Do You Want A Tip?

^^^Friday^^^

After Scarlett finished her second year of college, she was offered a job as an intern in Washington D.C. The pay wasn't great, but she thought it'd look good on her resume and help her get good jobs down the road, so she took it.

The only reason that she could afford to accept the job was that her mother had recently been transferred to the Northern Virginia office of her company. Scarlett could stay rent-free in her two bedroom apartment.

Two days after she moved in, she and her mother, Maeve, were having coffee at the breakfast table while sharing the Sunday edition of the Washington Post.

Maeve got a text, read it, and said, "Honey, something has come up at work. I've got to go to Boston. I need to leave tomorrow and I'll probably be gone all week."

"I'll be fine," her daughter answered.

"I know."

Maeve went to the desk in the kitchen, opened the top right drawer, and said, "You know I hate to cook. Here is where I keep the menus of my favorite takeout restaurants. I have an account with DoorDash. Order anything you like. Use my name. My credit card is on file."

"Thanks, Mom."

^^^Monday night^^^

When Scarlett got home from work that night, she changed into comfortable clothes, and ditched her bra. She went into the kitchen, got a beer, and opened the takeout drawer. She looked at a few and placed her order.

Twenty minutes later, Scarlett's phone buzzed notifying that the delivery driver was near. Soon afterwards, her doorbell rang. She said, "That must be the pizza guy." She went to the door, stopping along the way to get cash out of her purse.

Scarlett had worked as a waitress. She knew the importance of tips, especially cash tips. They could be under reported or not reported at all come tax time. If the tip was paid using a credit card, Uncle Sam knew.

Scarlett always tipped in cash.

She opened the door. The delivery guy was a good-looking young man with a playful twinkle in his eyes. He handed over the food and said, "Your bill of $19.95 was put on your credit card."

Scarlett took the box and held out a five dollar bill. The man didn't immediately reach for the money. Instead, he looked at her.

She stood there and looked at him.

Time passed.

Finally, he frowned, took the offered tip, and left.

^^^Tuesday night^^^

Scarlett was exhausted from a long day at work. She slipped off her work clothes and bra and put on a simple gray sweat suit. As she drank a glass of wine, she placed a takeout order. When the doorbell rang, she grabbed her tip money and headed to the door.

A middle-aged man handed her her food. He had a big smile on his face, and said, "Hello. Delivery for Maeve."

"Thanks," Scarlett said. She took the food and held out the tip.

"Ah," the man stammered.

"What?"

There was a pregnant pause as each looked at the other. The shoulders of the man sank. The bright smile disappeared from his face. He took the tip and walked away.

^^^Wednesday^^^

Scarlett was looking at her phone as she waited for her dinner to arrive. The doorbell rang. She grabbed some cash and opened the door.

The man, who had a plastic name tag that said 'DoorDash' pinned to his shirt, gave her a rakish smile and her food.

She held out his tip. He said, "I'd prefer...you know."

Scarlett tilted her head, narrowed her eyes, and studied him. After a pregnant pause, the young man sighed sadly, took the offered cash, and walked away.

^^^Thursday^^^

Scarlett went to the door to get her dinner. A goofy looking guy gave her a weird smile, and said, "Delivery from Peking Paradise."

Scarlett took the bag and held out a five dollar bill. The guy said, "I'll pass on the tip and take the treat."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know. Like trick or treat. I want the treat." He pulled on the front of his tee-shirt.

"Buddy, I have no clue what you're talking about." She tossed him the fiver and closed the door.

^^^Saturday^^^

Around noon, the doorbell rang. Maeve, who had returned home late Friday night, said, "Oh. That'll be my groceries and our lunch."

"Do you ever go out?" her daughter teasingly said.

"Why go out when you don't have to?"

Her mother chuckled. "I shop online. Amazon and DoorDash bring everything I need to my house. I get take-out, groceries, flowers, and even alcohol."

"Do you need help with the groceries?" Scarlett asked.

Maeve stood and said, "No. It's only a few items."

Scarlett stayed in the family room. Her mother answered the door. Scarlett overheard the conversation.

"Hello, Mike. Got my groceries?"

"Yes."

"Do you mind bringing them into the kitchen?"

"For you, anything!"

The front door opened onto a foyer. There was a wall on one side and a closet for coats and things on the other side. The foyer led into the kitchen. The three main rooms of the apartment, the kitchen, family room, and the dining area were open to each other.

A hallway off the family room led to the two bedrooms and the bathrooms.

Scarlett looked up and saw a young man walk through the entry hall following her mother. He was carrying a bag of groceries, a takeout bag, and a twelve pack of beer. He put them on the kitchen counter.

Scarlett said, "Mom, I'm going to use the bathroom. I'll join you for lunch in a sec." She left the family room and went into the back hall heading to her bedroom/bathroom.

Maeve stepped into the family room and saw her daughter go into her room. Maeve jumped into the kitchen and said, "Mike, we'll have to make this quick. Do you want tits or a tip?"

Scarlett entered her room. She was too far from the kitchen to hear or see Mike and her mother. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. "I left some expensive face and body lotion in the trunk of my car. It's going to be hot today. I should get it now before I forget again."

She turned on her heels and re-entered the hall

She couldn't see the big smile on Mike's face when he spoke, but she heard his words.

He said, "I'll want the tits."

"What? Did I hear that right?" Scalett asked herself. She stopped in her tracks.

