Life of a sex shop worker (part 4)

I was working a Sunday in one of our shops in town. It was quiet and I was dusting (yes even vibrators need dusting!) This particular store has stairs that ran up the middle to an upper level. The stairs are roped off as there is nothing up there.

On this particular morning a very drunk man walked, stumbled, crawled in. He was maybe greek or italian, but spoke with that kind of accent. He also smelt really bad of stale alcohol. I would say he had probably woken up in a near by ally somewhere and had decided to come in and get his jollies.

I didn’t approach him but stood by the stairs watching him flick throw magazines. I was always a bit wary of approaching intoxicated men, the are a bit volitile, especially in the industry that I worked in and alcohol tends to cloud their sense of reason.

After awhile of flicking through the magazines he looked up at me and in an accented voice said “I svwant zex”

“Sorry Sir?”

“I SVWANT ZEX!”

“Sorry Sir? You’re after a magazine on sex?”. I am praying to the goddess at this stage that between his inebriated state and his accent I am misunderstanding him!

No. I svwant to bend you over those stairs and fuck you!” Ok I understood that fine. I was worried. It was a Sunday in town, there was no one around and he was a large drunk man. I looked at the security camera hoping that it would at least show his face if he made a move towards me. I moved away from the stairs and inline with the camera so that he turned and was facing the camera while I had my back to the camera.

“Svwat you looking at?”

I pointed at the camera.”See that. Its a security camera. Its linked to a room just up these stairs and in there, there are two men who as soon as I raise my other hand are going to come down these stairs and beat the crap out of you. Now get the fuck out of my shop(I raised my other hand and prayed like hell he wouldn’t call my bluff)and don’t ever , ever come in here again.”

I watched him back towards the door, knocking over a rack of cards, falling to his hands and knees and crawl out the door. Once he was outside I locked the door after him. I checked the video…..it wasn’t working. Although 99% of my job was fun and interesting, it was the few and far instances like this that had me scared.

Just another little piece of me…..