Chapter 1

I am a thirty-three year old female called Jane. I live in the west of England and earn my money as a home delivery driver for a mail order catalogue company. I am of, what would generally be described as, petite build. Sexually I would describe myself as bi-sexual with a strong tendency towards other women, although I sometimes enjoy a good male fuck.

As far as my sexuality is concerned, a major factor of my make-up is that I like to dominate my sexual partners and to sometimes humiliate them. I guess I am a sexual bully and even unpleasant on occasion, but it is this side of my sexual personality that drive's me and from which I gain so much enjoyment. Selfishly, therefore, I make no apologies for my actions; It's just the way I am and if people don't like me for it, then tough! In mitigation, I would point out that whilst I get a kick out of mild sexual humiliation, I'm don't physically hurt anyone and would never condone physically forces someone into sex against their will. As to a little blackmail?... well that's another matter!

I really enjoy my job as a driver, not because it's a great job in itself, but for the sexual opportunities it allow me. You see, the catalogue company I deliver for, whilst offering a range of ladies and mens clothing also operates a separate catalogue that specialises in lingerie and sex-toys and my duties include delivering the goods from both catalogues. This gives me the opportunity of meeting lots of different people in their home environments and often when they are not expecting visitors. Even better is the fact that my geographic delivery area takes in some pretty poor parts of town where people often can't really afford the goods they are buying even when we offer C.O.D. terms. This means that I often come across people who I can easily take advantage of, whilst at the same time offering them a little financial help along the way; If I think they deserve it!

Each morning I arrive at the distribution warehouse to pickup my van and the delivery schedule for that day. The van is already loaded overnight by the warehouse staff and the schedule lists each stop, a suggested route and the parcel numbers for each delivery. I also get a separate inventory of what each parcel contains but this is just listed as catalogue numbers. This parcel inventory is for the customers to check that the parcel contains not only the right number of items but also obviously the correct items. It is listed only as catalogue numbers to prevent any customer embarrassment if they have ordered goods from our 'adult' catalogue.

Most of the drivers just grab their paperwork and set off for the first delivery, keen to finish their route as soon as possible and get home. For myself, I take a little more care. I always return home before starting my deliveries and check the parcel inventory lists against our catalogues to see exactly what people have ordered. With experience you get to recognise the catalogue number ranges and quickly know which parcels contain 'adult' goods; So it doesn't take me long to check the details. Then, when I set off on my rounds, I know which customers may be good possibilities for sexual adventures.

Generally I select one of a number of tried and tested approaches. If I know a parcel contains lingerie I may offer to wait whilst the woman who ordered it tries it on, under the pretext of saving her the time and hassle of sending it back if it doesn't fit. This has often lead to a number of lesbian encounters for me.

If the parcel contains adult toys I will often try to embarrass the recipient into showing me what they have ordered or I will talk to them about owning such goods myself. This usually breaks the ice and if I play it carefully sometimes allows me to get them to try out the toys or I even allow me to demo it for them.

If the recipient is a really shy quiet type, then I often find myself getting a little more unpleasant and let them know, that I know exactly what they have ordered. These types will often be really embarrassed and worried that it will get out to their friends and neighbours, what they have ordered. I play on this fear and have on occasion bullied these clients into sexual situations with hints that I will indeed let other people know what they ordered from us.

The final category of clients that are often vulnerable are those that have ordered goods that they know, and I know, they can't really afford. For these customers, if I really like the look of them, I sometimes offer to help them pay for their goods but only in return for sexual favours. Its amazing what people are prepared to do, where money is concerned and whilst it costs me money, I just think of it as payment for sex which I am quite happy to do.

As I said, I generally go after other woman but have, on occasion, played my 'games' with couples and single men. Once I even had sex with a mother and her daughter; more of which latter!

Okay, I say again, I realise that some of my behaviour is cruel and unpleasant, but the adventures I get out of it are worth all the guilt. I hope when you read about some of them, that you will agree.

I shall start by telling you about the first customer I ever had sex with. I knew full well what I was doing as it was also the first time I bothered to check my parcel contents against the catalogue. So when I set of on my deliveries that day I knew exactly what each customer had ordered. Nearly all the parcels on this particular day contained ordinary clothing but one contained lingerie form the adult catalogue. I decided to make that the last delivery of the day but knew I would still get there by mid- afternoon. The customer was called Mandy and she had ordered two silk bras, some g-strings, a basque and a pair of open crotch panties. Not that risky, I grant you, but enough that I decided to talk to her and let her know, I knew what she had bought just to 'test the water', so to speak. After that I didn't really have a plan as such, but hoped that maybe the situation might develop so that I could try and seduce her. I figured I had nothing to lose.

Mandy lived in a very ordinary small family house and was, I would guess, about thirty five years of age. When she opened to door to me, I was struck by her beauty; plain but very natural.

"Hi," I Said, "I'm Jane and I've got your order for you."

"Oh right," she replied, "that was quick, I only ordered it a few days ago."

"We try to please," I said with a smile and added, "where do you want it?" as I walked straight into her hallway, without giving her the chance to block my entry. I think she was taken aback when I didn't just hand her the parcel on the doorstep but before she could say anything I disarmed her with a cheery, "Nice house you've got here, you've got great taste!"

Mandy, not really knowing what to say simply replied, "Oh, thanks, erh... just put the parcel anywhere," and suggested by her body movements that she expected me to leave immediately.

I, of course, had other plans.

"Nice stuff you've ordered, particularly the basque!" I said as I placed the parcel on the hallway table.

"What!", she blurted.

"The basque," I repeated, "very nice, I've got one myself."

"You know what I've ordered?" she said looking alarmed.

"Oh sure, it's on our delivery documents," I said in the most matter of fact way possible, as if it made no difference to me and shouldn't to her. I wanted to make Mandy feel comfortable with me. I added, "but you should be aware they cut them generously, so if it's too big don't hesitate to send it back will you."

"er... okay... um... thanks for letting me know." She said, still a little unsure as to why I still wasn't leaving.

"Tell you what," I said, "this is my last delivery for today, so why don't you try the stuff on now and if any of its not what you want then I can take it back with me. That will save you the time, hassle and cost of a return parcel."

Mandy seemed very unsure about my offer, and said politely, "Oh that's okay, I'm sure it will be okay and I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble."

Still I held out, "no trouble at all, you make me a quick cup of coffee and whilst I drink it you can pop upstairs and try on the stuff." Again I said it in a very friendly and cheerful manner knowing this would make it harder for her to decline my generous offer.

"Um... well I suppose so... okay then," she said and showed me into her kitchen where she started to make me some coffee.

I continued with the polite conversation, but at the same time built up the pressure, "so the basque is to please your husband then or just to please yourself?"

She looked embarrassed and replied, "well I suppose it's a bit of both really."

"Well there's nothing wrong in dressing to please oneself," I said, "That's certainly why I but sexy underwear. I just like to feel good about myself."

I gauged that my openness was beginning to put Mandy at ease, so I pushed the point, "so what about the crotch-less panties then, are they for you or you husband?" I said with a naughty smile.

Again she looked embarrassed, "Oh those, erh... they are just a bit of fun I suppose."

"Yeah fun for him and you, I bet!" I said and decided to make the conversation more direct, "just great for some mid-morning delight when husbands at work. Hand inside the housecoat and instant access for a quick frig session!" I joked. I knew that this was it. If I had gone to far, it would be obvious and I would cool it, let her try on the stuff and then I would leave. If she didn't mind my overt sexual references then I would try to take things further.