Page 29 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
Mr. Reevesworth dragged down Collin’s zipper and lifted Collin’s caged cock out of his pants. He spoke as he unlocked the urethra plug and eased it out. “The door to the right, the one just behind you, goes to my private toilet. You can use that. Come back and I’ll lock you up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Collin hurried in the bathroom, barely noticing the tiny shower and old tile. In less than two minutes, he was back between Mr. Reevesworth’s knees.
“I’m proud of you, Collin. You asked right away.”
Collin crossed his arms behind his back. There didn’t seem to be anywhere else to put them, and he couldn’t seem to make his hands be still as Mr. Reevesworth handled his cock. “It seemed like the smart thing to do, sir. Bruiski said we were going to tour the offices, and then I’m supposed to see Ash, but I put my foot in my mouth.”
“I heard. If you can help Ash, the entire company would be grateful.” Mr. Reevesworth zipped up Collin’s slacks and started to thread the leather of his belt through the buckle.
“He’s scared of Damian?”
“Very. Ash had just about made up his mind to go to prison rather than work for “suits,” but Damian went full punk on him and told him exactly what could happen to him on the inside. At least that’s what I was told. Damian’s pretty quiet about the entire thing. I just know that I ended up with an IT person who acts more like a stray cat that I feed with a paycheck. If it wasn’t for his parole officer, I think he’d be sleeping on the street. Though I haven’t heard from them in a while.”
Collin raised an eyebrow. “Okay. That’s…pretty bad.”
“It is. Carrie, our receptionist, makes sure he gets at least one hot meal a day. And he does an excellent job. He already knew our systems. He’d been in them for months.”
“And you want me to try to get to know him?”
“If you can and you don’t mind. A person like Ash will smell inauthenticity a mile away.” Mr. Reevesworth patted Collin’s cock through his pants. “There you go. Go take the tour; see if you can find Ash to get your phone, tablet, and laptop set up. I made sure you have a couple of large monitors so you can read data, but we also have a data room and a strategy room. I think you’ll like them.”
Collin’s lips twitched toward a smile. “I get to play with lots and lots of facts.”
“Yes.”
“You should have said that earlier. Forget bartending.”
Mr. Reevesworth laughed. He slapped Collin’s thigh. “Get on with you. And tell Janice I’m ready for my briefing now, if she is.”
At ten thirty, Collin knocked twice on the door to what Bruiski had vaguely monikered the “dungeon” as they walked past. It was, Janice had helpfully informed him, the primary place where one could find Ash. In Collin’s arms were not only his three devices but two shopping bags.
There was no answer. Collin tried the door. It was locked. He knocked again. Still no answer.
He sighed. “Ash, open the door, or I’ll march right down to Party City and buy a glitter bomb.”
“Still can’t get it through the door.”
“Ever heard about air vents?”
The door flew open. “You wouldn’t dare!” Two hot spots were on the teen’s face.
Collin smirked. “See, was that so hard?” He stepped inside and looked around for a clear spot. There weren’t many, but he found an empty edge of a table sporting six monitors. “I bring an apology.”
“An apology? Uh, what?”
“For making fun of you earlier.” Collin opened up the first bag, revealing a pair of dark wash jeans, and a long-sleeved black sweater with a burgundy long sleeve shirt. “Clothes. That I swear match.”
Ash gave them a side-eye. “What’s the catch?”
“That I’m being completely selfish because what you’re wearing now literally makes me dizzy. It’s the patterns, dude. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster ride every time you move.”
“Really?”
“Really. I shit you not. There’s like science behind it and everything. Where did you even find that? Is it one of those things that make it so cameras can’t record you?”
“No.” Ash plucked at his shirt. “I found it in an alley. It was warm. And I washed it twice with bleach.”
