This just doesn’t happen every day. I took on the job of delivering pizzas in my local town to supplement my regular job while going to college. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I needed to do.The tips are a ‘hit and miss’. Most people are pretty nice, but every now and then I get some really sour people who don’t appreciate my friendliness and door-to-door delivery. Most people however, are really, really nice.About two weeks back, I got a call to take a hot delivery to an address in our system that was a regular delivery address. Looking at the system, I could see the person ordered pizza quite a bit, so I was hopeful for a good tip.The house was nothing special and as I wondered up the short sidewalk. I looked at the label on the box for the name of the customer. I had been told early on to always ask for the name of the customer to insure we were delivering to the right customer at the correct address.I knocked on the door at 487 Northbrook and waited. The porch light came on and the door opened. A strikingly gorgeous woman, probably in her early thirties and attired in a pink robe that was tied at the waist, greeted me with a smile.“Andrea?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied with a smile.I handed her the pizza boxes – two of them and the one liter of cola.“That’s twenty-nine fifty,” I said.“Hold up and let me get it,” she replied, stepping away from the door. The door closed and almanbahis I waited. After a moment, she opened the door and apologized.“Do you take checks?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied.She held the door open with her foot. Her robe was untied and slightly parted. I did my best to keep my eyes focused on hers and not anything else.“Can you come in?” she asked.“I can wait here,” I replied.She insisted, waving her hand in a gesture to come in, so I stepped inside. I could hear giggling coming from the living area, even though I couldn’t’t see into the room.Andrea disappeared and then reappeared a few seconds later, a checkbook and a pen in hand.“How much did you say I owe?” she asked.“Twenty-nine fifty,” I replied.Andrea made no attempt to conceal the fact that her robe was now fully open and that I could see she was completely naked under it. The job certainly had its perks.“Turn around,” she instructed. “I need your back.”I turned around as she placed the checkbook on my shoulder and began to fill out a check.“Well shit!” she declared, waving her pen in the air. “Out of ink.”I fished into my pocket and handed her my pen.“Thanks,” she replied. I could feel her scribbling in her signature. She took a step back, as I turned around. She ripped the check from the ledger and handed it to me. I glanced at the check.She had written it for $50.“Thanks,” I gleefully replied, folding up the check almanbahis yeni giriş and stiffing it into my pocket. “If there is anything else you need, just call the store and ask for me by name. My name is Rex.”About that time, another house guest, who was very scantily clad in a lacy and very sheer teddy, stepped into the foyer, a slice of pizza in her hand.“Andrea,” she said, “Are you going to… whoa, sorry.”The guest took a step back as she sized me up.“Nice,” she said after a few seconds of awkward silence.“This is Rex,” Andrea said, introducing me to her house guest, Robin.“Oh wow,” Robin extolled. “Does Rex like sex?”“Yes,” I replied.Robin stepped forward and looped her arm under mine, to guide me into the living room. I started to protest, but went with it, since I was in total shock.Two other very scantily clad young ladies were stationed on the couch, eating the pizza I had just delivered, and when I say scantily attired, I mean it. One was wearing nothing but a robe, which like Andrea’s, was parted and the other wore fishnet stockings, a black thong, and a push-up black lace bra.“Look ladies,” Robin announced, “We have a guest.”“Woohoo!” one of them shouted, thrusting a fist ceiling-ward. The only light on in the room was a lamp and soft jazz poured from a speaker off to one side of the room. Lighted candles sat on the fireplace mantle and the coffee table.Robin almanbahis giriş pushed me on to the couch between the two guests already stationed there. She then launched herself on to my lap, straddling me, her hands on my shoulders as she faced me.“So Rex,” Robin began, as she looked me straight in the eyes, “have you ever been to a ladies’ only lingerie party?”“No,” I replied, “I can’t say that I have.”“Good,” Robin replied, “because that’s what this is and we need your opinion on what looks best and works best for each of us.”I was game.“And if you’re a good guy,” Robin said, “And you play your cards right, you might get a special tip from one of us.”I was all ears.“Can I call the store and let them know to take me off the clock?” I asked.“Sure,” Robin replied, as she sat back on my lap. I managed to pull my cell from my pants and call the store.“I’ve got an emergency that has come up,” I told my boss John. “I’ll make it up to ya.”John was a cool manager. He said he understood and to call him later.Robin leaned forward and slipped her hands up under my untucked shirt.“What do you say we get a bit relaxed?” Robin asked, as she squeezed my chest muscles. Damn.Robin slowly unbuttoned my work shirt and parted it to reveal my abs and pecs.“Check this out ladies,” She declared. “The dude has a body gorgeous!”Robin leaned forward and ran her tongue around each of my nipples before working her way up to the nape of my neck. I rested my head on the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling. I took in a deep breath and exhaled.“Dude,” Robin whispered. “You are so damn sexy!”My cock was growing in size, by the second.