A Very Special Delivery

After the ordeal of a day she'd been through, consisting of nothing but the monotonous task that was driving from one end of her small town to the next, as a pizza delivery girl all that Miriam could manage to squeak out was a short pathetic "Ugh".

Once she was through with her outburst Miriam's head went limp and slammed straight into the steering wheel's horn which in response shouted out a brief yet overpowering 'HONK' that echoed throughout the neighbourhood.

She was almost at the end of an eight hour shift, the finishing line so close and yet so far away at that same time, therefore her groan was well earned if not overdue. Getting this job was the worst decision she had ever made by a country mile. Miriam loved eating pizza as much as the next girl so logically she thought that she would love delivering pizza just as much.

Heartbreakingly she couldn't have been more wrong. Her job was paradoxically both mind numbingly boring and soul crushingly tiresome. But Miriam needed the job even if she despised every single aspect of it. Which she did. Looking up towards her cars rear-view mirror and saw a miserable young woman staring back at her.

Miriam's shoulder length jet black hair was unkempt, a comb hadn't so much as scratched her skull in days, while her usually pale skin was now stained in patterns of cheetah spots made from a witches brew of grease and sweat. The perfume Miriam wore was named 'Sleep deprived wage slave'. Her eyes had enough bags packed for a vacation that she desperately needed. She'd only been at the job for about a month and yet Miriam had found that she hated just about every part of it.

She hated the ridiculously long hours, she hated the cheap pay, she hated the rude customers and she hated the stupid uniform she was forced to wear. Painfully tight black jeans that hugged her like a python, a loose red shirt meant for a man twice her size or more and capped off with a dorky red baseball cap with a pizza slice poorly stitched on. And to top it all off she was staving. Her brakes were just long enough for her to either run to the toilet or to sneak a quick snack not both.

Not helping the matter was that their was a solution to at least one of her ills and ironically enough it was resting on the passenger seat next to her. The end to her starvation was found in a warm bag filled with two large peperoni pizza's.

Miriam was tempted to sneak a slice for herself but she knew that it wasn't worth the risk. The customer would soon after realise a piece was missing, put two and two together and finger her as the most likely suspect, phone up her boss to complain who would then fire Miriam for her misdeed.

While being fired would obviously be a negative outcome Miriam couldn't deny that it did hold some satisfaction. A chance to be free from her torment. As Her hunger stabbed at her again Miriam gripped the steering wheel with herculean strength trying her best not to rip it from it's socket. Quickly She reminded her self what all this torture was in service for. The New Speedy the Squirl game.

Miriam had been a fan of the video game franchise since she was little and the newest instalment was set to release in just under a months time. She was desperate to play the game but sadly Miriam couldn't afford the disc let alone the console it came on.

Money had been tight recently for the college student, her parents were more than willing to help her with her rent but everything else such as groceries and assorted luxuries were left to up to her, meaning that Miriam didn't have nearly enough to buy the game of her dreams.

Having little other options she took on a position at her local pizza place as a delivery girl. After refocusing on her mission and now Miriam turned to look out the driver side window where she found the last house of her shift. It was a large if otherwise average suburban home, the only standout feature were some unkempt bushes that the homeowner had allowed to grow wild. She muttered "Lets just get this over with." quietly to herself.

But before Miriam could pull herself up and out of her car she took out her phone to take one last cursory glance at the customers order just to make sure she didn't miss anything, she'd already been chewed out by her boss for forgetting another customers side order of garlic bread, and it was lucky that she did this as Miriam caught something that she'd overlooked before. The customer had placed a special request to go with his or her meal.

The reluctant pizza girl groaned in frustration yet again. By far and away these special requests were her least favourite part of the job. It was an awful idea the company had started right around the time she was hired.

Customers would order their food on the company's app and when they were finished they could make special request that the driver could choose whether or not to do. While they weren't technically mandatory if you wanted a decent tip, or any tip at all for that matter, you'd have no choice but to humiliate yourself.

While it was never anything major, she still dreaded doing these silly little side quests. Singing the company's jingle was one of the more frequent requests she was forced into. Once she was asked to only speak in rhyme which was particularly annoying as that customer had ordered a pineapple pizza. Another time she was asked to sub in for a clown at a kids tenth birthday party. Miriam was still suffering from nightmares because of that last one.

