Leila | Trevor | others
[ Leila goes on to vroom-vroom in da bed like no end—oh, wait, sorry—I mean, vroom-vroom through the road on the delivery motorbike. Thirty minutes later, she would eventually reach an apartment, a concrete block of bland white smudged by retina-shagging graffiti. ]
❝Guess this is it. Damn, this place sure looks creepy.❞
[ She parks the motorbike at an alley where it's cold and silent. She takes off her helmet and looks up at the sky before scrutinizing the receipt once again. ]
❝Fifth level. Yep, I ain't taking no stairs. I'm too sexy for stairs.❞
❝Well, well, well. Look who's here.❞ [ A voice suddenly speaks behind her, forcing her to turn around in a very abrupt motion. ]
❝W-who are you?❞
❝Hey, yo, Midget Apple. Looks like we have some loot here.❞
❝Yeah, boss. Might as well take up on her tonight.❞
❝Let's get her!❞
[ The men's ragged outfit and messy appearances are no match to the clear malevolent intentions betrayed by their facial expressions. They approach Leila who retreats in panic. ]
❝NO, GET AWAY FROM ME. SOMEBODY, HELP! HELP!❞
❝Shh, baby.❞ [ The tallest and beefiest of them all reaches out his hands, perhaps this street gang's leader Leila assumed. If you could even call them that. ] ❝We're not gonna hurt ya.❞
❝Let. Me. Go!❞
❝Hey!❞
[ As she struggles to release herself from the hunk's clutches, another voice shouts behind her. She somehow recognizes it from the odd blend of a squeaky tone and low timbre. Is it the person she thinks it is? ]
❝Trevor?❞
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Miss Delivery Girl
Short StoryMcDonald's delivery worker Leila Nasser finds herself forming the unlikeliest bond in the world with Trevor Tanner, a condom seeker too lewd for his own good, though he does have his own charms. But is the risk worth taking? #1 in Short Story | five...
