She wasn't going to be late...

"Grin it and bear it" Is what Krystal told herself, or rather 'bare it' given her state of undress. She could either turn up naked or turn up late, both at the same time would likely be too big of a black mark on her record, individually they could be handwaved away but it'd be like turning up tired and high, well, that one might be a bad example. Either way, Krystal put her helmet back on and continued on her way.

The drive was Hell, even at slower speeds that vibration was getting to her, but nothing that bike did was strong enough to bring her over the edge en-route, which at this moment was the preferred option rather than this edging, constant edging. It took all of her focus to drive half decently, thankfully she was running into a lot of green lights, if if she had to stop then people would see the state she was in...

Not far now, she recognised this street very distinctly, yeah, just a couple of blocks away. The only tiny problem was that Krystal desperately needed to cum, her nethers ached as she sat atop Lucy, she'd probably drenched her seat. She was incredibly thankful that her helmet muffled her panting, or else everyone would know, even with the bike to drown it out.

There it was, she could see the pick-up warehouse now. She could just pull inside, check in, grab her official company cargo rack (Yes, even 87% to an orgasm Krystal thought it was kind of silly that she couldn't use her own cargo rack) grab her first packages of the day, then head out. Thankfully any other packages in the day were things that got sent to drop off points, meaning no human interaction which made things easier to get away with, she'd just need to hand the rack back in at the end of the day when she checked out.

Slowly, she pulled into the pick up point, hoping she at least looked passable. Parking her bike up and dismounting though she knew she wasn't passable. "Ah f-fuck this is bad..." The nude girl muttered to herself, before slipping her helmet off and setting it on her bike "...wow Lucy you...n-naughty girl you've got cum everywhere..." Krystal said with a giggle, retrieving her company hat from the bike and slipping it on. She already felt the eyes on her, this was a warehouse, with cameras and workers and...yep, there was the wolf whistle.

Krystal just shyly waved back, she didn't want to look down at herself, hyping herself up, she made her way over to sign in. Signing in at the beginning of the day was generally handled by a guy named Chris, who also oversaw what packages went with whom, most places simply had a database handle it but here liked that personal touch, same reason they have couriers running around instead of drone delivery.

And just like Chris, the man who notices many things, he'd indeed noticed Krystal "Woah Krystal...you're uh...dressing down a little?" He asked with his customary sarcastic tone, being in charge of so much so early in the morning had left the guy slightly jaded, but he had a good sense of humour.

The nude courier approached looking...well, one might assume she'd ran a marathon with how sweaty she looked "Oh yeah, hey Chris" She panted, using his desk to support herself, she could feel herself leaking down her thighs, so Krystal was attempting to stand side-on somewhat.

"Uh...you okay?" Chris's tone seemed to shed slightly, showing a little concern for her.

Krystal simply waved him off though "I'm fine, just uh...morning exercises. Oh and the nudity I'm just...trying something new?" Yeah, that was a decent enough excuse.

Chris either bought it or didn't want to press, as he went into his book "Krystal Roberts, checking in. Looks like you've got a few packages to deliver today, nothing crazy it looks like some light boxes, addresses are on the invoice like always"

"Yeah thanks Chris, I might be n-naked but I still know how to work here..." Krystal joked back, trying to suppress those massive urges between her thighs, god she wanted to touch herself so bad, she needed to, or else she might just collapse in a sweaty, horny mess right here.

The bookkeeper just rolled his eyes and snickered at her "Okay okay, have it your way Krystal Roberts, The Nudist Who Delivers...your rack is...well, you know where your rack is"

Lightly biting her lip, she certainly knew where it was...right next to the door that led to the bathroom, salvation "Yeah well, I uh...b-better know where my r-rack is...I'm showing it...o-off after all..." She **** a strained laugh at that awful joke, before heading off "...anyway...I'll be...rack..." And she did her best impression of walking properly, before getting out of sight of Chris...suddenly using the wall for support. She really was bad...she just had to reach the bathroom, she had to relieve herself...

"I'll be...rack?" She asked herself outloud as she struggled along, panting as quietly as she could "...was that a...p-pun?" Truly a terrible fate, on the edge of collapsing, and making puns.