Work stories, anyone?
I work in a video store with a "back room." Lots of good stories from just that, nevermind the rich old white ladies who still think that black people are all very, very, dangerous.
So here's some back room stories.
One guy only had two dollars when he came up to the desk. So he asks me if he can pay half now and half later. I tell him that he can't do that. He leaves his fap material on the counter - right in front of a mom and her kids - and drives off. Less than twenty minutes later, he's back. He shoves his sweaty, crumpled bills into my hand and trots off.
We stock barnyard fare, apparently. I was nearly sick at that one. Thank God he was the only customer at the time, because after he left I wailed like an infant for a good three minutes or so.
Half hour becore closing, a couple brings their five-year old daughter in. She's dressed in a too-large nightgown, and I was sure she was shoeless. Dad kept her occupied while Mom went to the back. She came back out whith a good sized bulge under her shirt. Oh, come ON, lady. We all know what you've got there. The VHS boxes are super oversized so jackoffasses can't nip anything. She comes up, family following, with Dad holding Daughter in his arms ON LEVEL WITH THE PORN. Somehwo, he keeps her distracted through the whole transaction.
And this is all for $5.35 an hour.