Why not, right

You pull the door open and are greeted instantly with, “Morning Sarah, You have a delivery ready on the rack.” From a sorta portly but basically attractive 30ish woman dressed in an all black version of your uniform with, “Manager.” On her name tag under the name, Becky.

“Where am I going?” You ask as you use your finger print to unlock the computer and hit the “clock in” button on the touch screen.

She hands you a print copy and says, “Ed’s Body Shop. Here looks like you get the Honda. See getting here early has its privileges.”

“Thanks.” You take the offered keys and the two big bags of pizza, 4 total, and head out the door. The key beeps to unlock the new looking blue hatchback sport. You load the hatch and hop in, “Oh, manual transmission eh?” You stomp the clutch and turn the key. Your phone syncs with the car and a very angry song begins playing, the gps also pops on the screen. You punch in the address and begin your work day quite deftly zipping through the Chicago streets in the sporty little car and managing the stick shift like a pro.

The day passes in a flash, you take a ton of deliveries to mostly businesses and end the day at 5 with a slice of pepperoni that fills you up quite well.

The moment you stand up you feel the sting of a very hard slap on your ass, “Ouch what the hell?” You yelp spinning around.

A cute girl in her early twenties is grinning like a cat and rubbing her hands together. She stands a good four inches shorter than you and is equally skinny, other than her more ample chest, C cups at least, “Get changed bitch. You know we are on in an hour.

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t you dare tell me you forgot. If we don’t fuck this up we might totally get signed for sure. Besides I need the money so bad, you don’t even know.”

“Fine.” You quickly get changed in the bathroom.

“Is this a joke? Exactly what about that says, “Sugar Nips.”

“It’s a new look, get over it.” You spit back with a bit of anger that suddenly wells up in you.

“Fine whatever, just do your makeup at least.” She says backing down.

“Fine.” You storm back into the bathroom and mirror the look that the, whatever she was, that brought you here did to you last night. Heavy eye makeup and black lipstick. She then leads you to a rather old looking van and the two of you get in, you see she has already loaded your bike.