When they entered the elevator, Ty was glad to see that its control panel had been repaired. Cock pushed the button for floor 30, and soon there was a ding. Cock led the way to a door that read, "Genital Control Room (M)."
"Oh, the sign has changed to something more specific," Cock commented. "That's good. I like pussy, obviously, but I only want to be in charge of cock." He opened the door, and they entered.
Ty saw that it was a relatively small control room, with only a much smaller control panel than in MCR. Cock sat in the one office chair. "Sorry I can't offer you a seat. I'd show you around," Cock said, "but you already see all of it. Snug and comfortable for me. Home, sweet home."
Ty saw that there was only a small bookshelf, with only three volumes of Operating Procedures. Noticing where Ty was looking, Cock said, "I've got all the common stuff memorized, but I'm glad to have those as a reference. Fortunately they're much easier for me to understand than all those complicated manuals in MCR. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to get a chance to see MCR, but I'm happier here, where I belong."
"I'm glad to see you settling in," Ty said. "I probably won't see you again, in here, but know that when you're on the job in here, and Lisa's cock is fucking, that I'm enjoying it out there. Best of luck!"
"Good luck to you, too!" Cock said.
Ty left, closing the door. He took a leisurely stroll back to the elevator. On the way, he passed a door, "Genital Control Room (F)." The "F" looked like different, newly applied paint. He considered taking a look inside, but decided that he'd best not go poking around unnecessarily. Who knows what kind of trouble he might stir up.
He took the elevator back to 83.