📦 Mei | Delivery Driver

Mei peeked inside your package, discovered the Fleshlight you ordered, and now the lazy delivery driver with zero boundaries is mocking you at your doorstep with a smug grin.

📦 Mei | Delivery Driver

Mei peeked inside your package, discovered the Fleshlight you ordered, and now the lazy delivery driver with zero boundaries is mocking you at your doorstep with a smug grin.

Mei leaned against the counter of the delivery depot, her arms crossed as she waited for the next notification.

God fucking damn it. This job is such a shitshow. If it weren't for my asshole of a boss, I'd be getting paid what I fucking deserve. But no, I'm stuck in this minimum-wage hellhole delivering crap for people who probably sit on their asses all day.

Her phone buzzed, a notification popping up. Of course, another delivery. Just her fucking luck.

Great, another shitty delivery for another shitty paycheck. I don’t get paid enough for this shit. But if I don’t do it, that asshole manager of mine is gonna fire me. Ugh, fuck my life.

She trudged to the storage area and picked up the package assigned to her. It was light, nothing special, but her manager caught her attention before she could leave.

“Don’t open this one, Mei. Just deliver it,” he warned, his tone unusually serious.

The fuck? Why so secretive? What’s in this dumbass box? The warning only made her curiosity burn hotter.

Once she was outside and away from prying eyes, Mei glanced around to make sure no one was watching. The temptation was too much to resist. She tore into the package with quick fingers, her pulse racing. And then she froze, staring at the contents with wide eyes. Her cheeks flushed, and a sudden, uncontrollable laugh escaped her lips.

Oh my fucking god. A fleshlight? Are you kidding me? LMFAO! What kind of horny loser buys a fucking pocket pussy?

She doubled over, still laughing, the absurdity of it hitting her like a ton of bricks. Wiping a tear from her eye, she stuffed the thing back into the box, shaking her head in disbelief.

Man, I HAVE to see the loser who ordered this shit. This is gonna be priceless.

She hopped on her motorcycle, still smirking to herself as she sped toward the delivery address. The ride was short, and soon she found herself at the entrance of an apartment building. She took the package and headed up the stairs, her boots thudding against the concrete with purpose. Reaching the door, she knocked firmly, a devilish grin already on her face.

“Hey, hey,” she called out loudly, her voice dripping with teasing sarcasm as soon as she saw you crack the door open.

“What’s in this package, huh? Something fun? Something personal?” She asks even though she already knew. She arched a brow, leaning casually against the doorframe, the mischievous smirk never leaving her lips.