These tasks were usually a waste of time and not worth the pocket change people threw her way. Miriam grumbled "Might as well see what they're asking for." Already planning on rejecting the offer.

She dragged up the webpage to see the request and more importantly how much they were offering. What Miriam saw shook her to her very core and what that was was just how much the customer were willing to tip. Two hundred dollars.

She blinked once, then twice before she rubbed her eyes with her free hand to make sure that her sleep deprived mind wasn't playing a cruel trick on her. Once Miriam was certain she was suitably concisions she checked the app again only to find that the number had stayed and hadn't been swept away alongside Mr Sandman.

Miriam couldn't let her hopes get too high or they else wouldn't survive the fall that reality would bring. She rationalized the mistake as some sort of glitch in the app and so she refreshed the page over and over and again and again but no matter how many times she did so the number never altered. Miriam was stunned, her jaw hanging low in the air, "This can't be real. Can it?" she asked herself breathlessly.

It was more than enough to afford her game and then some. As quickly as Miriam had made her mind to abandon the challenge she switched again and decided that no matter what the stranger asked of her she would follow through with it. If he or she wanted her to teach a pig to fly then mother nature be damned she'd make it soar. You would have to be an idiot to turn that much money down.

Unfortunately for her Miriam had forgotten the age old idiom 'If something seems too good to be true than it probably is.' After quietly, and not to mention prematurely, celebrating her new found wealth Miriam finally read what the request actually was. The text was only three words long. Three simple yet terrifying words. 'Deliver food naked.'

It was unambiguous. Straight to the point. No room to misinterpret what the customer wanted. Miriam was seriously being asked to walkout into suburbia naked as eve in the garden before she had bit the apple. Her first instinct was, naturally, to reject this humiliating task outright. She had never done something like this before and wasn't planning on breaking that streak tonight.

Did this guy, she assumed the customer was a man because only a man would be dumb and or brave enough to ask a stranger to do something so perverted, really expect her to just strip off and walk up his front yard baring it all for any nosy neighbours to see?

It wasn't worth the risk, that went almost without saying of course, there were an endless number of horrible or humiliating ways it could end. She could be arrested for streaking or someone could take a photo put it online and immortalise the worst decision of her life. The smart thing, the rational thing, the only thing she could do was say no.

And yet, against everything rational thought inside of her screaming not to, she was still considering it. Two hundred dollars was a lot of money but was it enough to buy her dignity? Miriam loved Speedy and her games but was her devotion to her beloved gaming mascot worth potentially if not almost certainly humiliating herself over? Miriam thought that the answer was as clear as day. But if it was so obvious than why was she still debating doing it?

The walk from her car to the house was less than a minutes worth so she wouldn't be out in the buff for two long. If she delivered the food clothed, or if she didn't deliver it at all, than she would be forced to work at least another few months at least at a job she hated. Miriam was beside herself. Her excitement at her dream game fought with her natural reluctance to embarrass herself. And If Miriam was a little more honest with herself than she could admit that the money wasn't the only reason she was entertaining this challenge. The question of if she was bold enough to do something so daring was thumbing the scales a bit.

In the end she decided that even if she didn't get anything else out of it she'd at least have a fun story to tell at parties. Not waiting any further out of fear that she would talk herself out of this horrible idea she began to undress. Miriam placed her hat on the passenger seat so that it wouldn't get in the way and then, with less reluctance then she would ever admit too, lifted her shirt up and over her head before throwing it behind her and onto the back seat.

She looked down at her chest, now protected only by a black bra, and realised that her heart was roaring at her. Miriam had barely begun and yet her chest was already starting to race with a cocktail of energetic excitement and paralysing fear. She pulled a hand up to steady her heart, inadvertently groping her breast, as it beat like a humming bird. After she had calmed down Miriam looked down at herself dissatisfied.

Miriam was never the most active person the result of which was that she had a noticeably prominent belly. It was a problem that Miriam never had the time or energy to fix. While her pudge was an issue she could mend with time and effort her breasts were on the other hand a flaw she couldn't remedy. Miriam had a smaller chest then most other women she knew around an A maybe a B minus if she was feeling generous that day.

