One Shot - Delivery Girl (Patreon)

I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for the next order to finish so I could finally go. It was just about midnight, and this would be my last run of the night before I could go home and sleep. Delivering pizzas wasn't really glamorous work, but it paid well enough and I liked driving around instead of being stuck in some retail store. Many people, including my friends and mother, have tried to talk me out of doing it; they would say things like ‘You’re too pretty to be a delivery girl’ or ‘you’re going to get stabbed or kidnapped one day’. Those things didn’t much bother me though, I had pepper spray in case things got crazy but I have never had anything worse than aggressive flirting happen on a delivery. What did bother me was finishing this last delivery so I could go home and pee.

Usually I would pee at the restaurant but the toilets were out of order for the past few days and I wasn’t going to pee outside like all the boys did. I was the only girl on staff and all the boys seemed to have a thing for me, so I was not trying to pull my pants down in front of them. 

“Here you go Daisy, last one” my boss said as he slammed down two massive bags filled with large pizzas. It must have been ten or twelve pizzas, and my face immediately turned sour.

“Really?” I said with exhaustion, “Where?”

“Townsland, just by the river” He replied.

“Ah, rich party.” I said and grabbed the two bags.

“Must be, maybe get good tip?” He said with a smirk. I turned back and winked at him.

“I always get good tips. Goodnight Ernie!” With that, I strutted outside to my car and shoved the pizza in the back seat. The effort of pulling the pizza around briefly put a heavy strain on my bladder, and I pushed my hand into my crotch to collect myself before getting into the car. 

I set in the address on the receipt and saw the time and distance. 17 minutes. 

“Fuuuuuck” I exhaled, just wanting to get this last on over and done with. Most of my deliveries were only five or six minutes away, so anything over ten was a long one. My bladder was screaming at this point, and I sped off, determined to shorten that time. 

The route was pretty clear, after all it was after midnight, so I was able to make good time to the location. About five minutes into the drive, I had to keep one hand between my legs to aid in my desperate attempt to hold it. My leg was shaking up and down and it felt like my bladder was going to explode. Luckily, once I dropped these off I wasn't far from home, so all I had to do was hold it for another twenty minutes tops.

BUMP

The whole car fell to one side as the right wheels of my car hit a massive pothole. I was worried I had busted the tire, but the car still road smooth after. However after my worries passed, my hand felt a different texture than it had a few seconds ago. I was wet.

My face went pale and I quickly tried to look down without looking away from the road for too long. Sure enough, the bump of the pothole cause me to leak a small bit of pee into my panties and jeans. I saw small bit, but really it was enough to make a softball sized wet spot in my crotch so it was a serious sized spurt of piss.  

I pulled up at the delivery destination and contemplated how I would hid my wetness. It wasn’t that noticeable if you weren’t looking for it, but from my scope of the house and my best approximations, this was a rich kid college party, and drunk college guys were ALWAYs checking me out. I got out of the car and had a look down; if I crossed my legs and covered it with the pizzas, they wouldn’t notice by looking at the front...however my backside, well that was not so easy. Since the spurt happened when I was sitting, most of the wetness dripped to my butt, meaning my front was okay but my ass was very visibly wet. On top of all of this contemplation, my bladder was still screaming for release. I knew I couldn't hold it too much longer, so I just needed to get this over with and go relieve myself.

With both bags of pizza in hand, one covering my front and the other covering my side, I slowly approached the front door and rang the bell. There was loud music playing, so I wondered if anyone had hear me, and just as I was going to ring again, the door swung open. 

“Oh my god, Daisy?” The guy said. It was fucking Greg, this guy who had a massive crush on my all through high school that I lead on for a bit just to get into the rich kid parties, but ghosted him as soon as high school was over. “What a surprise! Come in!”

I stood still, not wanting to move. My bladder ached and my leg trembled, and this encounter was the last thing I needed right now.

“Oh my god good to see you Greg! I actually gotta run and do another delivery in the area but maybe we can catch up another time?” I tried to reason, but it was no use, he was drunk. 

“He guys!” He shouted into the house “Daisy is here! She’s the pizza girl!”

“Who?” A distant voice called out. I felt movement inside my body, like my bladder was shifting. 

“You know Daisy! From high school?”

“Oooh that smoke show you were seeing?” I rolled my eyes, until I felt a small trickle of warmth rub down my legs. I panicked and clenched up as hard as I could, no wanting to look down or move the pizzas.

