Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby misterg792000 » Thu May 09, 2013 4:48 pm

Between the ages of 16 and 24, I worked in a pizza place as a delivery driver. The best thing about the place was the steady stream of attractive waitresses, hostess, and occasionally managers that would come in. I had my share of fun tie-ups there, but I may as well start with the first.

Mary was a girl I had gone to school with since the 7th grade; a petite, short blonde about 5'3" tall with something of a baby face and green eyes. One evening when I was in the back scraping gunk from the dishes, she opened the back door, stepped out and lit a cigarette (all of our waitresses and managers smoked, and bullshitting with me was the only other thing to do while they did it). She began picking on me about something from earlier in the evening (unfortunately, I can't recall what it was); she'd say something to me, I'd come back with a ludicrous threat. Rinse, lather repeat.

Eventually in response to some insult, I sighed "Jesus, if you don't shut up I'm gonna duct tape you to the light pole out there." "Go right ahead; I'd just get out of it anyway." "And how would you know that?" I asked, sensing an opening. "I grew up with two older brothers who would always tie me up, I got really good at getting out of it" she answered, taking a drag. This was the best opening I was ever likely to get. "I bet you five American dollars that if I tied you up you could not escape." "You're on" she said.

I washed my hands as she finished smoking, and our shift manager wandered back. He decided to come on out and watch after I informed him of our bet. Then I went out to my car.

I drove something of a beater back then, so carrying rope and duct tape in the trunk was sort of a practical matter and thus didn't raise many eyebrows. I returned to where she was waiting, the black roll of duct tape concealed in my pocket and 6 feet of rope in my hand. When I got there, she held two fists together in front of her. "Uh uh; other way"...without missing a beat she turned around and crossed her wrists behind her.

I began looping the rope around her wrists, trying to hide visible excitement (no kidding, my hands were shaking a bit; I hadn't tied a girl up since I was 9). I realized that I had a little too much rope for her small wrists to make it tight enough. I did the best I could and knotted it off.

She turned around and began to struggle a little bit. "Stop, don't start yet" I said, and she silently stopped. I removed the tape from my pocket and ripped off a fairly long strip, a little bit amazed that she didn't protest or raise an eyebrow at this wholly unnecessary step. She kept her lips together as I put the tape across them, stretching from one ear to the other before smoothing it down and desperately hoping I didn't appear too exciting as my fingers traced the contour of her lips and cheeks under the tape. "OK, now you can go" I said.

She didn't even struggle at first; instead she worked her jaw muscles and lips until she was able to begin pulling the tape into her mouth and between her teeth. She kept chewing at it until it only stuck at one corner of her mouth. Only after the gag was gone did she begin trying to untie her hands.

First she moved her bound wrists up to the middle of her back and then down. I couldn't easily see what she was trying to do, but I didn't care. I just enjoyed watching the struggle. But then disappointment struck; after about two minutes of unhurried and methodical working of the ropes, she put her hands out in front of her, ropes still dangling loosely from one wrist. "Okay, best two out of three; we'll tie you to the chair in the office". "Not gonna bet on that, haven't been tied up in a chair yet."

'Yet' she said. Oh ho ho. The shift manager called from his vantage point "Betcha I can do better." "Nope, no way, no military knots" she answered (said manager was an Air Force NCO in his forties who worked with us part time).
I never got a chance to tie her up again, sadly. But I would get the chance to tie another 3 co-workers over the next few years and gag two more than that. I can tell you those stories too if you're interested, but first let me tell you what the best part was:

The best part is, I never did pay her the five dollars.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby misterg792000 » Sun May 19, 2013 10:55 am

Christy was another waitress that we had. Slim, hispanic, and 18 years old she was what you would call "boisterous" if you were being generous, a sassy loudmouth if you weren't. Her little game around the restaurant was to find ways to annoy myself and other coworkers.

One Sunday she was waiting the tables with no one else working but me and a shift manager (a different one than the last story) and she decided that it would be fun to flick water in our faces everytime she passed by. Grabbing an order? Flick. Bringing back a bus tub? Flick. After suffering this indignity for two hours during lunch service, I promised her that we would get her back somehow, some way when the lunch crowd finally dispersed. She smirked, and flicked more water at us. Okay, if you say so girl.

The lunch crowd finally went home around 2:30, and on a Sunday that meant that the place would be largely empty until at least 5:00pm. Sensing one of those rare openings, I grabbed a piece of rope from my glove compartment (only 3 feet long; I had learned my lesson the last time), and concealed it in my pocket. Eventually she squeezed herself into the space between the oven and the cutting table for whatever reason. This was my chance! I cornered her while she was facing away from me, pulled her wrists behind her and began wrapping her wrists with the rope as quickly as I could.

If she had decided to fight me, I wouldn't have, but she put up very little resistance as I knotted the rope as tightly as I could. She began struggling a bit and saying "okay, I'm tied up, lesson learned guys". We respectfully disagreed.
I ran back out to my car and grabbed the good old roll of black duct tape, peeling a strip off as I entered. She was busy yapping at the shift manager as I entered and approached her, turning at the last second and eyes going wide as I rubbed the strip of tape over her mouth. I noticed she had almost freed her hands in my absence as well, so I re-tightened the knot. Now it was time for the next phase.

