The Delivery Man Takes My Ass as a Tip

I ordered something “quick” and cheap, but when I opened the door I wasn’t prepared for that. The delivery man looked me up and down, smiled, and said that the payment was not complete. I closed the door, rested my hands on the wall, and felt him approach from behind. His firm hand squeezed my ass without asking permission… —”Don’t worry… it’s just the tip,” he whispered. And believe me… I never ordered the same at home again.