the signs by the road. He finally was getting close. 2130, 2132, 2134, then 2138. This baffled him for a moment. There was quite a distance between the 2134 and 2138 houses, but he saw no sign. As he slowed almost to a stop, he looked around to see if there were any other vehicles approaching. He was alone on the road, so he quickly made a U-turn and began to creep up between the last two house numbers.
Driving less than 5 mph, Drew began staring intently out the window towards where the house should be. He pulled out his high-powered flashlight from under his seat and pointed it out his window. He almost missed it, but there it was, a very narrow, overgrown driveway, with a small mailbox almost completely obscured by ivy. 2136 were the numbers on the mailbox. He let out a sigh of relief and turned into the small driveway.
The driveway was very long, looking like something straight out of a horror movie. He slowly drove through the tunnel of vegetation that surrounded him, with only his headlights illuminating the road in front of him. He began to feel a little uneasy, but he attributed his feelings to the effects of the weed that he had smoked on the way. He drove for what seemed to be about 3 miles down the long dirt road. Finally, he saw the road start to open up a little bit into what looked like a clearing. He spotted the unmistakable illumination of a porch light just ahead of him. Just as he did, he noticed the road seemed to come to an end, with only grass in front of him.
Knowing that you should never drive on someone's lawn, he stopped his car and put it in park. He stepped out and walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and grabbed the delivery bag. As he closed the door, the first thing he noticed was the silence. Even with his car still running, it was as if it made no noise. He took a deep breath, feeling a little paranoid, and started walking towards the light. As he walked through the soft grass, it seemed as if the lights from his headlights we're getting dimmer the further away from his vehicle he got. Not only that, the light he was walking towards seemed to not get any closer as he approached.
He shook his head as he continued to walk, increasing his pace slightly. Finally he arrived at the front porch of the house. He walked up the steps and approached the door, noticing the doorbell button right next to the door. It looked very old, like something from the 60s. He pressed the button and heard the familiar ring of the doorbell. As he waited, a sweet floral scent filled his nostrils. He looked around, expecting to spot a garden close by, but he saw nothing. He then began to notice other things that seemed strange. There was no vehicle, and there were no lights on in the house. Just as he pondered this thought, a light inside the house flipped on.
The doorhandle slowly turned and began to open. Drew was aghast at the sight in front of him. A tall beautiful woman stood in the doorway. So tall in fact, that even standing at 6'1", Drew had to look up to see her face. She had very long, very shiny silver hair. She had on a very tight fitting one piece outfit that looked similar to a gymnasts leotard. Her skin was very pale, so pale that it almost looked as if it had a slight hue of blue. Her eyes were a mesmerizing emerald color and had an eerie glow about them. The outfit she wore accentuated her athletic build, hugging close to her curvy body with no wrinkles in the material at all. She had very large breast, resembling the size of large cantaloupes, with the outline of her erect nipples clearly visible. The outfit matched the color of her skin perfectly. As his eyes quickly glanced over the woman's body, he noticed the material of the outfit was tightly tucked between the lips of her pussy. He could make out every detail of her twat, two puffy lips with a small bud nestled between them. In essence, she looked as if she was standing in front of him completely naked, shaven from her face down. Drew seemed like he was in a daze as he stared at the beautiful goddess in front of him.
"Good evening...... you....you ordered a pizza?" Drew asked, stammering and fumbling over his words.
"Well yes. You got here quicker than I thought you would. I hope you had little difficulty in finding the house." She replied, in a very tender, almost skittish voice.
