In walks Sinclair- she looks as if her leather suit is painted on.
Chad starts to stand at attention.
"Happy to finally see me, Chad?"
"Ooh yes- I'be been dreaming of this all day" said Chad. " For a minute there, I thought it was going to to be Rick or Bruno. They have been creeping me out all day."
"Well- they will be by later. Hopefully you will run into them. At least I am hoping so..."
"What does that mean? Aren't you here for me?
"I am here," Sinclair explained, " on behalf of my client. I need to make sure you are ready."
"For what?" Exclaimed Chad.
"You will see- here is a little down payment."
Sinclair leaned over, and gently grazed her lips over his. Unbeknownst to Chad, Sinclair's lips were laced with a catalyst that would react with the sports drink and the rubber string.
"You'll make an excellent present, Chad. Thanks for wrapping yourself up with a bow."
With that, Sinclair turned and left the room.
"Wait-" Chad yelled, but it was too late. He heard the outer door shut.
What just happened? Chad's mind raced. He was confused and horny all at the same time. He didn't seem to notice that the rubber string on his dick changed color to match his skin and sunk in. It merged with his flesh, and his skin flushed in a flash outward from his dick to throughout his body. He didn't realize that his body became a bit tacky; as if he was becoming adhesive putty. Chad got a chill, and decided to cut his losses.
He turned the corner of the locker room to head back to his locker. Chad trips over something in the dark, and stumbles into-