Chapter 2

In the weeks that followed that first time I made sure I was the only one to deliver Jake’s Pizza so his question was answered, yes I did cum again, every single time, often too, as Jake almost seemed to live on Pizza... !!

Ok, so maybe I’m not the smartest cookie in the box, yes it did take me a while to realise that not every box I delivered actually contained Pizza...

It took longer to realise that there was some connection between Rhea and Jake, which was why there was a delivery for him every evening I was working. That didn’t hit me until after I overheard Rhea answering my Dad’s question. How did she know the dog licked my pussy? Obviously Jake told her, trusted her enough to reveal what happened, and Rhea must approve because she kept sending me with Jake’s delivery.

The thought didn’t bother me, actually the only thing that did worry me was not getting a regular licking, that dog’s tongue was amazing, as were the orgasms. Thinking about it, what made it so intense wasn’t just being licked by a dog, it was being watched, being exposed as I came, unable to move or hide, almost like being bound. THAT got me thinking, ok, fantasising alone in my bed at night. I rarely slept without a fantasy in my mind and fingers in my pussy.

So whilst my school friends were consumed with boys, I wasn’t, who needed a boy when a dog’s tongue was so good... ?? Ok, so I had no way to compare, still a virgin, still no second base, just the dog’s tongue licking my pussy, working inside too. No, no hymen, a result of trying to ride my bike in the woods, not on the tracks but cross country. It hurt, briefly, my Dad’s lecture and, “I told you so”, hurt for much longer.

Then school ended, my grades enough to manage a shot at University, if I could survive on the only scholarship available. My summer was going to be devoted to working, earning as much as possible. At least now I was eighteen my parents allowed me to work as many hours as I could get, as well as lifting all the restrictions on when and where I went, all they wanted was to know when to expect me back, and roughly where I was going to be. “Just in case.”

My first thought was to speak to Rhea and ask for more hours, not that I was expecting much, after all, I’m not the only one looking to make money and some of the other girls needed it more than me, at least I thought so.

Rhea was a legend in our part of town. As a boss we all knew we could go to her with a problem anytime, regardless of the problem, nothing was off limits, nothing said ever got repeated, but Rhea wasn’t one for chit-chat or letting anything or anyone slide. Staff or customer, it made no difference, step out of line and Rhea would tear you a new one, right then and there, audience be damned.

Our conversation didn’t go as I expected.

“Rhea, could we talk, later when I’m done and if you have time.”

“Took you long enough, half ten, my office.”

Pizza deliveries were 24 hour, but after nine thirty Rhea only allowed those girls with cars to deliver, after eleven thirty only permanent staff delivered. I was still cycling everywhere, so for the last hours I and the other cycle girls waitressed in the cafe or worked ‘in the back’, cleaning and scrubbing, or whatever else needed doing.

Rhea’s office was upstairs but separate from the other upstairs area which had a few rooms for the staff and a break room that also had lockers where we changed and kept personal stuff locked away. Not that we needed to lock our stuff, none of the staff would steal, but Rhea made the rules, nobody broke them without consequences.

At ten thirty I knocked on the office door. A single snapped command. “Enter”. I obeyed.

Now, you probably think I was nervous, but the truth is we all knew that the Rhea who we took our problems to wasn’t the Rhea who ran the best, ok, the only 24 hour cafe and Pizza service in town.

The office had the usual stuff, desk and file cabinets, but on one side was a sitting area, a few comfortable armchairs and a low table. That is where Rhea moved to and beckoned me to sit.

“You know the drill, out with it.” Rhea didn’t believe in what she called “pussy footing around”, anyone seeking her help had to be totally upfront and absolutely honest.

“I’ve managed to get the grades and a scholarship for University, but the scholarship isn’t going to be enough on it’s own, so I need to earn as much this summer as I can, but I know there are other girls who need money so I guess you can’t give me a full time job.” That was the easy part. “So I know I’ll have to find another job, but ... Well, I don’t want to stop delivering Jake’s Pizza...”