musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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Any normal person has had sexual fantasies about some celebrities. Wether it be Julia Roberts, Britney Spears, Brat Pitt, whatever. For me it was different, my crush on Jessica Alba was bad for my health. I wasn't stalking her or anything but, I own all her DVD's and had ever magazine she had ever been interveiwed in. I jerked off to her on a twice daily basis. Seriously bad for my health.
I am Ryan Heath, and I work in a porn store. I know high quailty job right? Anyway we sold everything, movies, toys, clothing, anything sexual you could want. We got a lot high end customers, but none like the day SHE came in.
I had been finishing up with a customer on the floor and I turned toward the door and saw her come in. It was like that scene in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back where Shannon Elizabeth comes in to the Moosey burger and Jay just zones out.
It happened with me, except the zoning out part, well maybe a little. Anyway she walked right past me looking like her usualy fine self with a tight tank top and a skirt. She was showing off her amazing midsection and why not?
She stopped at the wall of dildos which puzzled me, I mean why would she need a dildo? Yet, I was the floor sales men and I felt it was my duty to go offer her assistance. I tried to act casual as I walked by her and asked. "How aer you doing today? Can I help you find anything?" I winced as my voice cracked, and I cleared my throat to repeat what I said.
I am Ryan Heath, and I work in a porn store. I know high quailty job right? Anyway we sold everything, movies, toys, clothing, anything sexual you could want. We got a lot high end customers, but none like the day SHE came in.
I had been finishing up with a customer on the floor and I turned toward the door and saw her come in. It was like that scene in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back where Shannon Elizabeth comes in to the Moosey burger and Jay just zones out.
It happened with me, except the zoning out part, well maybe a little. Anyway she walked right past me looking like her usualy fine self with a tight tank top and a skirt. She was showing off her amazing midsection and why not?
She stopped at the wall of dildos which puzzled me, I mean why would she need a dildo? Yet, I was the floor sales men and I felt it was my duty to go offer her assistance. I tried to act casual as I walked by her and asked. "How aer you doing today? Can I help you find anything?" I winced as my voice cracked, and I cleared my throat to repeat what I said.