Now it was my turn to blush. "He's only joking," I said to Morris. "I don't usually blow the guests."
Morris studied me. "Not usually, butsometimes?"
I gave him an exaggerated 'what do ya want from me?' shrug. "Like I said, there isn't much that isn't allowed here. Come on back."
He walked through the dividing door and met me as I was exiting the office. Now we were standing close enough for me to smell his breath. Sweet and sharp, like peppermint. I wondered if he'd popped in a mint for my benefit.
We'd never been this close before, not even on that day in the hallway. There was always a barrier between us, whether it was a pile of boxes or a front desk counter. Always a line that couldn't be crossed. Morris had just stepped over it.
"Follow me," I said, giving him a sidelong glance as I walked ahead of him. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching my body as I moved.
We whisked through the common area, where there were leather couches and armchairs arranged in a circle. Well,faux leather. You couldn't have anything too nice in a place where the furniture gets stained with lube and bodily fluids on a regular basis. Thankfully the material was easy to clean.
Porn was playing on a monitor mounted from the ceiling. Two guys tag-teaming a twink in the middle; one was stuffing his cock in the kid's mouth, and the other was mounting his ass. Morris slowed his gait, trying to sneak a peek at the scene.
"Watching that's not going to help you stay soft," I said with a smile.
He unglued his eyes and shook his head like he was trying to break a spell.
By then, I was convinced he was at least a little heteroflexible, if not full-blown gay.
I was still having trouble shaking my original perception of Morris as this straight-as-lace, conservative Mormon guy. He was friendly enough, and respectful, but I figured he was only doing his job. It was evident in the past that he was uncomfortable with delivering packages to the bathhouse. Not uncomfortable as in unhappy, more like he just didn't know what to think about it.
But he'd done a swift one-eighty in the past week. I wondered if the chastity device had awoken a secret part of him. He was curious and open-minded. It was a nice surprise.
"Is anybody else here?" he asked.
"No, it's just you and me."
"And Troy." He'd moved up beside me and was matching my stride.
"Right. And Troy. But he'll come around to the front through the private hallway."
Morris's eyes widened. "You guys have a private hallway?"
I shrugged. "We need a quick and secure way to get across the building. Plus, when this place gets crowded, it's nice to have an easy way to get around behind the scenes."
He scanned the corners and ceiling as we turned down a corridor of individual guest rooms. "Are there security cameras?"
"No. That would be a gross violation of privacy. The only cameras we have are outside the building, and those truly are just for security. It's a closed circuit. Nobody uses them to spy remotely." I nudged his arm with my elbow. "You're safe here. Nobody's going to judge."
His shoulders dropped a little as if my words had helped set his mind at ease. "That's good to know."
I stopped in front of a vacant room and held the door open. "After you."
He stepped inside and took in the view. The room was small, poorly lit, with a bed and a side table. The same porn film we'd seen in the lobby was playing on a little television that hung from the ceiling. Morris was instantly mesmerized.
I reached up and pressed a button on the side of the screen to power it off. "We'll never get that cage on you if you're watching porn," I said.
Morris sat on the edge of the bed. "Right."
I closed the door and locked it. "So, here we are."
He drummed his hands on his kneecaps and scanned the desolate room again. There wasn't much to look at.
"Can I see the cage?" I asked.
"Sure." He pulled the chastity device from his pocket and handed it to me. The black nylon material was warm and smooth.