Paper Boy vs The Hot Latina

It had been a month since I got home from college. I did not want to get a serious job just after graduating. I still wanted to party and enjoy the summer. My parents had other ideas. I went on a few interviews and filled out a ton of applications. But not many people were hiring. I had worked when I was younger as a paper boy. But I had grown out of the job. Not many 6ft 4 athletic college guys riding up and down the streets throwing news papers. Plus my friends would make fun of me. Some of them were working at Law Offices in town. I rolled out of bed around 11am.

About an hour later I was out back in the pool. I had a nice tan going on a week now. I drank a few cold ones while I waited for some job calls. Nothing happen the rest of the day. I went online after dinner. I watched some porn, then headed to bed. It was close to 7am when the door to my room burst open. I rolled over to see my Dad with a note. He placed it on my forehead as he walked out of my room. It read: “Get a job. Your mother and I will no longer give you money. Plus you need to pay us 100 dollars a month for rent. Have a nice day.” I rolled it into a ball and threw on the floor next to my bed. I guess my parents were serious. I rolled out of bed to try to catch them before they left. I heard the garage door open. I headed for the front door.

“Whack!” What the fuck. I looked down to see a news paper. Some kid just hit me as I opened the door. My Dad honked the horn as he backed out the driveway. I bent over to pick up the news paper. There was a card on the outside of the paper. “Earn big money over the summer. Start a new career. Work small hours. Delivery. Collection and more. Call today.” I walked inside the house. I closed the door. I went to make some breakfast. My parents left another note on the fridge. “Move it slacker.” I had some toast and some juice.

You probable guess by now. I called the number. I talked to my old boss 5 years ago. He hooked me up with a nice delivery route. He was going to give me some hours inside the office. He drop off the news papers in my garage. Then I was to start my route. I was to deliver all the papers before 8am. It was up to me on how they got delivered. I was going to have to deliver papers all week, even on Sunday which was the biggest delivery day. I waited for my parents to get home. We had only one car. I went out in the shed in the back yard. I pulled out my old bike. It was small on me but it would have to do.

I spent the next two weeks getting up early. I delivered all the papers. I had the rest of the day off. I had some money. I gave some to my parents. I even got some cool shades to wear to keep the sun out of my eyes. I worked inside the office two days. I got to use some of the computers to line up some new clients on my route. My boss thought I was doing a great job. My parents stopped bugging me. I made a few collection calls for the paper. Monday was my first day to start collecting money from my route. Most people are good natured and pay right up. But there are always a few that need some time. Probably the worst part of the job.

I knocked on a few doors on Monday. I got half of my customers to pay. By Wednesday I had collected from all but one. It was a big house on the end of a dead end street. It was a little out of the way. The house was very nice. There was only one car parked in the driveway all the time. I did see a few people come and go but never the owner. I was always early when I knocked. I decided to leave a note on the front door. I reached into my pocket to pull out a piece of scratch paper. I wrote on it and stuck it on the door. I came back the next day to find no note. I did not find any money or anybody home. I shook my head as I rode my bike home.

I got up early on Saturday. I wanted to get my paper route done quickly. I took a long shower. I shaved some hair on my body. I’m not a big fan of body hair. I shaved around my cock leaving a small patch. I then put on some cologne and some body spray. I brushed my teeth as I comb my short blonde hair. I put on some tan cargo shorts over my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I slipped on some dark sandals. I put on my black Kiss shirt. I looked outside to see the news papers in front of the garage. It was close to 530am when I started. I was done at 7am. I had one more paper to deliver. It was from the house that still needed to pay. I went to knock on the door. After a few minutes I rang the door bell. There was still no answer. I decided to ride home to get something to eat.

It was close to 11am when I rode my bike back toward the house. I just turned right on the dead end street. “Honk! Honk!” I slowed down. “Hey! Dude! You on the bike.” said a guys voice. I stopped. I put my right foot down. “What’s up?” I said. There was an older guy hanging out his window. He had a green mini van. I guessed he was lost. “Do you know where 1564 Elm Street is?” said the old guy. That was the house that owed me money. “Ummm let me think.” I said. I looked around. I was trying to figure out what to say. I got off my bike and walked toward his mini van. I was standing near the side of the mini van. I looked in the back seat. There was some photography equipment. Some lights and lots of cameras. “Geez! I think that is….” I was about to say. “Fuck man! Come on! Time is money. I got this model waiting for me. I’m going broke talking to you man.” said the old guy. “Oh! It’s actually across town. Near the high school. You can’t miss it. Just hang a left pass the school. There used to be a Elm Street over here but they moved it.” I said with a big smile.

He rolled up his window as he spun the tires. I laughed as he rode out of sight. I was still smiling when I got off my bike at the end of the street. I saw some lights in the house as I walked toward the front door. I had my small receipt and a pen as I knocked on the door. I waited a few seconds. I saw the door knob turn. Damn it was about time I got paid from this house. This was going to be my last customer to pay. Then on Monday I could take the money in and get paid for the next two weeks.

The door swung open. I almost fainted. Standing in the door way was one very hot Latina girl. She was about 5 ft 4inches tall with long dark hair down to her shoulders. She had on a yellow bathrobe. She had on some big gold hoop earrings. Her finger nails matched her juicy red lips. She had dark sexy eyes under her sexy black frame glasses. She was looking me up and down as I looked her up and down. I stopped at her feet. My mouth fell open. She had 6inch open toe yellow wooden Wedge heels. They had a red bow on top of the yellow strap over her sexy toes. Her toenails match her red finger nails. There was a small white star on each of her nails. I gulped as my eyes followed up her long curvy legs. They moved around her thick thigh as she moved slightly to show off her ample cleavage. The front of the bathrobe was open as the knot on her robe relaxed.

She stuck out her hand. “I’m Mone! You must be the photographer. I heard allot about you Bill. It’s very nice to meet you.