Kind of a couple anecdotes in one here, but trust me, there is sex at the end.

OK, so, years and years ago, I was having a hard time finding a decent job and ended up applying for a part-time gig at the pathetic little mom-and-pop sex shop down the street from my apartment. Some sex shops are part of big chains and are somewhat corporate. This one was run by a husband-and-wife team who were basically petty crooks who had no idea how to run a business and ended up making me their general manager when they realized I knew how to do basic math and understood the concept of organizing products on shelves.

I'm not joking. These people had no system of accounting and just randomly threw products on the wall with no rhyme or reason. It played hell with my OCD, I couldn't help but go around organizing things, and, well, that got me promoted. I always suspected they were part of some sort of money-laundering scheme because they were clearly losing tons of cash when I started, but they never seemed that worried about it, and then they were only modestly pleased when I turned their business around and actually made them profitable. Then again, they also just straight out stole my paycheck to go on vacation at one point, which is why I eventually quit, so maybe they were just regular crooks and not even smart enough to do anything as complex as laundering. Who knows.?Weird couple. They were also heavily invested in a pyramid scheme/cult based around selling phone memberships, and they frequently tried to get customers of the sex shop to buy telephones and join the pyramid scheme. I know, this is all kind of bananas already.

Anyway, that happened, and I ended up running the operation for over a year, often working long hours alone in one of their shops doing double duty as a sales clerk and manager. Before I ever got there the customers at these stores (perhaps all adult stores, I honestly don't know, I didn't have much experience outside of this one) had established a tradition of trying on lingerie in the bathroom room and then parading around the sales floor wearing it, frequently exposing their entire body. They always seemed to do it for the shock value though, because it never went beyond flashing me, and it happened so frequently I kinda got used to it. It was fun, but I'm honestly not that much into being teased, and only occasionally into voyeurism. So it was kind of, whatever, a cool job perk, but I didn't get too worked up about it.

Same was true for the porn stars I met. One of the shops I worked at was in fairly close proximity to San Fernando Valley, so on occasion a legit pron star would come in and browse the lingerie. One of my favorite experiences of all time was giving a discount to Brianna Love on some Hentai she was picking out (If you are reading this Brianna, you were adorable and very sweet, thanks for making my day!). Fun Fact! Brianna explained to me that she liked to watch hentai because most of the live-action porn we had for sale featured people she knew and worked with and was, hence, kinda boring for her. Isn't that interesting? I thought it was. Anyway, despite Brianna being cool, none of the porn stars who came in ever did anything pornographic in the store. And, I guess that makes sense, you don't expect Actors to start reciting lines when you see them in public, right? But also, it adds to the notion that, despite the sex shop being a highly sexually charged atmosphere, actual sex wasn't really happening.

Until one day a very attractive woman came up to my register and nervously asked if she could fuck me in the bathroom.

She was tall, probably at least my height, which is 5'10. She looked possibly Asian, light brown skin, long straight black hair, broad shoulders, and hips but no fat, more like she did CrossFit or light weight training. She was wearing a tight black dress with nothing on underneath and was apparently on a mission to get fucked. I was doing some accounting bullshit and not even paying attention to her, despite her being hot. The way she actually approached me was super sweet and highly endearing. I was sitting behind the register and she came up to me and asked me something like, 'Hey, um, I was wondering if I could ask you a weird question?". Her voice was actually trembling a bit, but I wasn't sure why. I got a lot of people in the shop who were first-timers and just nervous to be there, so I chalked it up to that. I was wrong. I told her, 'Sure, what would you like to know?". She replied, "Have any of your customers ever asked to have sex with you?". I was honest, "Funnily enough, no. I think It's because I try my best to be professional so people can feel comfortable actually shopping. Believe me, there are a lot fo customers I'd like to flirt with, but I don't want to creep anyone out when they come in, so I try to keep things as formal as possible, but then end result is I never really get to exchange those vibes with customers. ".

The truth is, I actually got asked that question a lot, usually by guys who wanted to know if I'd lived out any fantasies. The speech I gave her was kind of preloaded because I'd fielded the question so many times, and I wasn't thinking much about it, I was just trying to be friendly. I think that stalled her just slightly, because she just responded by saying, 'Oh...' and then paused for a second.

Then she hit me with it. '...Would you like to? With me?" She looked so nervous like she was about to run out of the room. But then I was the one who was stalled. 'Uh (gulp), well, yeah. Like, now?"

She smiled, "Yeah, like, right now. Here.". I said, 'Well, um, yeah, I can lock the door and we can go in the bathroom if you want?". She said, "Yeah, sure, that works". I grabbed a random condom from the shelf behind me, locked the entrance to the shop, and went to the bathroom. There was zero foreplay. She turned around and hiked up her skirt, revealing no panties, a tone ass, and a shaved kitty. Luckily I was so turned on I was already hard, so I opened the condom and rolled it on. Turns out it was a 'favored' condom, so we had to deal with a weird synthetic orange smell as we fucked. Not a deal killer, just a weird detail I always remember. We fucked doggy for quite a while, pretty much the only position we could manage in the bathroom, and I was just enjoying the experience. Then she took it up a notch. "Do you mind if my boyfriend joins us?". I said, 'Sure'. In hindsight, I wish I hadn't just because I genuinely prefer one-on-one to MFM threeways (I will take a FMF 3 ways any day of the week though). That said I get REALLY agreeable when my dick is in a hot girl, so I was like, 'Fuck it, whatever'. She called him and a few minutes later he showed up. I got the impression he was in the parking lot and had set the whole thing up with her in advance. He was an older guy, with grey hair, but tall and in good shape. I unlocked the door for him and we all walked back to the bathroom, which was now very cramped. She sucked his cock while I fucked her, then we switched places and she sucked my cock while he fucked her. I always wondered about the orange flavor, but at that point she was likely only tasking herself. After a bit of sexual twister in the bathroom, I came (still wearing the orange condom because I did NOT know these folks, lol), then her boyfriend creampied her and we all zipped-up and left the bathroom.

Never saw them again, nor did I fuck any other customers while I was there, although I did sorta bump into one in civilian life a few months after I quit the job, but that's a whole other story.

As with all my stories, yes, this did happen, no I won't give out personally identifying information or photos of participants (I don't even have any in this case), but you're welcome to ask me anything else you'd like to know about the story.