He tells her the unaltered truth.

I looked around and sighed. "Not here," I insisted, not wanting to spend another second out in the middle of the pizzeria like this. "Can you take a quick break, so I can tell you?"

Denise pondered for a bit, then signaled fornme to wait. "Gimme a minute," she replied, then went into the back. A few moments later, she came out. "Okay, someone else is coming to take my place for a few minutes. We can go around to the usual spot."

The usual spot was a small, isolated area just outside of the pizzeria where a select number of the employees would spend their lunch break. I was (emphasis on 'was') one of them, along with Becca, Denise, and another guy who used to work here named Jake Dagger who left anout two weeks after I started to get into streaming. Wonder how he's doing now...

"Sweet!" I exclaimed, enthusiastic tonfinally be out of this public space and away from any potential prying eyes.

A short walk around the building later, we were in the usual spot, out of sight from the outside world, if only for a few minutes, in my case. It felt nice to finally have my naked body out of eyesight from any onlookers... aside from Denise, of course.

Denise sat herself down on the bench in the middle of the spot. "Alright, Benjamin. Now its time to explain yourself," she instigated, making herself sound more authoritative, but only ending making it sound like a mockery of her boss. "Why in the world are you running around buck-ass naked?"

Hands still firmly clamped over my cock, I sighed, and then responded: "I'm being blackmailed."

Denise gasped. "Oh my god, really?" she replied, shocked at the idea. "What do they have on you?"

I took a deep breath, and proceeded to explain what I did to earn this punishment, the person that placed it onto me, and that I have no clue how long I have to do this for.

Denise interrupted me at one point. "Wait, so... your punishment is that they took away all of your clothing?" she asked, clearly confused about the logistics.

"Oh, boy..." I exhaled in response. "They took away way more than just my clothes..." I started to understand just how destitute my life was at the moment, now that I was actually talking to someone about it.

Apparently, this caused Denise to get up from the bench and walk over to me, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. "Benjamin... are you okay?"

I looked at her and responded with "They took away everything I own," and it surprised even me that, when it came out, my voice was quivering a little bit. "I have nothing now."

Denise put her hands over her mouth in shock. "Oh my goodness, Benjamin..." she placed her arms around me and embraced me in a hug. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this..."

Now, I'll admit, I'm not a very emotional person. Even as I was watching Austin driving away with all of my possessions in the back of his truck two weeks ago, I was shocked and afraid, yeah, but I was able to keep it together.

But Denise hugging me in the usual spot right then and there was the first time since thar happened that anyone has shown this level of comfort toward me. My roommates tried, but, by their own admission, they're not exactly the best at comforting people.

And yeah, I got a little emotional. I hugged her back, completely overcome with just how fucked my situation was at the moment.

That, and my bare chest was rubbing up against Denise's, and it was the first time in two weeks that I had felt any clothing at all on my person. I missed the feeling. It felt nice.

Suddenly, I started to feel a rise down in my pelvic area, so I quickly pulled myself back and smiled at Denise. "Thank you, Denise," I reciprocated, genuinely feeling better. "I really, really needed that."

Denise smiled back. "You're welcome," she replied, her cheeks then turning as she looked down a bit.

I followed her line of sight, and realized that she was staring directly at my cock and balls. Blushing furiously, I shoved my hands down there and covered them up.

The two of us looked up at each other, and we both started to laugh.