Angie stood in front of the desk in the boss's office, listening as he reprimanded her yet again.
"Look, Angie," he told her, "there have been too many complaints, mostly about you not paying attention and making mistakes. We cannot afford it to carry on."
Angie lowered her head, trying to give the right impression of regret and contrition.
"You need to make up your mind," he went on, "do you want this job or not?"
Her head came up, shock in her eyes. The truth was, she needed this job, crummy as it was, otherwise she would lose the small apartment that she rented, and be forced to move back home to live with Mum and Dad, not an ideal situation for a nineteen-year-old girl who enjoyed a very active sex life.
"Yes, I do want the job," she assured the manager, "please, Mister Wilson, give me another chance, I promise I will do better."
He looked at her, nodding slowly.
"Okay, Angie," he told her, "one more chance, but any more mistakes, and I will have to let you go. Understood?"
She nodded eagerly, "Thank you," she stammered, "I will not let you down, honestly."
"Okay, go get some work done," he ordered, "and please, don't make me regret it."
Angie left his room with a feeling of relief. So okay, maybe delivering pizzas was not the greatest job on earth, but at least the wages, and more importantly the tips, let her have a life that she enjoyed. She made an effort the rest of the day, with no errors, and a few very nice tips, thanks mainly to her having got hold of a top a size too small, and the way she looked wearing very skimpy shorts with long socks emphasizing her legs.
It was worth seeing them undressing her mentally in return for the generosity they showed when tipping her. Besides, she enjoyed showing herself off, it was a real turn-on for her. The day seemed to last forever, not helped by her doing an extra shift, so it would be after eleven when she finished.
She was just getting ready to leave when the boss called her.
"Angie, we just got a late order, can you drop it off on the way home for us?"
"Yes, no problem," she said, trying not to let her annoyance show, "is it ready?"
"The boys are just doing it now," he told her, "they are not too pleased to get an order three minutes before we shut, but that's business."
A few minutes later she was handed the four large flat boxes, which she clipped to her bicycle's carrying rack. The address was not far out of her way, and with the customer already paying when they ordered, she would not have the cash to worry about.
It was a large house, not too far from her street. She rang the bell, smiling as she saw the gorgeous hunk who came to open it for her. She liked big men, even though she herself was only five foot four, and this guy was a bit over the six-foot mark by her guess. Well muscled too.
"Hi, Pizza delivery," she announced, offering the boxes to him.
His eyes wandered over her sexily dressed body, smiling as he took in the view.
"Hey, great," he said, "you bring everything?"
"Three large meat feasts and a large garlic bread?" Angie asked, "is that right?"
"That is what we ordered," the guy told her, "let me just check." and he opened the boxes.
All went well until the last box, which should have been the garlic bread, but which was empty.
"What the hell?" he growled, "where is the damned garlic bread?"
Angie looked at him, shock and disbelief washing over her. She was going to get blamed for this, and right after the boss had given her that final warning. He would tell her she should have checked before leaving the shop with them. Oh God, she didn't need this.
"I really am sorry," she told the customer, "I don't know how they could have missed it out."
"I don't care how it happened," she was told, "can you go back now for it?"
"Not really," Angie admitted, "they were closing up as I left. Please, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I really do not want to get in trouble with the boss over this."
"You had better come in," he told her, "see what the rest of the guys think."
He showed her into the living room, where four other guys, all about his size and age were sat watching a football match on the television.
"Go on," the first guy told her, "ask them."
Angie stepped forward nervously. "I am so sorry guys," she announced, "they forgot the garlic bread."
Growls of discontent came from the four.
"Please, I really do not want to get in trouble over this. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
The men looked at her with growing interest, smiling as they took in her attire.
"Anything?" asked one of them, a big black guy who looked like an American Football player.
Angie nodded, not getting the full implication of his query.
"I guess if we got something else tasty," he said, smiling, "and fun to eat..."
He reached out to stroke Angie's barely-covered bottom. She squirmed away, but by now the others were all gathered around her, towering over her. Other hands touched and stroked, and she could feel the familiar wetness starting between her legs as she realized how vulnerable and helpless she was against the five big men.
One of them behind her leaned forward.
"You never answered the question, Girly," he said, "did you really mean anything?"
Angie nodded, not trusting her voice to stay steady.
"Hey Rod," the black giant called, "Girly said yes, she meant anything. That means we get to play?"
The one who had answered the door to her, Rod, as Angie now knew, smiled.
"If that is what the girl said John, I guess it is fine."
"The name is Angie," Angie told them, "not Girly."
"Johnny didn't mean anything, Angie," Rod told her, "we are Rod, John, Hal, Jim, and DC."
He indicated each in turn as he named them, then came up close behind her.
"You sure you are okay with this?" he murmured in her ear, "you want us to stop, just yell out "pizza" and we will quit. Got that?"
Angie nodded, getting a firm pat on the behind as reward. John reached down, slipping his hands under Angie's armpits and lifting her effortlessly.
"Hey, DC," he called, "get the shorts."
DC quickly slid the shorts off Angie.
"You want the stockings as well?" he asked Rod.
"No, leave them," Rod replied, "she looks kind of sexy wearing them."
As she was lowered to the ground, her arms were raised and the skimpy top was slipped off, leaving her naked but for the stockings and heels. The five men stood like statues, taking in the sight of her, slender body, generous tits, shaved pussy and a butt made for spanking to a perfect cherry pink color.
Angie stood nervously, not used to being naked with a group of men who were clearly lusting after her, and all of whom would almost certainly be having her in the very near future. Strong hands on her shoulder pushed her gently down, and she knelt while the men gathered around her.
Trousers dropped and Angie found herself the center of a circle of erect cocks, all waiting for her to pay attention to them. She opened her mouth, letting the cock in front of her slide into her mouth, while her hands grasped the ones either side of the chosen one, wanking them firmly, but not too hard. She didn't want them exploding, not yet anyway.
Hands on her head controlled the speed of the prick in her mouth until she was pushed away, as the owner of the cock reached his limit, any more and he would have come. Angie released the other two cocks and shuffled around to the next one.
It took some time but eventually, all five had enjoyed her mouth and hands and were all looking forward to enjoying the more intimate parts of her naked body. She was lifted to her feet, the man bending to kiss her deeply, while other hands explored her body, teasing and stroking, then she was turned for the next kiss.
After all five had done kissing and groping, she was squirming and ready to beg if need be to get a cock inside her.