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Pizza Boy by Mike Wilson © Mike Wilson 2009
It was almost pathetic, Randy thought, how that guy threw away his job. He just couldn't seem to keep his hands off himself. In the kitchen, making pies, or out doing deliveries. He was even caught fondling himself in the public restroom at the Pizza Plaza. If that was not embarrassing enough, a customer saw him doing it in a delivery car. He was warned. But he just had to test it. When the manager barged into the back stall of the restroom again yesterday, there was Chris, pants down around his ankles, going at it for all he was worth. A short time later, Chris lost his job. "Get some help. You' re sick, kid. We can't have this around here; I've got a business to run!" As Randy went through his workaday routine, waiting on pies, grabbing a couple of boxes, addresses, then out the door for deliveries, he couldn't shake the images. He had twice caught a glimpse of Chris doing his thing. Chris was so blatant, as if making a point to society at large. What point, it was hard to say. But the images stayed with Randy, inflaming him with curiosity and a desire to explore. He was waiting at the counter. The manager said, "Randy -- here are two for you. Tickets on top." "Thanks, Jason." Randy grabbed the boxes, put them in a warmer, and hurried out. When he got into his car, he paused, groped himself a few times, then started his engine and headed off to make his deliveries. Over the course of the next few weeks, Randy got ever bolder in his self-explorations. He unzipped and drove pants down to his deliveries. He pleasured himself at times in broad daylight. One evening after dark he did it in a customer’s driveway. The door to the house opened, and he hastily collected himself and did the delivery. Finally, one day while he was stopped at a red light, unzipped and beginning to play with himself, he heard a honk. Pulled up next to him was Jason, looking furious. He pointed: “Pull over.”
Later that day Randy was fired. "Why do I have to hire a bunch of perverts!" Jason yelled at the remaining crew members milling around the kitchen of the Pizza Plaza. He kept ranting a while, then eventually calmed down and began dispatching them all to their various duties. One younger employee, Rob, was assigned to deliver a couple of pies to a fraternity nearby. As he headed out, warmer in hand, he was thinking, "Wow, a fraternity. Bet there are some hot guys in there. Too bad about Randy." And he groped himself a couple of times before getting into his car and heading out.
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