The life of a sex shop worker (part three)

I started off doing 30 hours a week and by the time I had been there over 6 months I was up to doing just about full time work and being ring in manager of 4 different stores. It took awhile for me to get over the shock of some peoples requests, but once I had, customers always sought me out and felt the could talk to me. This led to some very ummm…interesting situations.

One of my first “weirdos” was an elderly gent, I would have put him in his mid 60’s. He came in and wandered around the store. After a few minutes when he had settled at the bondage section, I approached him and asked if he would like any assistance. I honestly expected him to ask me a few questions about what was used for what and then make a few comments about why would people do such things and then leave. He looked like the type of man that had grandkids and bounced them on his knees, hell I would of left my son with him up until the following conversation.

“Good afternoon sir, can I help you?” At this point I should of known something was up as he suddenly looked down at my approach and shuffled his feet a bit. I put it down to embarrasment.

“Ummm yes, well no, ummm I am not quite sure. How does this work?” He pointed to a leather and chain body suit that we sold for bondage use. It had clasps and clips in places that well bondage type people would like, but for everyday wear it may have been a tad uncomfortable.

I showed him the nipple clamps attached to it, and explained the gates of terror ( 6 metal rings that go around the penis attached by leather thong and clasps) I showed him the leashes that ran from various body parts. The whole time he hrmmed and ooohed almost like he was in shock. When I had finished this little spiel he asked if he could have a closer look, so I took it off the wall for him and handed it to him and wandered off looking busy to let him have a bit of time to himself.

About 10 minutes later he approached me and asked if he gave me 50 dollars if I would put it on him for 15 minutes and pull on the leashes. I blushed, as I do and explained to him that I didn’t work here for that purpose and that he had to buy it and take it home to do that. He then asked if he bought it and took it home would I then put it on him. I asked him to leave. So much for my sweet grandfatherly looking man!

Another afternoon I was at a different store when a guy walked in and drew my attention to him due to the smell that was radiating off him. He smelt like he hadn’t bathed for a week! It was a hot day and this shop didn’t have airconditioning, so when he asked if he could leave his jacket by the counter I thought nothing of it. It was close to valentines day and we had a huge shipment of stock come in that I was trying to price and put on the shelf so I wasn’t paying to much attention to this man as he seemed happy to be browsing through the magazines.

Suddenly I was aware of a presence. I looked up and he was standing infront of me.

“Can I help you sir?” I asked.

“You don’t mind if I do this do you?”. Suddenly he stepped back and lifted up his shirt. He was wearing a pair of jeans that he had quite ingeniously cut the crutch and backside out of and was doing a little spinny type dance in front of me, turning and flashing me.

I couldn’t help myself, I started to laugh!

“Oh for gods sake, put your shirt down” I said. “I have seen bigger and better than that, I work in a sex shop for fucks sake!” With that he picked up his jacket and ran out the store. I chuckled a bit more to myself and went back to work. It was my first flasher and I was amused. Then I looked at the time and saw that the kids would be getting out of school soon . The store I was in was close to a train station, so I decided I should call the police and report it. I had visions of getting home and seeing the 6 o’clock news and some poor unsuspecting schoolgirl reporting that she had been flashed by a smelly man!

So I called the cops. They came out and took a statement, had a bit of a look around and a good laugh at my video of my flashed dancing (thank goodness for security cameras) went to the train station and picked him up. The called me back and asked if I wanted to press charges. Hell no…he was the best entertainment I had all day!!!