There aren't any

"We, um, we don't have any," James explained slowly, trying desperately not to stare at Karen's exposed breasts, and feeling his cock already twitching a little from the view.

"What do you mean there aren't any?" Karen demanded, stood there, hands on hips glaring at him.

James never really thought much about his sexual preferences before, but as this woman glared at him, and his cock sprang back up to full attention, pointing directly at her, a tiny part of his mind worried that he was actually into women who shouted at him a lot.

Her eyes darted down for a moment, clocking his once more erect cock, and she sighed. "For fuck sake, can't you think of anything else?" She demanded. "You must have something here!"

"Well... Um...." James began, looking around frantically, finally picking up an apron. "There's this I suppose?"