The Fuck Machine And The Delivery Man

Big day over at the Videl place. Vanessa's eagerly ripping open that package she's been drooling over—her shiny new toy's finally here. She rips it free, grins like the devil, and eyes the instructions like they're a puzzle begging to be broken. But screw that; she hollers at the delivery guy standing there with his jaw on the floor, begging him to lend a hand. Dude freezes, eyes bulging at this 56-year-old bombshell batting her lashes. He stammers, yeah, but who the hell says no to a vixen like her? He's hooked, diving right in, probably already picturing the fun ahead.