AMAZON PREMIUM: Diary of a Delivery Driver (part 2)

Hugo Heredia,

Reparto 013,

August 9, 2018

My cell phone starts vibrating, and the sound of the incoming call synchronizes with my dream. On the sixth ring, I wake up and see that it's a real call. I answer, releasing one hand to reach for the device, and check the time. It's 2:00 a.m. Who the hell calls at this hour?

"Hello?"

My voice sounds harsh and somewhat annoyed. Shit. On the other end is my boss. He asks if I'm feeling unwell. I don't tell him to screw off out of respect and because I don't want to lose the job that's putting food on the table in my 50-square-meter apartment in the center of Barcelona. And what if that cop I handed my package to, and the one from Amazon, had located my boss and told him that I humiliated, fucked, and ripped his virgin ass during work hours? Puff, it would be my downfall. I'd be out of a job and probably have to deal with the law.

My boss is beating around the bush, making me a bit nervous.

"Please, boss, could you get to the point? I'm somewhat tired and need to sleep well to work tomorrow."

That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Hugo. About work.

Shit, he knows.

"Is it about a delivery from yesterday?" I ask, pretty scared.

No, you arrived late to several, but that's okay, you're adapting to this new way of doing things in the company. No, I wanted something else. Your shift starts at 8, but we have an emergency with some packages for El Corte Inglés, and I need you to deliver them.

Okay, I'll swing by the warehouse at 8 and pick them up.

No, no, there are a lot of them, a whole van full. I want you to take the van, leave your car parked at the warehouse, no problem. But you need to be at El Corte Inglés in Plaza Cataluña at 5:30 a.m.

What are you saying? If it's 2:00 a.m., I should wake up at 4:00 a.m. if I want to arrive on time, and it's only two hours. Isn't there someone else?

Yes, there are other people, but you're the new guy, understand? You have the van parked at entrance 4. Be there at 5:30, and this time, no delay!

He hung up without letting me protest further.

Damn, I only had two hours to sleep if I wanted to arrive on time. I had to go to the warehouse and then drive to the city center. The only good thing is that there wouldn't be traffic at that hour. I'd better sleep and set my alarm. Being a newbie sucks.

The alarm didn't take long to go off. But I took a bit longer to get up. My greatest pleasure after a good session of rough sex is sleeping, and I wake up in a bad mood when I don't get to. It was going to be a long day.

I got out of bed at 4:20 a.m. and only had half an hour to shower, get dressed, and have something to eat, so I rushed to the shower. The warm water sliding down my muscles and the memory of that damn cop tied up in his house, naked and with his cock hard, watching in awe and excitement as a str...