Free Use Pizza Delivery

After my husband ran off to South America with all of our savings to avoid prosecution by the FBI, I didn't have many options when it came to supporting my daughters in the small, wealthy Florida town where we lived.

I hadn't worked in over a decade and had no marketable job skills. When I saw a listing for pizza delivery driver at $250/hr I thought it had to be a mistake. They meant $2.50/hr + tips, right? Surely.

Turns out, it was no mistake. The only I'd be expected to give each customer 5 minutes to do whatever they wanted to me, no holds barred.

Can my body take what these rich, lusty men have in store for me, five minutes at a time? Or will their rough treatment force me to tap out and find a regular job?

Can I find a spark of connection with someone else in the midst of this debauchery?