The shift manager walked to the back and out the back door, as I guided her bound and gagged to the rear of the store. Her eyes went wide and there was a surprised "MRRP!" sound as the shift manager suddenly leaned in the back door with a garden hose and spray nozzle. "You like spraying water on people? So do I! Dance!" he yelled as he sprayed the water at her feet and she bounced from foot to foot to avoid it.

After this went on long enough (and not wanting to be *too* much of a creep), I peeled the tape off of her mouth and began untying her wrists. I felt bad about it because there was a small bruise on one wrist, but she shrugged it off saying "I bruise easily, no big deal".

She never did flick water at us again.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby Dreamingbound » Mon May 20, 2013 9:32 am

nice... would love to hear more.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby Zandor » Mon May 20, 2013 2:28 pm

Dat was evil, But you got Even, IMO
You are q immortal

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby misterg792000 » Tue May 21, 2013 1:02 pm

Jenny. Woahboy, Jenny. She was one of our shift managers, in her late 30s/early 40s, and she wasn't a bad boss to work for. Average sized body, brown hair, glasses, just a hint of crow's foot around the eyes. She had a little bit of a reputation for being promiscuous, but no one could tell you exactly how or why she got this reputation. I enjoyed working with her because she just didn't give a damn, she was there to collect a paycheck.

One evening I was at my usual post in the dishroom. Business was slack so I was running things through in onesies-twosies and awaiting any deliveries. We closed at 10:00pm and it was just after 9:00, so everyone was in that short-timer mood. Jenny came back to the rear and opened the back door, plopping a chair next to it before sitting down and lighting her cigarette. Now I enjoyed getting people to talk about being tied up almost as much as actually doing it, so this gave me a perfect opening.

"You need to watch having that door open this time of night." "Why?" She asked, exhaling. "Cause you never know when some guy with a ski mask will come barging in. I like you and all, but I don't relish the idea of being tied up and gagged next to you in the walk-in for half the night" (this was a lie; I relished this idea very very much). She laughed and half-sarcastically replied "oooh, that wouldn't be so bad. I love bondage." Not believing what I was hearing, I said "you what now?" "I love bondage and being tied up".

Well then. After slamming the dishwasher shut, I did my usual rope run to the car and when I returned with it in hand she started laughing her ass off and then...oh my god, really?....held her two fists out in front of her body, wrist to wrist.
"Nope, hands behind your back" "Nope, not gonna do that while I'm smoking". OK well, you know what they say about gift horses. I wrapped the rope around her wrists three times before drawing it back through the middle and knotting it. I stepped back to admire my work; she continued smoking her cigarette with her hands bound tightly in front of her. This was almost too much.

I went out to the car for the trusty old duct tape yet again (grey this time) and returned, but when I tried to gag her, she laughed and put her hands in front of her mouth. I didn't wanna press my luck too far, so I relented.
Just then, our hostess Sam (a cute slightly chubby short-haired thing of 16) stepped to the back and began speaking. She stopped suddenly, eyes bugging out as she realized the delivery guy (that being me) had tied our boss up. She wordlessly turned around and went back up front.

Jenny stayed tied up until she finished, and then began freeing herself. After turning her wrists this way and that and being unable to get them loose after a couple of minutes, she asked me to untie her. I did, mocking her as I worked at the knot: "yeesh, your hands are tied in FRONT of you and you can't get loose? You suck." The rope fell free.

"Harder than you think; stick YOUR hands out and I'll prove it". Well, if you say so! I stuck my fists out wrist to wrist much the way she had, before she bound my wrists much the way I had tied hers. "Good luck" she said and marched off to the front, leaving me to struggle and try to get my hands loose.

A couple of minutes later I realized her knot was better than mine, but with a key difference: if I wanted to get loose, I'd have to go up front and ask her assistance. I was none too keen on the idea of stepping out in front of customers tied up.
Luckily she came back a few minutes later and smirked. "Told you so" she said as she undid the knots. Before I could even think about continuing the fun though, she said "start making mop water so we can get out of here on time". Oh well.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby misterg792000 » Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:29 pm

The last, but best real tie-up fun I had at the job came not long after I had moved on to other employment at the age of 24. I'd frequently drop by the 'ol pizza place, not having much to do during my days off, to hang out with a select few people I'd really liked from my employment.

One of the people I would hang around with was Erin; she was 18 years old and had somehow become a shift manager the year before. She was laid back and fun to work with, 5'7", average body type, with reddish-brown shoulder-length hair and an adorable face. Naturally we would discuss my new job, and one sunny, mild sunday afternoon when it was just her and the delivery person there I remarked upon the fact that my predecessor at the new job had quit after being robbed and left bound and gagged (I was not making this up, but given that this incident is a decidedly un-fun story I'll spare the details). After discussing this sort of thing for a bit, I waited for the delivery guy to leave on a delivery before trying an opening with her.