"Shh," her mother said in a low voice, "I'm not alone."

"Oh. Sorry," Steve whispered.

Maeve looked around to confirm that they were alone. She smiled like the Cheshire Cat, and pulled her top and bra up, exposing her breasts. She held it for thirty seconds, giving Steve a good look at her boobs. She jumped twice, making her breasts bounce.

Maeve and Mike were smiling. They were so focused on each other that they didn't notice that Scarlett peeked into the kitchen, saw everything, and retreated to her room.

Maeve lowered her shirt and reached under it to put the cups of her bra in place. She said, "Thanks for the delivery."

Mike was grinning from ear-to-ear and said, "My pleasure. Hope to see you again soon."

Maeve smiled, shooed him out of the house, and closed the door.

Scarlett marched in and said, "Mom! I saw you flash the delivery guy."

"Ah. Ah," her mother stammered. Her face turned red.

"I wondered what was going on. I ordered takeout while you were gone. I tried to give the delivery guys a cash tip, and they acted strangely. Disappointed. One said that he wanted 'the other'.

"When did you become an exhibitionist slut?"

Maeve laughed, and said, "When I moved in here, I was just as baffled as you by the behavior of the delivery guys. They didn't immediately take the cash tips I offered and leave.

"The third or fourth time it happened, I asked the guy what was going on. He blushed and said, 'Are you Sally or Brenda?'. I told him no. He asked if I'd moved in recently, and I said yes.

"He apologized profusely and tried to leave. I grabbed his arm and demanded to know what was going on. He explained that two hot young women lived here before me.

"They were pretty and playful. They'd ask the delivery guys 'Do you want tits or a tip?'"

Scarlett's mouth fell open and her eyebrows shot up.

Her mother smiled, and said, "I confirmed the story with another delivery guy. He said that in lieu of a tip, the women who used to live here would flash their boobs. Word got around and deliveries to this address became something the guys looked forward to."

"One night, after I'd had some wine, the DoorDash guy brought me some chow mien. On a lark, I said, 'Do you want tits or a tip?' I was kidding. What young man wanted to see a forty-five-year-old woman's boobs?

"He surprised me by saying tits. I flashed him my saggy pair. He was thrilled. I jumped two or three times. The girls flew about. He loved the show.

"We got to talking and he said that the delivery guys rate customers. Who are cheapskates? The chronic complainers. Drivers know and take care of the good tippers. They get fast deliveries. Orders for bad tippers are handled last.

"He said my address had a diamond rating. The highest possible score. It's reserved for women who flash their tits or answer the door naked. He said my address had lost that rating. If I was reinstating the tits or tip option, he'd give me back the diamond rating and my orders would be delivered quickly by very happy delivery guys.

"I asked him if I was too old. He said nope and that I have a great pair. He said guys make a lot of deliveries. Many customers are grumpy or rude. They complain and make unreasonable demands.

"He said my tits would be a welcome sight. Like a rainbow after a bad rain storm or that first warm sunny Spring day announcing the end of winter."

"How long have you been flashing delivery men?" Scarlett asked.

"Six months."

"Okay," Scarlett said. "That explains why the guys were acting weird around me. I disappointed them. The bigger question is why are you flashing the goods to strangers?"

Maeve laughed, and said, "I know. It's so out of character for me. The first time, it was a joke. I'd been drinking and thought, 'What the hell?'

"I got takeout the next night. The guy was young and handsome. He was nice, polite, and my food got here amazingly quick. I could tell he was hoping that I'd do it.

"I've been divorced for six years. Your father left me for a younger woman. I don't feel good about myself. I don't feel sexy. Here's this guy and he's excited and hoping I'll flash him.

"The look in his eyes made me feel desired. I flashed him and he loved it. He was complimentary. It was a great boost to my self-esteem. So I did it again, and got the same result. The driver was thrilled. I felt better about my body. Maybe I wasn't over the hill.

"I still flash because I love the response and how it makes me feel. I've never gotten a bad response."

"I understand," Scarlett said. "Once my sorority sisters and I were playing 'Truth or Dare'. My dare was to answer the door for the pizza guy wearing a robe. I was to let the robe slide off me. I did it. I was embarrassed. He was thrilled. Then, I got such an adrenaline rush that I thought my heart would burst.

"My sisters and I did it many times. It was a hoot when they exposed themselves. It was exhilarating when I was the naked coed opening the door."

"What's the point of that story?" Maeve asked. "That I raised an exhibitionist slut?"

Her words stunned Scarlett. Then, Maeve smiled, and said, "I'm kidding. Sometimes we all do crazy things for fun."

The women laughed.

Maeve said, "I'm counting on you to help keep our diamond rating."

^^^

That evening, Maeve and Scarlett decide to stay in. They ordered takeout. Together they answered the door wearing robes. The delivery man smiled.

Scarlett recognized him from his rakish smile. He was one of the guys she'd disappointed. He handed over their food.

Maeve took it. Scarlett said, "You've been here before."

"Yes."

Maeve asked, "Do we have a diamond customer rating?"

"Yes," he replied. He licked his lips.

"Is it possible to have a double diamond rating?" Scarlett asked.

She and her mother shrugged off their robes and stood naked in front of Steve. They turned slowly so that he saw all of them.

His eyes darted back and forth. From daughter to mother and back again. He smiled wolfishly, and said, "I will recommend that this address get a double diamond rating!"

The End