The delivery girl Submission from a friend
I was so broke I took a job as a pizza delivery girl. That was a long time ago. One of my first nights I was assigned to deliver a pizza to a hotel room. No problem. I go the hotel and found the room. I knocked on the door and shouted “Pizza delivery”. When the door opened a woman, quite a bit older than me, told me to come in. The room was a typical motel room; two twin beds, a small table, a dresser and a TV. The woman was dressed in what I can only describe as biker clothing. Leather boots,...