As the delivery driver left out the back door me and Erin followed. I handed Erin a marlboro light, lit one for myself, then lit hers with a battered zippo. This was my opening. "That's why I carry this zippo, good for burning through ropes and untying yourself" I joked. "No way, I'd light myself on fire trying that!" "Then what WOULD you do?" "Try and wiggle out of it" "Bet you couldn't" "Bet I could!"
And there we go. My car was parked adjacent to the back area (she was sitting on the hood as a matter of fact) so I leaned into the glove compartment and got the rope. She laughed as I came out with it and then wordlessly stuck her cigarette in the corner of her lips and crossed her wrists behind her.

I bound them much the way I had tied the others; tight but not uncomfortably so. I stood back to watch her struggle. Sadly, it did not take her long to struggle out of it and she heckled me for it. "I guess you never were a boy scout!" "Oh yeah? Best two out of three." She took another drag and pitched the butt away, recrossing her wrists.

This time I took a different approach, knotting the rope after the first turn, then wrapping the rest. As I knotted off she began to struggle and commented that I had done a much better job this time. While she continued to struggle, I grabbed the ever-present roll of duct tape from the back seat, ripped off a six inch strip and approached (this tape was a reflective silvery/chrome and probably the strongest duct tape Big Lots has ever sold). She laughed and, unbelievably, pursed her lips. So I applied the gag and rubbed it across before stepping back to watch.

She seemed to be tickled silly by the tape gag as she mmmphed and hrmmphed and giggled under it like crazy while rolling her shoulders and twisting her bound hands from side to side. She finally got a hand free, but it took five minutes of work for her to do so.

A couple of minutes later a car approached and the fun ended. But a couple of weeks later when I visited, we ran into the same situation; an empty store, no one around, and somehow we ended up out back again, her bound gagged and writhing as I looked on. As before, she escaped after a few minutes effort.

I mocked her for taking so long; she answered by stating that she bet *I* couldn't do any better, so I held my hands out, wrists together, and she bound them together. At this point a customer came in, so I stayed in the back as she took care of their pickup order. It was uncomfortable, but I managed to get a hand free. She returned to the back, I held the rope out and said "ta daaaaa".

She laughed and told me that it didn't count since they were in front of me, and told me to turn around. I did so, and she took her sweet time crossing my wrists behind me and binding them together more tightly than they had been when they were in front of me. When she finished, she stepped back and said "there, now try" before lighting another cigarette.

I obliged and discovered that escape would be much harder this time...it didn't feel like I had any slack to work with at all. I was so engrossed with trying to escape (and simultaneously trying to hide my uh, excitement) that I barely noticed when she gave a quick laugh. A moment later I heard her footsteps approaching me...I looked up to see her ripping a piece of duct tape off the roll and before I could say anything she plastered it over my mouth, before smoothing it down with both hands.

Remember how I said this was much stronger than the cheap tape I had used before? I wasn't kidding. Once a single strip was over my lips and had a minute or two to set, it was not going to come off without use of my hands.
I backed up and sat down on the chair we had used to prop the back door open to see if sitting wouldn't help me get free. It was a surreal scene in a way...me in the chair tied up and gagged trying to get free, and a few feet away Erin sat on the hood of my car taking a long drag on her cigarette, watching me try to beat her in the contest.

In the end, she won; we saw the delivery driver's car pulling up, and I jerked my chin in that direction and uttered a "hrmmmpf." She probably didn't want to explain why I was tied up any more than I did, so she ran over and untied my wrists, leaving me to remove my own gag. To this day, it's my favorite memory of working there.

Me and her did tie each other up again, but it would sound like a repeat of this story, so I'll spare you. But there you have it; my tie up adventures at the pizza place.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby Kuro.Lolita » Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:16 pm

Ohh these stories were awesome! Thank you for sharing them, wish i could meet a co-worker like you hahaha :3
There are no facts, only interpretations.

-Nietzsche

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby Cpt Wiggles » Wed Apr 16, 2014 9:38 am

Yes.... But what was the pizza like?
There's always time for a nice cup of tea.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby misterg792000 » Fri May 02, 2014 8:01 pm

Kuro.Lolita wrote:Ohh these stories were awesome! Thank you for sharing them, wish i could meet a co-worker like you hahaha :3


Why thank you :)
I've been in touch with Erin recently...fingers crossed for a ropey reunion

Cpt Wiggles wrote:Yes.... But what was the pizza like?


Tasty, for the most part

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby LordNelson » Fri May 09, 2014 4:26 pm

Not only entertaining and well told but any one who can use the words gunk and beater in a TUG's story has my admiration. It's been a while since your last tale but hopefully you will find the time to write more.

Re: Tales From the Pizza Place

Postby misterg792000 » Wed May 14, 2014 12:36 pm

Thanks...unfortunately earlier ones are a little hazy and in my current job I've had no opportunity to tie anyone up, only talk about it, and do a couple of tape gaggings. I could tell those, assuming there's any interest since there's no actual binding in them.