Great, till the last drop

Jenna's first day on the job had absolutely flown by. She had flung herself out of bed, kissed a sleepy David goodbye, and quickly gotten dressed. The top she squeezed into was another tight one, hugging close to her curves and plumping up her already ample chest. It must have been an article of clothing from spring break or something that she'd accidentally shuffled into her regular rotation while she was unpacking. The tight, pink, material, combined with the skinny jeans she **** her full ass into, meant that she was a little overdressed, but she didn't have time to change.

Grabbing her keys from the hook by the door, she jumped in her car, and drove over to the distribution center. There, she'd heard a pretty straight forward company spiel, crammed 80 packages into her backseat, and been on her way.

At first, she'd worried that she'd be overwhelmed, but the system was pretty idiot-proof, and it guided her through her deliveries every step of the way. By the time she had stopped for an early lunch, she had made all but a handful of her deliveries, and now she had only one left and it wasn't even 1pm yet.. At this rate she'd have plenty of time to cook a proper meal for David, and with this new income stream set up and ready she could make him something nice, instead of just scrounging for whatever cheapest option she could find on offer in the supermarket.

In her head she was already thinking about whipping up a curry, or maybe roasting a chicken with all the trimmings, even as she opened her car door. The final parcel, an unassuming carboard box that fit easily in two hands, sat in the center of her back seat. Grabbing it, she tucked it under one arm as she closed the door behind her, before fishing her phone out to double check the address for this last delivery.

It was right. Her last drop of the day was just twenty feet down the block. In just a few minutes she'd be finished and on her way home, provided nothing unexpected happened during this delivery, of course.