This choice: POV: Marni's regular delivery girl, who's expecting a big fat tip! • Go Back... Jordy checked the app on her phone.
Fuck. It was Schubert Street. She was going to call it a night in fifteen minutes, but the money from Schubert Street was always too good.
Jordy had that address pop up and immediately new where it was and who it was. At this point she felt like she knew the way there better than her own shitty little apartment. After all, some nights she’d drive there three, four, maybe six times and her own place only once. She looked over the order and decided she would do this. She needed the money.
She started the car up and thought she should switch to a bike. That probably would save her money on gas and things weren’t that far apart in Abercrombie. Nothing in town was more than like 3 kilometers apart. And she needed the money.
Doing yUber delivery wasn’t exactly a dream job but it paid better than you’d expect here. The town popping up practically overnight meant there was always a shortage of people like her, to do the marginal jobs. Some nights she was almost the only person working this job, by how the deliveries sat in the yUber app.
As she drove over to the Argentinian Barbecue place to pick up an order of asado, chorizo, and about four dozen empanadas, she thought of a simpsons bit she thought of often when she went to Schubert Street.
”What do you do, follow my husband around?”
“Lady, he’s putting my kids through college.”
Okay, college wasn’t working out for Jordy anymore, but Schubert Street was letting her keep a roof over her head, legal pot in her home, and have a bit of a life, which less and less of her college friends could say these days.
Not like she was living on Schubert Street. Schubert Street was a ‘nice neighborhood’ by Abercrombie standards. Not that anywhere was a bad neighborhood in Abercrombie, but it was a pretty dense town, packed in on all sides by the mountains. A lot of people lived in apartment blocks and cute little houses people could actually afford. But Schubert Street had some…well they weren’t exactly McMansions, but they were doing pretty good for themselves. They were snug right under the shadow of that big stupid Vandergriff mansion. Now THAT thing was a mansion, and it loomed on the hill (Start of a mountain) over Schubert street.
Anyway, the scrawny twenty-something went up to the fancy ultrawide double doors of the house, seeing the warm light from inside coming through the glass pane over the doorway, and wrang the bell.
She could hear the thud of footsteps before she heard the voice of her customer cry out “Just a minute…!”
Jordy shifted her weight from one leg to another. Come on, come on, she was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago…
Half paying attention, she wasn’t prepared for what she saw when the door opened. Sure, Schubert Street was fat a hell, she was used to that, but today she didn’t have any clothes on. Just a single towel wrapped around to cover her (relatively) small breasts, but could cover her belly. Even without pants on it was impressively round, jutting out with a firm shape in mind and…and she was pretty sure Schubert Street wasn’t wearing any pants today, just letting those acres of creamy white belly fat cover her crotch. If Jordy could pull her eyes away, she’d notice her dark hair was sopping wet.
“Sorry, you caught me in the shower…” She muttered, before shoving a hundred dollar bill at Jordy and snatching the bag out the hands of a delivery girl too stunned to respond, “Keep the change.” She grunted, more interested in her food than the person looking at her naked. Then, just as suddenly as she’d swung the door open, she slammed it shut again, leaving Jordy stunned, blinking at the closed door, the hundred dollar bill in her hands the only proof that really happened.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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