Wee Deliver!
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Two ideas won the Solitary Confinement poll for July, so here's the first!~
Story Time!
"Tic Tic Tic !" says the turn signal as she makes a pass down the opposite side of the street. It seems everyone's been ordering something lately, and even this next house is on her list. She brings the van to a halt as slowly as she can, but doesn't hop out. Instead, she wrenches the transmission lever into park before she immediately throws both of her hands between her thighs and squeezes. She grinds her ass into the seat as her knees frantically bob up and down. Her back arches as she folds forward and rests the bridge of her nose against the steering wheel. It's a ritual by this point, and one she conducts with every stop.
She doesn't need to unbuckle her seat belt --- she'd banished it an hour ago. She can't wipe the tears off her face, because that would mean sacrificing the few very precious seconds she had to continue her seated dance. Through glazed eyes she decides that there is no use in waiting longer. Her fingers quiver as she removes them from her crotch and reaches for the button on her pants. She works quickly to refasten it, and then moves on to the grave torture of buckling her belt. Finally, she can clear the tears from her eyes, but she is nevertheless practically sobbing by this point.
Stepping out of the van, she moves around to the back with her arms stiff against her sides. There, she jogs in place and hops while she struggles to simultaneously open the door. Inside, a small package rests on the floor of the van --- but it is mercifully close to the rear bumper. She grabs for it, and whispers a thank you to the fact that she doesn't need to use the two-wheel hand-truck.
She ascends onto the cement porch, continuing her dancing the entire way. No one's ever home this time of day --- an agonizing reality given her situation. Regardless, company protocol demands she knock before she is permitted to leave the package at the foot of the door and scamper back to her van.
To her immense shock, it opens! Now is her chance... Now is her only chance. No one else is home.
"H-hey! I have your package, but can I please, please, please use your bathroom?!!" she barks instantly. "P-please! You've been the only person home o-on my route, a-and I'm about to pee my p-pants!"
She holds her breath as she awaits your response...
XD
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