Late Fee rough draft

Late Fee.

Rachel set her cap down as she entered the small pizza joint. “Markus. Hey Markus.” She scratched at her short black hair. “I am here. Where are you already?”

He emerged from the back room, a blast of hot air hitting her in the face. “It’s about time you got here.” He looked Rachel over. “We had almost a dozen people calling for you specifically to bring them their pizza’s.” He scratched his head. “I still can’t fathom why.” He looked at her as she walked over and picked up the pizza, her shirt barely covering her breasts. “Though I guess there might be a reason.”

“If you are saying it’s my looks shut it.” She chewed away at her gum. “I doubt they are all ordering this pizza to get a look at me.”

He shrugged. “Hey whatever the reason. Am I right. The address will be on your phone. Oh and one more thing. We are indroducing a new rule. A thirty minutes or it’s free thing.”

“You are kidding right?”

“No. And well there is something else but you will find out if you deliver any late pizzas.” He looked at the clock. “And considering that took a good fifteen minutes to bake you only have that long to take it to it’s desination.”

Racehel grabbed her cap and slapped it on her head. “Fucking Christ. You are just going ahead and indroducing all sorts of crazy new rules aren’t you?” She shook her head as she used her butt to open the door. “What is next? You are going to make me pay for the pizza.”

“Hey wait.” He dashed around the counter. “You forgot this.”

“What? I have a pizza to deliver. You want your money right?”

He put a braclet on her wrist. “You are to wear this while you work.”

“Huh?” She narrowed her blue eyes. “Why?”

“You will find out if you deliver any late pizzas.” He smilled. “Good luck.”

Rachel snorted. “Markus why do I get the feeling you just started some new crazy policy?”

“What? Nooooo.” He pushed her out the door. “Now hurry you don’t want to deal with the late fee. Shoo, shooo!”

Rachel snorted. “Well hopefully I get more money out of this craziness.” She put a sick of gum into her mouth and began to hum as she walked over to her moterbike. Spring was around the coner and today the weather was good. She could wear her short sleave jacket and skin tight shorts that showed off her ass. “Now lets see where I have to go.” She tied the pizza on the back of the bike. “Fuck half way across town?” She rolled her eyes and slid her thigh’s across the purring vehicle. “Well I better get going.”

The treck across town took more time then Rachel would have wanted. For some reason traffic at this time of day was slow and thic nor did she make any of the lights. At one point she risked taking a red to avoid the new deadline. She didn’t want her boss to miss out on money, as that would translate to her missing out on money.

Still it didn’t matter. As she pulled up into the driveway of a small suburban home she noticed the time. “Fuck! I am five minutes late.” She snorted as she kicked the kickstand of her bike. “I better get this overwith.”

Rachel waked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later a young man opend and smirked. “Hi.” He bushed. “You must be the pizza girl.”

“Yes. I am sorry that I arrived late. We have a new thing. If it’s not—”

“I know.” He pulled out his phone. “And it’s okay.”

“Look I am sorry that it’s late. Please. . .” Her eyes widded as the band around her wrist tightend. Her boobs suddenly tensed as they pressed against her shirt. “Ohhh fuckkk. . .” She moaned as they slowly stretched out, swelling almost a cup size.

He smirked as he took the pizza. “Wow I guess the new promotion was right. If the pizza is late it’s free with a show.”

Rachel moaned and looked down at her boobs. “What. . . what happened?”

“Thank you for the pizza.” He bowed. “You look good by the way. Nice tomboy look lady.” He closed the door.