Rick rubbed his butt. "And what an end."
Jim glared at Rick. "As I was saying. Anyway, serving is OK, but as you say, it doesn't stop us being grabbed one night and, and..."
"Getting serviced ourself." Rick held out his hands. "How long would we last, with your typical clientele?"
The owner rubbed his chin. "You'd be very fortunate to get through the first night untouched, looking the way you do. Even the way you move is exotic - you don't quite move right for girls. Not too surprising, really, I suppose." He snapped his fingers. "Aha! You're just worried about getting, as you said, *serviced*. Yes?"
"Well, yes." said Jim. What did the owner have in mind for them?
"Then I have just the things." He rummaged in a nearby chest, and produced two steel devices, like hanging flower baskets, but floral containers did not require padlocks...
Understanding burst upon Jim and Rick simultaneously. Chastity belts! They looked at each other worriedly. What to do?
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