Al rolled his eyes as he picked his deliveries off the rack. The leopard zentai looked super hot, and it wasn't due back for hours. He hurriedly delivered the other garments to their various hotels and hotel rooms. Then he carried you into the employees locker room. He showered, and coated his body with talcum, and put you on.
Hey! No, I'm straight! And you were supposed to deliver me to my girlfriend, you protest. But the delivery boy is oblivious.
He's also a tad too large for you in places, but you stretch. He pulls the hood off his head, and dresses in his uniform with you underneath. You're grateful that Al at least showered. He texts somebody, and grabs a hotel passkey from his locker. He takes the plastic wrap that you had been covered with, and can of Febreeze. Seriously, he's going to wear you, and deliver you dirty with fabric spray to make you seem clean? What an a-hole!
As soon as he is in the empty room down the hall for your hotel room, he strips down to the leopard zentai, puts the hood on, and secures the zipper. Then he lies down on the bed, and begins jerking off. He wouldn't? Would he? No, he just seems to be intent on getting hard, but not on cumming, at least not yet.
There is a knock at the door, it's the person he texted...