Page 3 of Denying Morris

Chapter 2

It wasn't until a week later when Morris showed up again. He walked in balancing three large boxes between his hands.

"Ah, finally," I said. "That's our lube shipment. I was afraid we would run out."

He set the boxes on the counter. "How long does that last you guys?"

I looked at the COLT calendar on the wall. Mr. June was staring back at us lustfully as he posed next to a pool. He was sporting an insanely large erection. "Well, it's summertime, so maybe a few weeks."

Morris watched as I unpacked a 64-ounce bottle. "Those aren't even going to last you a month?"

"Gotta keep those holes slippery," I said with a wink.

I expected him to duck his head away and blush, but he maintained eye contact. "Gotta keep those holes slippery.That's a good quote. Gandhi, right?"

His snarky joke took me by surprise. "I believe it was Socrates." I gave him another once-over. There was something different. Something had lit a flame in him. "Morris, did you get laid?" I asked.

"No. But..." This time, he did blush.

"What?"

"You said I could come to you with questions."

"Of course. Ask me anything." I stopped unpacking the boxes and gave him my full attention.

"It's about those chastity devices. Um, I ordered one. And I'm having a little trouble with it."

"No way." I pushed my hand against his pec. It was a solid mass of muscle that flexed when I touched it. "Did you bring it with you?"

He jangled something in his pocket. "Yeah, I did."

"It doesn't fit?"

"I don't know. I think so. It's just..." He ran his fingers through his hair and smoothed a path down the back of his neck. "I can't stay soft long enough to put it on."

"Ah. That's a common problem when you're new to chastity. I can give you some pointers."

He smiled. "You can?"

"Of course. Do you want to go to a private room and I can show you?"

"That's allowed here?"

I shot him a mischievous grin. "There's hardly anything thatisn'tallowed here."

He shuffled around on his feet, debating the option. "Well, okay then," he finally decided.

I pressed the TALK button on the intercom that connected to my boss's desk in the back. "Hey, Troy."

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind manning the counter for me? We have a guest here who wants to tour the amenities."

"Is it busy up there?"

"Nah." I looked at the clock. It was ten-thirty. We'd had a rush earlier in the morning when men trailed in for a quickie on their way to work. But it had been dead for the past hour.

"Okay," Troy said. "Just don't take too long blowing your guest."