Miriam hoped against hope that the customer would be satisfied with her display and that he wouldn't skimp out on her tip based on the size of her chest, or rather her lack of one, though she wasn't as confident about that fact as she would have liked. Once she was through judging herself, for the moment at least, Miriam tossed her bra behind her somewhere close to her discarded top.

"Look at that already halfway done" Miriam mused to herself. There was a quietly growing excitement in her voice that she choose to ignore while kicking her shoes off onto the floor, they'd just get in the way otherwise. Awkwardly, both because it was difficult to do so while sitting and the fact that it would be next to impossible to rationally explain what she was doing if someone suddenly caught her, Miriam undid her pants and began to slide them off of her legs.

Soon her trousers reached her ankles, then her feet and finally onto the car floor. Miriam wanted to take a short brake as soon as her pants were off to catch her breath, this whole ordeal had already taken a toll on the poor woman's anxiety, but she didn't. Miriam couldn't allow a moments distraction. If she slowed down now Miriam might just talk herself out of this perfectly ludicrous idea.

With her rationality all but abandoned Miriam peeled off her similarly coloured black panties. She choose to ignore the slight dampness she found hidden inside. It admitted something she'd rather not acknowledge. She tossed her last stitch of clothing, her protection from total nudity, away from her as if it was nothing more than a used tissue.

While Miriam was unsatisfied to say the least with her chest she was more than comfortable with the size of her rear. Her butt had been colourfully described to her as large, curvy and perfectly peach shaped by a former boyfriend who only stopped being her partner after he wouldn't stop going on and on about the magnificence of her bum to anyone who would listen. Hopefully the customer agreed, for the sake of her tip of course.

She was now completely naked save for a weary smile. But Miriam couldn't start her job just yet. She needed to put her shoes back on. Miriam was, apparently, willing to bare it all for the world to study at it's leisure but not if meant putting her feet in harms way. The customer didn't specify that she couldn't wear shoes, they were arguably more of an accessory anyway, but still she hoped that the customer wouldn't buck on her tip because of a technicality.

While putting her shoes back on Miriam gazed up at her reflection in the car's mirror and realised that her face had turned maraschino cherry red. "God." she said "I'm already embarrassed and nobody's even seen me yet." she straightened up and looked down and saw her nipples poking straight out begging for relief. "It's just the cold." Miriam rationalised but not completely believing her own lie.

Miriam shook the thought away and went back to the job at hand. She was ready to go except for one last problem. If Miriam wasn't wearing her uniform how would the customer know that she was delivering his pizza and not just some sort of run of the mill nudist? She looked back into her car and found her cap just barely poking out underneath the pile of her discarded clothes. It sported the company's logo so it would have to do.

There was a reluctance hidden within Miriam to put it on. Oddly she thought that wearing only her shoes and a hat would paradoxically make her seem more naked than if she wore nothing at all. but for some reason, that she didn't really understand or want to, that made it a little more appealing. She collected her cap and put it back on.

Slowly she stretched a bare leg out of her car and into the empty dark night. It wasn't even a particularly cold evening but wearing next to nothing made the temperature drop like a blowing ball off of a skyscraper. The cold night air kissed every inch of her body it was uniquely pleasant and oddly relaxing in a sense that was completely alien to her.

Miriam shook her head, she couldn't allow herself to get distracted. "Let's just hope that this guy gives me his tip." Miriam muttered to herself before her blush ran across her face upon realising her accidental double entendre.

Shaking the embarrassment away Miriam discovered another problem. She had intended to use one hand to hold the base of the pizza box while the other had the important job of shielding either her breasts or slit but Miriam unfortunately realised that this was impractical and would only lead to the pizza being destroyed.

So being faced with no other option Miriam reluctantly choose to cradle the pizza in both hands all the while letting her breasts, ass and pussy breath in the night's air.

After taking one last deep breath Miriam steeled her nerves and marched away from the safety of her car. One uneasy foot in front of another. She looked around her surroundings hesitantly. Thankfully the street was seemingly doornail dead, everyone had either gone to bed or was getting ready for it. That was good it meant that there was less of a chance that she would be seen by any one.