“I mean, we didn’t date or anything but yeah” he said, looking at me with an awkward smile. 

Someone else ran to the door, it was his best friend Sean who I also knew; this was taking too long.

“Heeeeeyyy Daisy!! You look great! Hey is that out pizza?” Sean said drunkenly.

“Yes it is and like I said I have to go-“ I cut myself off as another stream of pee escaped me. I felt the warm liquid spread down the back of my legs and I clenched as hard as I could. The stream stopped and I looked back at the two drunks, who looked at me perplexed. 

“I have to go now, wish I could stay really but that’ll be $154.60, do you have cash or need the machine?” I said, hurried to escape. The cool night air blew against my legs, allowing me to feel how the pee had spread halfway down my legs. 

“Oh I got cash, here could you just come put them on the table over there?” Greg said and pointed inside. I stood still.

“I’m...not supposed to enter homes Greg.”

“Oh come on, it’s me you know me. I just don’t trust myself or Sean to carry them in ahaha” he laughed and stumbled. I remained still. 

“It’s our policy to never enter the-“ 

“Daisy, don’t be silly, I’ll even throw in an extra big tip for your troubles. You know I’m good for that at least huh?” He said and I could sense the underlying meaning behind it, he knew I was a bit of a gold digger in high school and I knew he wasn’t going to let up. I put the pizza bag behind my butt and slowly walked inside. 

“Let me go get my wallet” Greg slurred out, and ran upstairs as fast as his drunken legs could take him. I walked as quickly as I could passed the other guys in the house, trying to not draw attention to myself until-

“Yoooo the pizza goddess is here!”

Everyone cheered and looked at me after the drunken declaration of my presence. I smiled at some of them then stopped in from by of the table. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to unload the pizza which was currently covering my half finished accident. Slowly I turned so that my back was to a wall and put the first pizza bag on the table, sliding the other one over to cover my front. I tried to unzip the bag with one hand but it was no use. I needed to used both. I took a deep breath, felt my heart pounding in my chest, and put both bags on the table. As quickly as I could, I took out both stacks of pizza and grabbed the bags back to cover my legs. Just as I finished unloading and recovering, Greg was back.

He walked over to me with a drunken swagger, looking like he was going to try to seduce me. I just looked at the floor, my legs still trembling to hold what was left in.

“Here you go” he said, and held out three $100 bills. My eyes widened at the sight of so much money. I opened my mouth to speak but struggled for words.

“Do you...um...need change?” I managed to get out. 

“No, just maybe a dinner with you sometime?” He leaned in, and I kept my eyes on the floor. With him so close, I started to get nervous...and felt my bladder relax. 

“Yes for sure” I spat out and quickly pushed passed him to go to the door. Just when I was about to open it to leave, Greg spoke again.

“Daisy” he called out, and walked over to me. I could feel little spurts splashing my panties as I desperately tried to fight the uncontrollable release. “You didn’t grab the money.” He said and extended his hand. Both my hands were still covering my accident, which surely showed in the front now. There were still people behind me, so either way...I was on display.

I quickly shot my hand out to grab the cash, and Greg pulled his hand quickly. The spurts were getting longer, harder to stop. 

“Ah ah ah, you need to promise.” He toyed.

“Yeah I promise” I said unenthusiastic.

“Awe, I don’t believe that for a second. Look me in the eyes.”

I was fuming mad, and on the brink of losing control. Slowly I looked up to his smug face, and said:

“Yes Greg, I pro-“

And that was it. My bladder gave and piss erupted out of me. The warm wetness spread down my legs without mercy and left a puddle where I stood. My shoes filled and my socks became engulfed in pee, all while I stared into Greg’s eyes. Tears started forming and I couldn’t think of anything else to do but to yank the money from Greg’s hand and run.

The boys in the house were stunned, and I swore the music cut out when I lost control. My shoes squished every step I took to the car and my legs went from warm and wet to cold in a few moments. As I was about to get into the car, I heard thunderous laughter from inside the house. My nose curled and rage filled me, but I got inside the car, despite my brain screaming at me to run inside, throw all their pizzas into the puddle I left and tell them all to fuck themselves. 

But I wanted to keep my job, and besides, I had a $150 tip to spend…maybe on some diapers until that bathroom is fixed.