Jake Rickman... Nobody, Somebody - - You Decide!

"Are You Jake Rickman?," The Smoking Hot UPS Delivery Girl asked a bit forcefully and if you're not mistaken it almost sounded like she purred.

"Okay, Okay pull it together dude and quit acting like a fucking loser.," You think while trying to play it cool. "I'm Jake. What can I do for you... or to you? You need directions or something?"

The smirk she gave you made shivers run up your spine and waves of heat rise from your balls. You are so getting hard right now and you might even be embarrassed about it if you weren't so fucking horny right now.

"No, No Directions. This is the name and place on the invoice. I have a package for you."

"Invoice? What invoice I haven't ordered anything like ever and I don't know anyone who would send me anything."

"The Invoice says Deliver to 2121 Palm Meadow Drive. That's here...," She gestures to the address number beside your door. "It's care of Jake Rickman. That's you...," She seductively twirls her finger across your chest.

"So if you could just sign this please.," The lovely blonde asked, pushing a digital clipboard toward you.

"O-Okay that might be my Name and Address but I still didn't order anything so you can just take whatever the package is.. Hey what's supposed to be in the package anyway?"

The blonde looked at the clipboard and said, "Aside from The Delivery Information it doesn't say."

"Well can you at least tell me who it's from?"

"Ummm The Invoice says Digital Matrix, Inc."

You stop and think for a moment then you recall reading a article online about a week ago about a new tech startup company and then it clicks into place. They were supposed to be sending some of the hardware and software they had been developing for the public to test and give feed back on and you're in the target area.

Ever leary of these kinds of things you decide to pass on whatever the hell this is.

"I've heard of the company but I'm still not interested so you can just return the package and its mysterious contents back to Digital Matrix, Inc and give them my regards."

"I'm sorry but you'll still have to sign for it that way the head office knows you received it or it'll be my ass."

You cock an eyebrow at that thought and notice her biting her lip.

"It's policy to make sure we're not stealing people's stuff so please, please sign the receipt so my boss won't yell at me."

Throwing up your hands in defeat you accept the clipboard and sign, and she hands you the small mailbox sized box.

"No, I said I don't want this."

"You've already signed the sheet so why don't you take it and at least see what it is. It might be something good. If you don't like it then box it up and send it back."

"I just can't win today.," You sigh taking the package. You watch for several seconds as The UPS Girl leaves.

"Damn That Is A Fine Ass!"

You close the door behind you and look at your watch. It's about an hour before you have to leave so you decide to take a peek at What Digital Matrix, Inc sent you. You make your way to the kitchen and grab a knife and open the box.