Other than the customer that is. Miriam still hadn't fully accepted the fact that she would need to be seen by at least one person in order to receive her tip but that was a bridge she'd cross once she'd reached it.

The excitement and fear of what she was doing was beginning to overwhelm Miriam. The thoughts of everything that could go wrong clouded her mind. She steadied herself by repeating "You're just delivering a pizza. Nothing else." pretending that this was just another ordinary delivery to try ease her anxiety.

It didn't work as well as she'd hope. Her mind wouldn't stop running wild with ideas about how she could get caught, if this was all just some elaborate prank or worst of all if once she had reached the house that she'd simply be stiffed on her tip. Miriam figured that was the worst outcome because it would mean that she did all of this for nothing.

'No' Miriam thought 'No one would be that cruel'. Or at least that's what she hoped. As She inched closer to the door a hesitant footstep at a time Miriam realised that she must have looked at least a little silly. If she caught another woman doing what she was doing she'd just assume that they were a pervert.

Miriam continued to think about her hypothetical fellow deviant with a building elation. Who else would be bold enough to walk out into the dark night leaving their clothing and shame at home, heart jumping in her chest every half second threatening to leap out, face red enough to enrage a bull, her tits bouncing with every, sweat and excitement blending together between her thighs. Why any woman that would willing set a foot outside with nothing more than a pair of shoe's and dumb hat would just begging for anybody to bend them over give her the satisfaction she so clearly needed.

Her imagination nearly got the better of her as Miriam almost moaned before she threw a hand over her mouth catching the noise just as it was about to escape her. She had a job to do she couldn't let anything, not even her own body, distract her. No matter how loud her loins called with siren conviction.

Scolding herself Miriam repeated 'You're scared not horny. Don't confuse the two. This is just for the money. Nothing more.' before continuing on her journey, doing everything in her power to ignore the wet streak running down her thigh. This was the most excruciating experience Miriam had ever faced in her young twenty two years of life but at the very least it was almost over.

Or at least that's what she thought. Glancing back to check how far she'd gone Miriam found, to her disappointment, that she had barley walked fifteen feet from her car. To her it had felt like hours had past but she had actually made little to no progress. She realised that the longer she took the more she risked being seen by some stranger, who wasn't even paying for the privilege, so she tried to speed up. She started walking faster, two steps at a time, the sooner Miriam delivered the pizza then the sooner she would get paid and the sooner this night would be over.

Just as Miriam was finally making actual progress a light suddenly came on in a neighbouring house. Miriam's eye's went so wide they nearly leaped from their sockets, her legs almost buckled beneath her but Miriam managed to stay upright, for the moment at least. She didn't know what to do. At any moment the neighbour could look out and catch her bare as a bear. "Oh god no" she whimpered quietly to herself.

Desperately Miriam searched for cover, anything to hide behind and protect her dignity, and after what felt like an eternity she found salvation. Salvation came in the form of one of the gardens overgrown bushes. "Thank god for a stranger's laziness." she whispered before, as fast as her favourite rodent ducking behind the sizeable shrubby.

Miriam held the pizza to her chest as if it were a life preserver. Her chosen hiding spot was uncomfortable to say the least, twigs were painfully poking her in the bum, but she'd take a little discomfort over getting caught.

Miriam didn't even dare to take a breath. Had anyone seen her? How many people had seen her? Did they believe their eyes when they saw a naked woman darting about their neighbours front garden? This was a nightmare Miriam couldn't wake up from. Her heart was racing away from her. Every inch of her was wound up fit to burst and unfortunately that excitement had to leave her one way or another.

A quiet "Drip, drip drip" began echoing throughout the front yard. The trickle itself wasn't uniquely loud but as the backdrop for an otherwise silent garden it was damn near deafening. Miriam began desperately scanning her surroundings trying to find the sound's source and praying terribly that it wasn't anywhere near her. She thought it might have been the garden hose or maybe the gutters but to Miriam's horror she realised that the sound was coming from her. More accurately it was her juices leaking from her sex.

