More weirdness

Morgan walked up to a customer. "May I help you?" She was clenched her jaw after she spoke and clenched her ass cheeks. She put her hands behind her back and clenched her fists.

The woman, an attractive lady in her mid-twenties looked at the sales girl's name tag. "Sure More Cum."

"More Cum?" asked Morgan trying her best to maintain her composure.

"That's what your name tag says."

Morgan looked at her name tag. Sure enough, it said More Cum. "But, uh...um..."

"More Cum," said the customer. "Do you have this in red?" She pulled a pink silk blouse from the rack.

"Uh, yes, ma'am. I'm pretty sure it's in the back." Morgan walked towards the stock room. On the way, she ran into Fiona.

"Oh, More Cum, don't forget to push the new scarves," said Fiona. "We make a fortune on every one sold."

"Uh, OK,"

"Everything OK, More Cum?"

"My name....it's just that..."

"What about it?"

"Oh, um nothing." Morgan went to the stock room.