"We need you to be the football team's mascot"

"...What now?"

"The team mascot: Fred the Fist. Our usual mascot ner...er, guy, ditched last second and the coach wants one of us cheerleaders to do it. But you wouldn't want to see me get all icky and sweaty, would you?" Rebecca explains, flirtatiously leaning further over the waist tall fence. "You'll get paid of course, but not too much."

Why would the coach want the cheerleaders to dress up in a mascot costume? Clearly they'd bring in more of a crowd wearing their revealing outfits...weird.

You don't get too much time to think about it thanks to Rebecca. The girl is playing with her long black hair, biting her lower lip, and leaning far enough to expose more of her cleavage, her sizable boobs just threatening to break out from their 'cell'.

"No problem, I'll do it." You speak more so in cause of your head down below, where all the blood flow from you brain is currently heading.

"Great! Come hop this fence and I'll lead you to the locker room!" Still unnaturally cheery, Rebecca hooks your arm and guides you towards the boy's locker room. A few guys from the stands boo you, but you're too busy focusing on the cheerleader's soft breast pressing against your side as you walk to notice.

Once you arrive outside of the entrance, your guide comes to a halt and points inside. "The costume is on the bench of the furthest row of lockers. Go ahead and strip to your underwear then put it on; the team is already out on the field so you should have some privacy."

"Ah, right, thanks." You mumble before swiftly jogging inside the locker room. The close proximity with the hottest babe in school was nice, but you didn't want her to notice how sweaty you were getting. With this heat, it was probably best to heed her advice and strip down before putting on the surely bulky costume.

Walking in deeper, you lift off your shirt and take off your pants in a quick manner. Seconds later, you're already down to just a pair of boxer shorts and your shoes. Might have to take hour sneakers off depending on what the costume is though.

"Now where is the..." Your heart drops as you reach the back of the locker room and your eyes lay on the mascot costume you're supposed to be wearing. "No way!"