I work at a local sex shop and I love it. I get the opportunity to see people at their most vulnerable; I get to help people fulfill their fantasies. Some I get to help with their selection. Last week, a young buck came in wearing a hooded sweatshirt, his hands placed snugly in the front pockets. He was nervous, pacing around the store and sweating bullets. I thought he was going to rob and kill me. My manager was out of town and the day slut had left for the evening. Shit, no one was expected back until midnight, it was six thirty. I felt for sure that I was going to die!
Nobody usually fucks with me; I'm a pretty big guy. But this fellow looked intent on getting something he needed and I was scared for the first time in a long time.
After fondling lots of the product, he walked up to the counter with a huge plastic dong.
"Do you have anything, um, more realistic?"
I dropped the telephone, nervous as hell. I picked it up and placed it back on the hook. I was one second from dialing 911.
I looked into his big baby blue eyes and relaxed. He smiled sheepishly at me; I could tell he was a newbie. I could tell that he longed for man on man; he had a huge bulge in his sweat pants. I needed to see how far I could take this. I stroked my goatee.
"Well, we do have more items over in the corner. Also, we have the items here."
The glass case beneath me had all of our expensive toys. He walked over to the corner of the store.