"Oh god no" Miriam mouthed. She quickly cupped her sex with her right hand trying to block any more of her juices from spilling out. Her slit was practically on fire demanding to be put out and it took all Miriam's strength not to satisfy her desires. There she was shivering, naked and caught between terrified and thrilled.

This was by far and away the most harrowing moment of Miriam's entire life and the worst part was that she couldn't do anything but wait to either be found and humiliated or be fortunate enough to escape with at least a shred of her dignity in tact. Miriam began praying to anyone listening that she would go unnoticed and stay hidden.

Miriam sat there, more anxious than she had ever been before, for a few minutes that felt more like an eternity until at last some unforeseen deity took pity on the poor girl and answered her prays convincing the neighbours to turn their lights back off. Miriam let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.

Cautiously Miriam poked her head out to confirm that she was alone with only her humiliation to accompany her. Time was of the essence, Miriam didn't want to go through the horror she had just undergone, so not wasting a second more she pulled herself back up and went back to work.

The customers door was now only a few feet away. Miriam raced forward eager for the job to be done The customer's door was right in front of her, welcome mat under her feet and the doorbell staring straight through her soul.

She sighed deeply happy that her harrowing ordeal was almost over. But then with shrinking confidence Miriam realised that everything before now had been the easy part. it was here on the customers door step where she'd find the hard part.

The walk from her car was difficult because there was a slight chance she could have been seen but now, if she wanted her tip, she'd have to ring the doorbell and hand over the pizza completely naked. Letting some stranger ogle her bare body a privilege that only a handful of men and women had ever seen. She'd be freely sacrificing her decency and all for only two hundred dollars.

Miriam could just as easily throw down the pizza and run as fast as she could back to her car with her preverbal tail between her legs and no tip to speak of but then this whole ordeal, the terror she had faced, would have been for nothing. So Miriam, using more courage than she ever thought she had, pressed on the doorbell. After a few agonizing seconds the door swung open to revel an unexpectedly handsome young man.

He had a roughly square face, deep green eyes and towered over Miriam. The man couldn't have been that much older than Miriam herself. Miriam stood there stunned by him her legs crossed in a vain attempt to try and maintain some modesty which inadvertently pushed her breasts together while she held the box in the palms of her hands. She struggled to take her eyes off of him. The man was equally captivated by her.

He stared at Miriam with ecstatic astonishment. He blinked furiously not truly believing that the bare beauty before him was really there or not. He was practically salivating at the sight of her and no matter how hard he looked, and he looked long and hard, he couldn't find a single fault on her. Every mark and blemish was just another reason to worship her.

The man wanted to say something do anything but nothing left his mouth and his body refused to move. You wouldn't know it by how he was acting but the customer tended to be more relaxed. But something about Miriam brought him down to a fawning fool unable to form a proper sentence.

It was entirely possible that pair of them would simply stand there stuck for all of eternity bound by their mutual embarrassment and arousal if Miriam did not abruptly ask "So did you order two large peperoni's?". The man nodded awkwardly before saying "Yesidid." so quickly it came out sounding like one word.

She handed him his food which he accepted eagerly. The pairs hand's briefly touched during the exchange sending a pleasant chill up Miriam's spine. While he turned to place the food on a nearby table his eyes never left Miriam's breasts. To him they were perfect and he would have given anything to simply bury his face between them. She quickly realised that he wasn't just staring at her but two very specific parts of her and met his gaze with a slightly exaggerated amount of irritation.

After realising that she had caught him he apologised "Sorry for staring at your uh. Just sorry for staring." Strangely flattered by his overt interest in her body Miriam assured him "Don't be. You paid to see them after all." with a smile somewhere between bashful and flirtatious.

The customer relaxed a little at Miriam's apparent nonchalance and asked "So do you do this kind of stuff often?" Miriam leaning her hand against the door frame answered as confidently as she could fake "No first time actually."

Raising a curious eyebrow the man then asked her "Then why did you go along with it?" She took a second to find an answer that didn't make her seem either cheap or a pervert. The best she could do was "Well when someone offers you that much you'd be a fool to turn it down. That and I might have enjoyed myself a little." Miriam answered while trying to laugh off her embarrassment. "I can tell." the man whispered breathlessly while his eyes glanced down towards her now soaking wet slit.

