A mop for a Slime

You stop in front of a loading bay, in fact the only loading bay for drivers in the whole warehouse.

"Weird," you think but pay it no further heed.

There is just one item, a new mop, and a piece of paper; a consignment note.

You grab both and quickly lay the mop down in the back of your new work van, then check the note.

The address is easy enough to remember so you jump into the drivers seat. As you fasten the seatbelt you look down and notice an electric fleshlight sitting next to the gear knob.

Another small note stuck to it reads "Please wear this, thank you. Miss Trix".

"Why..." you wonder, but then brush the concern off as you feel your suit snuggle you. It seems pretty natural to grab the toy and slip it easily over your tool.

"Ooohhhh.." you moan as it immediately powered up and starts a gentle suck on your sheathed manhood, causing it to grow very hard.

"Won't this distract me..?" you wonder as you gun the engine and set off to the delivery address.

As you drive you are unaware of the fleshlights real purpose of giving Miss Trix a simulation of what you feel like.

"Fuck yesssss John fuck me good!"