The Delivery Man

There was a second knock.

“One minute,” the woman said, then stepped up to the door. Cracking it open slightly she saw a young man wearing the uniform of a parcel delivery service. “Yes?”

With a smile he replied, “Yes, ma'am. I have a delivery here that requires a signature", he said, handing over the clipboard.

The woman started to sign it and a smile grew on her face. As she returned the clipboard she said, looking at his name tag, “Tom. Tom is it?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“It just might be your lucky day. You see we have two friends who lost a bet. They played for pretty high stakes and lost.”

“Okay?” Tom replied.

“Since they lost the bet they agreed to be stripped, tied up and let some men take advantage of them all night. We were about to take them over to a certain...fraternity house.”

“Ouch, that sounds...”

“Kinky?” the woman said, cutting him off.

“Sure,” Tom said, a little puzzled.

“What do you say we let you come in and be the first man to take advantage of their loss tonight? Wont even charge you for it. Don't mind the squirming they are still sore about losing the bet. They will be even more sore later tonight,” she finished with a wink.