Oh lordie...
I began work a little over a week ago at a high-end fetish shop in the nice part of the city. Basically, it's insane working there and I've learned so much interesting stuff. Plus, I've grown as a person in that short stint of time... try saying with an honest face that this latex rubber gag with the penis attachment is top of the line and can endure only the most extreme situations.
So I think this will be a great job to document.... starting, now:
Today I get a call from a man. Conversation goes as this:
Freak: I have a sort of embarrassing question... is there any male staff available?
Me: No, sorry, only females here today, but I would be more than happy to answer any questions you may have.
Freak: Um, well... I was at the doctor's and he put his finger up to check my prostate gland, and I came. Then I got hard right afterwards. He said it wasn't normal, is it?
Me: Well, it's a common reaction. Is there anything I can help you with?
Freak: I can't figure out how to achieve that same feeling... are there any toys to do that?
Me: Are you able to go onto a computer? We have an extensive website...
Freak: No, sorry. He just like put his finger up there with a little condom...
Me: Um, okay. We have the Aneros....
Freak: How is that designed?
so I pass it off to my co-worker who is a neurotic Irish spinster and has a filthier mouth than the bottom of the Charles River... she gives him some information and quickly rushes off the phone...
Neurotic: That was a fucking jerk-off prank call. The motherfucker was fucking jerking his goddamn dick off to our voices. Ain't that some fucking shit? N****R shit if you ask me... (she's also a blatant racist, spouting off that word in an almost hourly routine)
Me: Oh jesus.....
needless to say, I ran outside with the quickness of a fox and searched for the nearest comfort food available... only to find a bottle of patron that the owner had left for me (she's a crazy but amazingly awesome lady)
later on today....
This man walks in, looks a little sketched... like keeps running around, thumbing through all the latex and rubber clothing. Long-story, short: he ends up buying $1,340 worth of latex gimp wear... this being a photo of a full ensemble for you newbs:
He couldn't keep eye contact, he let me up-sale him, he wanted complete discretion, and he was pacey. Oh, I love love love submissive men. They're so weird. As for the dominating "masters" that come in, fuck off. When I say,"if there's anything I can help you with today?" don't be a dick and say,"If I need help, I'll talk to you." in your sheepishly condescending way.
Anyways, there's my rant for the day.
If I win the lottery, he'll marry me. I think I need to start playing.
So I think this will be a great job to document.... starting, now:
Today I get a call from a man. Conversation goes as this:
Freak: I have a sort of embarrassing question... is there any male staff available?
Me: No, sorry, only females here today, but I would be more than happy to answer any questions you may have.
Freak: Um, well... I was at the doctor's and he put his finger up to check my prostate gland, and I came. Then I got hard right afterwards. He said it wasn't normal, is it?
Me: Well, it's a common reaction. Is there anything I can help you with?
Freak: I can't figure out how to achieve that same feeling... are there any toys to do that?
Me: Are you able to go onto a computer? We have an extensive website...
Freak: No, sorry. He just like put his finger up there with a little condom...
Me: Um, okay. We have the Aneros....
Freak: How is that designed?
so I pass it off to my co-worker who is a neurotic Irish spinster and has a filthier mouth than the bottom of the Charles River... she gives him some information and quickly rushes off the phone...
Neurotic: That was a fucking jerk-off prank call. The motherfucker was fucking jerking his goddamn dick off to our voices. Ain't that some fucking shit? N****R shit if you ask me... (she's also a blatant racist, spouting off that word in an almost hourly routine)
Me: Oh jesus.....
needless to say, I ran outside with the quickness of a fox and searched for the nearest comfort food available... only to find a bottle of patron that the owner had left for me (she's a crazy but amazingly awesome lady)
later on today....
This man walks in, looks a little sketched... like keeps running around, thumbing through all the latex and rubber clothing. Long-story, short: he ends up buying $1,340 worth of latex gimp wear... this being a photo of a full ensemble for you newbs:
He couldn't keep eye contact, he let me up-sale him, he wanted complete discretion, and he was pacey. Oh, I love love love submissive men. They're so weird. As for the dominating "masters" that come in, fuck off. When I say,"if there's anything I can help you with today?" don't be a dick and say,"If I need help, I'll talk to you." in your sheepishly condescending way.
Anyways, there's my rant for the day.
If I win the lottery, he'll marry me. I think I need to start playing.