Valentines Day Candy
This did not seem like a usual delivery. To Devlin this almost felt like a strip-o-gram, far outside any of the weird he’d done before. Granted he didn't really mind showing off his body a little: soccer kept him lean. Since his Valentines Day deliveries were always to middle-aged, sex-starved women he knew a little skin would ensure a big tip.
Devlin worked for a local confectionery shop as a delivery boy. It was not a full-time position but it was something he could do most days after school. The shop was a mom-and-pop affair called Sweet Salvation, originally run by a nice older couple who had since given up control of the day-to-day affairs to their son Bowen two months ago.
Devlin’s ass squeaked in the red pvc shorts as he accelerated from a dead stop at a stop sign. Really they weren't shorts, more an amalgamation of straps and buckles with a well placed cod piece. His top was similarly revealing, equating to a bolero that left his midriff completely exposed. And then there were the stockings and full length gloves - lacy and white. Makeup and a bow.
What the hell.