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Brandnewbuddy

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Trying to find some secondary income and all I hear are horror stories from my coworkers who are doing Uber or Amazon flex…so I got to thinking “damn, how much more could you get fucked doing these jobs?”

…and then I came up with this idea.

In the near future or an alternative universe, prostitution is legal nationwide…if you work for a delivery company. See, delivery fees, shipping and delivery dates not being kept started getting people to not use the services as much so the companies realized there was a market they could tap and lobbied congress to address the “intimacy crisis” so their employees can have sex with customers.

The money is better but definitely not as good as if you were doing it for yourself and on top of that, there’s no control: effectively client who is getting a regular delivery gets to look at your profile and then gets to pick whether they want you to have sex with them for up to an hour. So you could be thinking you’re about to clock out and then Mrs. Johanson decides she wants you to eat her out while she watches Jeopardy. On top of that, you have to set up a camera so your manager can watch you to make sure policy is being followed.

I figure other things could happen to make it a worse experience: like ultra premium members can choose drivers and have them for up to 8 hours as well as make them wear their delivered items, so that one mouth breather who lives below you can have you be their living anime body pillow or you can get lectured at by a church couple who try and shame you while also fucking you.

I think for the final idea: you can’t get paid out until you’ve serviced at least 20 clients. Which if it became a series could be the MC’s motiviation: see 20 clients and then cash out
 
Feels like your overthinking things just to get drivers to fuck customers. A handsome driver delivering to a high end neighborhood of trophy wives and neglected moms practically writes itself.
 
Nah, that’s not the tone I’m going for. It’s not just “delivery drivers fuck customers” it’s “delivery drivers fuck customers in a gig economy and have to put up with it”

So you have themes of exhibition and voyeurism, humiliation, and fetish along with other themes. The driver becomes just as much of a product as what they are delivering and the story has that as a theme.

On the flip side you have some drivers who try and make a silver lining out of it or find some meaning in it besides a paycheck, so you could have a hot wife story, queer themes (maybe it’s not how they wanted but driver figures out what they want).
 
Amazon already won't let their delivery drivers take bathroom breaks. They have to piss in a bottle while driving. Unless the company got a huge payment for each horny customer, that wouldn't work economically.

Sorry, sorry, reality intruding where it wasn't wanted. I am a big fan of Cory Doctorow's Enshittification. (A fan of the book, not the phenomenon.) He writes about the above practice.
 
I dunno. I don't think I'd want to read about someone having sex but not enjoying it.

I'd change it up so that the people being delivered for sex are ONLY there to have sex with customers, and they all volunteered for it.
 
You could do it as a pivot in the company, away from human deliveries as they use more drones and AIs, but now have all these people milling about, and new laws say they can't fire certain percentages of employees at a time, so the Big Brains come up with a new plan for all these people that are hemorraging money from the company, and puts them to work as prostitutes. Basically as a way to try to force people into quitting, because they don't think anyone would go for it, and to their horror people are actually pretty excited at the prospect, because Amazon now has to pay for their medical coverages, checkups, healthcare, screenings in order to avoid being sued for passing on STIs and unwanted pregnancies.
 
Before Russia became taboo, a few of my stories included Volga. It's wasn't quite as big as Amazon, but it was basically "rules-free." You could get literally anything delivered by Volga. An AK-74... or three... no problem. Here's a nice one right from the armory in Vladivostok. Vodka... easy. Ammo for said rifle made by press operators drunk off their butt from said vodka... a nice mix of half, full, and double charges... easy. Lonely women from lonely Siberian towns... easy. Exotic pets... "nice kitty... " easy.
 
You could do it as a pivot in the company, away from human deliveries as they use more drones and AIs, but now have all these people milling about, and new laws say they can't fire certain percentages of employees at a time, so the Big Brains come up with a new plan for all these people that are hemorraging money from the company, and puts them to work as prostitutes. Basically as a way to try to force people into quitting, because they don't think anyone would go for it, and to their horror people are actually pretty excited at the prospect, because Amazon now has to pay for their medical coverages, checkups, healthcare, screenings in order to avoid being sued for passing on STIs and unwanted pregnancies.

The drone deliveries no longer merely drop a dildo or a pocket pussy, neatly wrapped in a non-descript package.

Now they deliver a functioning sex machine, pre-calibrated by the purchaser.

Frank, lying naked in the grass in his backyard, watches the Amazon drone slowly lower towards him. He see's an arm disengage from the body of the drone, an already vibrating pocket pussy at the ready. Frank was prepared. He had been slowly stroking himself with lubricant for the past five minutes, ever since he received the text, "Your delivery is due to arrive soon!"
 
Opening the box, the wife is surprised it contains a kneeling life-size doll in bondage gear. Removing the doll's sensory deprivation hood with ring gag, the face on the doll mirrors her own. Feeling mischievous, she hides the doll, climbs in the box, and puts the bondage gear on.

When the husband gets home and finds a box in his living room, he checks the mailing label, and delivers the heavy thing to his neighbor, where it belongs
 
Opening the box, the wife is surprised it contains a kneeling life-size doll in bondage gear. Removing the doll's sensory deprivation hood with ring gag, the face on the doll mirrors her own. Feeling mischievous, she hides the doll, climbs in the box, and puts the bondage gear on.

When the husband gets home and finds a box in his living room, he checks the mailing label, and delivers the heavy thing to his neighbor, where it belongs
Lol! That's fun! I'd read that!
 
Opening the box, the wife is surprised it contains a kneeling life-size doll in bondage gear. Removing the doll's sensory deprivation hood with ring gag, the face on the doll mirrors her own. Feeling mischievous, she hides the doll, climbs in the box, and puts the bondage gear on.

When the husband gets home and finds a box in his living room, he checks the mailing label, and delivers the heavy thing to his neighbor, where it belongs
Then the husband goes to shower after work (and toting that heavy box) and finds a sex doll, the image of his wife, in his bed. And is very, very confused, and thinks she is a trope from a different erotica (fetish) genre, a woman who has been transformed into a doll. So he fucks "her". Then he patiently waits to see if she'll transform back, like the ones in the stories ....
 
Then the husband goes to shower after work (and toting that heavy box) and finds a sex doll, the image of his wife, in his bed. And is very, very confused, and thinks she is a trope from a different erotica (fetish) genre, a woman who has been transformed into a doll. So he fucks "her". Then he patiently waits to see if she'll transform back, like the ones in the stories ....
The marriage was in trouble. The dissatisfied wife thinks the delivery is an attempt to spice up the marriage. She adores everything the neighbor does with her. The husband who finds a sex robot in his bed finally has a partner who will give him everything he asks for and ask for nothing in return. The neighbor who ordered a sex robot gets what he really wanted all along.
 
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