Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man by Kay Jaybee Page B

I’d surprise her one day.’
    Sweat prickled over every inch of Jenny’s
body, but she managed to keep her tone level as her eyes scanned the address
she held in her hand. ‘Go on.’
    ‘I want you to seduce her, and then I want
to hear all about it.’
    The scrap of paper fell to the table as,
speaking in a dead whisper, hiding her face behind her newspaper, Jenny hissed,
‘Let me get this straight. You want me to knock on the door of a woman I’ve
never met before …’ she broke off, unable to conceive of what she was about to
repeat, ‘…and say, “You don’t know me, but my friend John thinks you’d be up
for a bit of a girlie shag.”’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘You are unbelievable!’
    John’s laugh at her response was short-lived,
and an edgy seriousness crept into his call. ‘Since we had that girl together,
I can’t stop looking for someone else for you to screw. I consider asking every
woman I pass in the street if she’d be up for it! It’s like an obsession, and
it’s your fault.’ He paused, gathering himself together sharply, ‘Anyway,
Victoria will love you. I know she will.’
    Jenny knew she’d been doing the same thing
– looking at other females more closely than she had in years. Saying
nothing, she waited for John to go on.
    ‘You will find her at home between three
and four p.m. I want you to go today; and then, whatever the outcome, I want
you to tell me all about it next Tuesday. I will be at your place at one.’
    ‘You will? That’s earlier than you said.’
Ashamed at her obvious eagerness, Jenny’s sticky palm cooled a little against
the newspaper still clasped between her fingers.
    ‘So, you’d better be a good little bad
girl, hadn’t you? Do as you are told, and don’t forget a thing. I want to have
a blow by blow account.’
    ‘You really think this Victoria will go for
it?’
    ‘Like her knickers are on fire, babe.’
    ‘She might not like me.’
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous, you’re gorgeous.’
    Jenny, glowing under the unexpected
compliment, added, ‘Where are you, John?’
    His sigh was louder than any of the words
he’d just spoken. ‘I will tell you when the time is right. I’ll be home soon.’
    It was with a jolt that Jenny realized she
didn’t know where John’s home was. However, that didn’t matter right now. What
did matter was the address lying innocently on the table before her, and the
fluttering of excitement that had begun to stir in every recess of her being.
    ‘One of these days I’m going to buy a
notebook and write down all of the things you make me do. Not that anyone would
ever believe me!’
    John laughed. ‘Yes, I can just see you as
the writer type; just as long as you don’t expect me to read it!’

 
    What the hell do you wear for an occasion like this? Jenny surveyed the contents of her wardrobe. What did I used to wear when I went on a girlie night out?
    Adopting an ‘in for a penny in for a pound’
policy, Jenny decided to go with her courier’s favourite outfit. The short denim skirt which
John loved so much was accompanied by sheer, lacy hold-ups. Running her eyes
over her legs in search of snags or ladders in the nylon, Jenny grinned to
herself, knowing that she wouldn’t have taken so much trouble for a bloke. Women notice these things . The delicate lilac
top she wore was suggestively cut, but not slutty, merely hinting at the chest
awaiting discovery underneath. Jenny’s hands hesitated as she wondered whether
to put on her thigh-length black boots, and then she shrugged. I already look like a hooker, might as well
go the whole hog.
    Even though she didn’t need to read it
again, for the address would forever be burnt on to her memory, Jenny unfolded
the now tatty piece of paper and glanced from it to the house she had just
parked in front of.
    She thought she’d been edgy when she’d
arranged for Carrie to visit, but that was nothing next to the heated anxiety
that assailed Jenny’s body as she stared at the