Capítulo 9: First Night Out II
'Four done, only six to go.'
According to his GPS, the next three delivery addresses were still in Crime Alley, while the last one was in a neighborhood called The Bowery, a neighboring district of Crime Alley.
Once again, he stuck to the rooftops as he made his way toward his next destination.
From time to time while reopening a [chamber], he caught on to some crimes happening.
Sometimes, it was people dealing weapons or drugs in back alleys, and other times, it was a good old case of mugging. Either way, Jack didn't bother to try to stop those crimes. For starters, he was on the job, and thus on a timer. Secondly, it might be callous of him, but he wasn't interested in stepping in, even in the case of a mugging to help the victim, because as far as he was concerned, as long as the person complied and didn't try to act with false bravado, chances were that they would be fine. And from his understanding, Gothamites were a hardy lot.
Of course, were it a woman getting mugged, he would have intervened – for obvious reasons. Chief of them, the real possibility of sexual assault happening.
'Shame that I am on the job,' he thought, slightly lamenting. 'Some of those dealers did have a lot of cash on them. It wouldn't have hurt to requisition their cash. Then again, by doing so, I might step into the territory of whoever's the local mob gang in this part of town. A thought for later.'
Eventually, he reached his destination. A two-storey building, one of the rare, nicer ones in the area, made of brown masonry stone, with no visible sign of dilapidation or disrepair.
Climbing back to the street, he walked to the front door, then rang the bell.
And waited.
Soon, a woman clad in short blue denim jeans, and a white tank top opened the door. She was probably in her mid-to-late thirties in his estimation, with short black cropped-up hair, gray eyes and tan skin.
The woman stared at him, not quite openly gaping in shock but still giving him an astonishing look-over. Meanwhile, Jack shamelessly took in her appearance. From her handful breasts, to her toned stomach, to her long and plump legs, to finally, her wide child-bearing hips, jutting out of her behind like a shelf.
"Can I help you?"
Jack broke out of his small spell when the woman subtly shifted on her feet, angling herself so that now her thicc ass was positioned diagonally from his view.
'Damn, dat ass!'
"Hi! I'm your pizza delivery guy from Lorenzo's!" He introduced himself with levity after having decided that this was probably how he was going to proceed from now on if he didn't want to be shot. Because while the woman in front of him wasn't armed, the other woman inside, who he assumed to be her friend, on the other end… was shockingly, in arm-reach of a shotgun and a machine gun.
Besides, menacingly standing there while staring at people and not saying anything would probably lead to a lot of misunderstandings.
"Lorenzo's? So he really did reopen, huh? I half-expected not to have my pizza delivered. Never thought I'd live to see the day when he once again made deliveries, even if he doesn't do it himself." The woman replied after taking a look at his backpack before leaning her hips against the door frame and crossing her arms. She sent him a smirk. "So? What's your story big boi? Why's a tall, dark and scary-looking guy like you delivering pizzas?"
"I saw Lorenzo's job annonce," Jack replied, nonplussed. "He needed someone who could handle the streets of Gotham, and he got me."
"He sure has," she agreed, smirk still tugging on her lips as she dug through her short's back pocket for something before retrieving a wad of cash and handing it over to him. Four notes of 20. "Keep the change, big boi. It's a thank you for the service and a small encouragement on my part for doing this. I don't remember the last time someone agreed to make a delivery over here or even made the delivery. Hope you guys keep at it for a while. I was missing my friday nights of pizzas and chill."
"Thank you and you're welcome. I can understand why after doing my shift." Jack replied even as he accepted the money and traded it for her two pizzas. "It seems like there's a lot of things going around this part of Gotham at night. And as a consequence, people here are armed, to the teeth in some cases. It can quickly get dangerous and ugly, fast, I notice. Some guy delivering pizzas in the middle of it can be an enticing target for the hungry, desperate or downtrodden."
"Orrrr, the clinically insane," she added with amusement. "You forgot the clinically insane. Never forget the clinically insane but also the criminally insane. We have a lot of them roaming around."
"Lovely," he drawled. The sarcasm lacing his voice managed to get translated even with the voice modulator. "I love the distinction you made between those two. From your tone, I can tell that this is an important one to make."
The woman laughed, "Because it is."
"Well, I'll try to be careful then and not end up as just another statistic," Jack shook his head self-deprecatingly. "Thank you for your patronage, ma'am. I hope you'll enjoy your pizza."
The woman turned around and crouched down to place the pizza boxes on the floor inside, at the corridor's threshold – showing off her pairs of round perk mounds, a third of her doughy asscheeks bared to the open air and bulging out of her denim shorts, threatening to rip off the fabric of it.
Jack stared at her ass. She had to know what she was doing, he wouldn't believe otherwise.
"Ohh, I think I will. And please," Turning around, she gave him a demure smile – it was a little too forceful, a little too fake, with a teasing edge – even as she extended her hand to him for a handshake. "You can call me Nina. Ma'am makes me feel self-conscious about my age."
The young rogue reciprocated the gesture, his gloved hands coming in contact with her gloveless ones. It was rough and calloused. "You certainly don't look a day over twenty-five, Nina."
"Flatterer," she sounded pleased.
"Guilty as charged. You caught me." He quipped, "I'm trying to get into your good graces and butter you up so that you keep ordering from Lorenzo's. I only want one thing, Nina— that those generous tips of yours keep flowing my way."
Nina snorted, "I will no longer tip you with that attitude, big boi."
At this point, she was making it easy for him, advertently or inadvertently. With an opening as big as her ass, it was hard to refrain from making a comeback.
'Should I or shouldn't I…' He mulled.
Before ultimately deciding against it. This was his first night on the job doing deliveries and if he'd read the mood wrong, put his foot in his mouth or come across as a creep, it wouldn't be good for his budding reputation and his job's prospects.
Jack was pretty sure that he was still in some kind of trial phase with Lorenzo to see if he was reliable and could do his job well. And besides, throughout their entire exchange, he got the distinct impression that she was teasing him, gauging him and his reactions, to try and see what makes him tick.
Yeah, he prefers not to rise to her bait.
While she was clearly aware of the effect she had on him and knew exactly what she was doing by flirting with him, he honestly doubted she was down to fuck with a complete stranger after having shared a single conversation.
'Maybe after being a recurrent thing.' He idly mused, entertaining the thought of a scenario not unlike what he've seen in porn, where, the delivery man fucked the hot customer after having a conversation charged with sexual tension and filled with innuendos.
God, he was horny as fuck. He needed to get laid asap.
"I hope you won't be too cross with me, Nina. I'm simply doing my job, it's part of the customer service experience to try and flatter clients," Jack eventually answered with cheer. "While I was no doubt buttering you, I was still telling the truth."
"Ha! Were you really being truthful now?" Nina curiously asked, her eyes glinting with slyness.
"I was. With every fiber of my body." He whispered, making her snicker.
"When I first saw you, I was worried that we had another edgelord in the city, another Deadshot wannabe, all business and no chill. I'm happy that my first impression of you was wrong. What do I call you, big boi?" She asked, cocking her hips, causing her curvy hips to quake and her mocha-colored cheeks to wobble like jelly. "Because I have a feeling that you're going to be a permanent fixture in the city and that I'm going to see you around for a while."
"You can call me..." Behind his helmet, Jack' smile was savage. "... The Delivery guy."
Nina chortled. "Really big boi? The delivery guy? Talk about original."
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