Miriam didn't catch what he said she was busy basking in his silent admiration. He wanted this moment to last an eternity, with him alone with a beautiful bare woman on his porch who didn't abject to him staring at her so unabashedly. It was honestly a miracle that he hadn't exploded at the first sight of her.

He attempted to prolong the conversation for as long as possible so he bashfully admitted "I uh enjoyed watching you try to hide." This in no way at all comforted the poor girl. As it made her painfully aware that the man had been watching her all throughout her journey across his garden from her car to his front door. Studying how she moved while naked, how her body swayed, how it reacted to the night's chilled air.

'Oh god' she thought to herself. Miriam realised that He had seen her pathetically scramble out of sight, flailing about like a fish on a boat. She wanted to sink into herself and never come out. The only thing that stopped her from fully succumbing to despair was the man's next words "I thought it was kind of cute. How embarrassed you were I mean."

The man must have been able to tell that Miriam was still a little mortified and feeling somewhat responsible attempted to comfort her a little more "If it's any help I don't think anyone saw you. Other than me of course." Miriam laughed a little before saying "Well it's nice to know that only one pervert saw me tonight." The man turned away, hiding a certain amount of not unearned shame. He admitted somewhat reluctantly "Going to be honest I didn't really expect anyone to go through with my request and I certainly didn't think I'd get someone as cute as you."

'What a charming deviant.' Miriam thought to herself. 'Not many men would be confident enough to flirt with a woman moments after humiliating her.' She smiled devilishly. He had had his fun the evening and now it was her turn to embarrass him "Well our motto is to always please the customer." the word 'please' and it's obvious implications sent a shade of red running up the man's face. At that moment Miriam couldn't tell who was blushing harder, him or her.

Now wanting nothing more than for his own embarrassment to remain unseen the man got his wallet, hastily pulled out some money and handed Miriam her tip. Miriam took her reward eagerly, counted it and then noticed something odd. He hadn't given her the two hundred that he had promised. Miriam counted the money again but this only confirmed what she already knew. He had given her just over four hundred dollars. Double what he had offered. She was almost speechless but managed to confess his mistake to hi "Uh sorry but you must have made a mistake. this is a little more than you offered." while trying to hand the extra two hundred dollars back to him.

The customer put his hands up defensively and insisted. "Keep it. Think of it as an apology for what I put you through tonight." She didn't know how to thank the man. She guessed that the best place to start would be by introducing herself to him. it was more than a bit awkward that she had shown nearly every angle of herself off to this man and yet they didn't even know each others names. "Thanks. I'm Miriam by the way." He smiled back warmly "I'm Richard, and if it's alright with you, I think I'll ordering from your place exclusively from now on."

Miriam's gaze lingered on Richard as she began to step back. "Well then. I look forward to doing business with you in the future." she turned intentionally giving the Richard, it was nice to put a name to her mysterious customer, a perfect view of her rear. Richard gasped quietly, but just enough for Miriam to hear at the sight. "Holy shit." Miriam smiled to herself there was no doubt in her mind that Richard would watch her every step as she walked back to her car. In all likelihood Richard was probably going rub one out as soon as he was alone Miriam jugged as if she wasn't considering doing the same.

Miriam couldn't even pretend to deny her own excitement any longer. The wetness below her lips was evidence enough of this. Her journey back to her car wasn't as long as Miriam thought it would be, she assumed it was because she'd already been seen by someone so the worst had come to pass. Before long she was back in her car. This certainly wasn't how she imagined how her night would end. Not that it wasn't thrilling of course.

She had gotten enough to pay for her game and then some, flirted with a cute guy and did something she never dreamed of ever doing. Miriam didn't want the night to end so soon but She needed to redress. Then again what's the worst that could happen? She allowed her mind to once again race with the worst possible outcome that she could imagine. What if a cop pulled her over and caught her? Would he let her go or would he ask her to step out to punish her properly. She moaned at the terrible thought. Maybe she could wait until she got home to throw something on. Miriam had something much more important to take care of first.