Lady Shiva

The pizza guy let out a tired sigh as he read the next address on his list. A penthouse—of course. Probably a rich client who wouldn’t tip. He trudged into the elevator, calculating many more deliveries he had to get through and how much time each would take.

See, he had a couple boxes in a car in two more customers. Two more and then he had to go back and do it all over again. Eh, it wasn't bad. He wasn't whining. As long as he got a good tip, he was A-okay.

Shiva was the name on the order. Whoever she was, she lived on the top floor of this luxurious high-rise.

When he reached the top, he stepped forward and found himself in a huge glass-encased penthouse.

"Uh...hello?"

It was a huge penthouse but...there were broken dummies everywhere. Sofa were flipped over. It was like a gang war had been fought here.

That was when he heard a grunt and witnessed a lithe figure flip onto the space five feet from him. The lithe figure was a woman.

A nude woman.

One arm down on the floor, the second arm pointed back, and her ass jutting out towards him. A class superhero landing except pointed away from.

In that moment, the pizza guy viewed it as the better angle. Who cares about the front when you get to see such an amazing booty. Heart-shaped and toned, it jiggled ever so slightly from the landing.

Oh, and her pink pussy was there for him to see to. Yep. The pizza gut was blessed, alright.

Who was this? To describe her was tough. It was a woman he could only describe as a vision of deadly elegance. She was completely nude, her body lean and athletic, every muscle finely sculpted, but with a natural grace that made her look less like a bodybuilder and more like a volleyball player. You ever seen their asses? They were toned and voluptuous. And this woman, well, she was the perfect example of a hot volleyball bod.

She stood up straight. In her ear was a earpiece with a mic. The woman was nude save for that ear piece. Her skin was smooth, slightly glistening with sweat from what he assumed had been a brutal training session. Long black hair cascaded down her back, framing her butt.

An awesome butt mirroring a peace. He stared. He didn't have a reason to look away, after all.

The woman in question hadn't even turn to look at him. The ass and side boobs were all he saw. And she must have heard him come in. No way she didn't.

"I am Shiva. I am your guard, not your servant. Do your own errands."

She was talking to someone on the ear piece. The contrast between her serene demeanor and the state of her penthouse was jarring. There were broken dummies and demolished punching bags scattered around the room, evidence of her intense training. Pieces of torn canvas and sand littered the floor, and the air smelled faintly of leather and sweat.

Suddenly, she was walking backwards, although still focused on the conversation.

'Oh, she's coming closer.'

Three steps, four steps...

Okay, now he could really appreciate this woman. She turned ever so slightly and the side-boob view suddenlg showed the whole thing.

The pizza guy gulped, still processing the heart-shaped ass and nice big tits. A little smaller than Vicki Vale's but still within the D-cup range. And also, he saw her face.

'Another naked Asian woman? Seriously? What is going on?'

Before he could even stutter a word, her back still to him, Lady Shiva did a backward kick with her leg. Her foot struck the underside of the pizza box and senr it from his hands. It soared over and landed on her left hand as if she’d done this a hundred times before. She didn’t break stride in her conversation, not even bothering to acknowledge his presence.

"Yes. No. No. As if. David will not care."

He stood there, slack-jawed, trying to piece together what just happened. She didn’t even *look* at him.

Still without turning to face him, Lady Shiva momentarily halted her conversation by pressing a button on the earpiece. She raised a hand, as if signaling to dismiss him. “The receptionist will handle the payment,” she said.

Lady Shiva walked forward, hips subtly swaying with each step.

The pizza guy saw the broken dummies, the confidence, and decided retreating was the best option. She might have been nude but this was not porn. She wasn't going to fuck him if he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a kiss.

Yes, backing away into the elevator and getting his hard earned money was for the best.

'Sweet ass though.'

The elevator door closed and he eyed that ass till it was gone. The pizza man sighed. "Are all Asian chicks naked in their homes?" he muttered to himself. "Some new trend or something?"