Here I am, offering to you - my loyal readers, the two most disturbing events I have come across so far in my past month at the porno store. So sit back, relax, and prepare to feel VERY creeped out...

The first story happened in the beginning of September. A girl who is a sort of regular customer came in to look at toys with her new boyfriend.

Yesterday marked the end of my second week hawking dildos and DVDs. I'm still not used to the hours and I feel wiped out (6pm-2am plus a day job) so my mind isn't as sharp as it normally is...

PROLOGUE

Right after I turned 18 I started working at a porno store. The late hours worked with my school schedule and, let's face it, it was a very easy job. I was getting paid to hang out and talk about boobs all day with my friends. While our clientele were mostly drunk college students, bachelorette parties, and tourists with fanny packs, during the year I worked there I met a fair share of peculiar characters. The most common were the demanding strippers who would tear through the lingerie section and then pay for their outfits and rhinestone belly chains with huge stacks of slightly damp dollar bills.

It is getting to the end of the month and I only have $40 in my bank account. I started to freak out a little. The problem is... I'm lazy. Very lazy. I enjoy sleeping until noon and watching TV until dinner time and lounging in a bubble bath reading magazines at night. I don't want to get a job sitting in an office all day answering phones or shilling ugly teeshirts at some store in the mall. I need a way to make a nice chunk of cash quick without being naked so I can continue to enjoy my mostly-sedentary lifestyle.

I know, I know. It's been a while. I've been busy with my day job, I swear! Well I'm back now with lots of pictures, so hopefully this will make it up to you all..

Well, a little over a month ago Exxxotica, a yearly porno convention, was held in Miami, Florida and I had the opportunity to go visit and help out my good friend Joanna Angel at her booth.