I was was working at an adult video store, and in the back we have a 'Preview" room where a potential customer can 'preview' a movie that they 'may want to purchase.' (We charge a $10.00 fee that will be applied to the purchase of the previewed disc if they purchase it + a $20.00 deposit on the room to return the control and to keep it clean.)
We also provide tissues in the room... so you know the film was not used for previewing potential purchases; it was just worded that way.
I can tell you 10 out of 10 times the room was used on my shifts the custy always decided against purchase. In fact they probably did not even know that the room was supposed to be for 'preview' and not the real thing that everybody knows happened in there....
So anyways the rules are simple:
1. One video for preview @ $10.00
2. 1 person in the room
3. $20.00 deposit on the remote and to clean up after yourself (staff check room before deposit returned).
3. 1 hr time limit.
About twenty minutes go by and the store has one other person in it. He comes back to the counter and lets me know that that there is no tissue in the room.
I let him know that I will grab him some in a minute, after I serve the other customer. I assure him that the time his is waiting for me will not be counted against his time and I will give a quick knock on the door with the tissue, so he can just open it a crack and grab them from me...
So I serve the customer and thankfully no one else has entered so I quickly lock the door since I have to go into the back store room to get the tissue.
I grab it. I give a quick knock at the preview room door and the door flies open. The gentleman has his willie in his hand and is inviting me in to help...
I expect this at the bathhouse not at my work....
No, this is not an internet prank. Famous bear makers Vermont Teddy Bear is selling a Christian Grey bear for $89.99. Will he sell out and end up in some lucky lady's bed or get shipped away to a dollar store and handcuffed to a sale bin?
This story was originally posted on: December 04, 2012
I saw the call for Christmas stories, and I had to share mine from the Porn Store! I worked there two Christmases, and my first was definitely the most memorable! I thought it would be dead on Christmas Eve. I was sure, 100% positive that I had dodged the retail bullet: the last minute gift shoppers. Boy, was I dead wrong...
Not only was the store busier than normal, so were the booths. I had regulars coming in left and right, along with people that were just buying last minute gifts for their significant other. I had one big sale after the next. The Store Manager had bought giant stockings, and the counter was filled with little "stocking stuffers." I had run out of stockings halfway through my shift! The sales that night were so good that I got the highest sales for the month because of that night alone, meaning I won the cash prize for the month of December.
My night was going swimmingly... until Bitchface walked in. Bitchface started bitching immediately because we didn't have carts, not even hand-carts. It was a damned porn store, and a smallish one at that. We were used to people just coming in, grabbing a few items, and leaving. So, she brought everything she wanted to the counter, one piece at a time, complaining each time she did it. All she was buying were gag gifts, which were all on the same section of the wall.
She started counting the loose dick straws, when she turns to me and screams, "There's only 45 here! I need 50!"
Muttering to herself, she picks up the box of cheap straws, and all the boxes of more expensive straws (they had a more realistic look to them, and were sold in packs instead of individually.) She puts them on the counter, goes back for a few more items, and then demands that I ring her up.
As I'm starting to ring her up, she turns to me, and says smugly, "You are going to ring those boxes of straws up as the cheap straws because you didn't have all the straws I needed."
Now, had it been one box, I would've done it (and not gotten in trouble for it). Had I done all the boxes, I would've gotten fired for theft. I smile and tell her that I can, indeed, ring ONE box of the more expensive straws up, but not the five she had picked up.
She went BALLISTIC. Over a few packs of 3 dollar box of dick straws. She finally settles down, agrees to one box, when she spots the hand blown glass dildos in the case on the counter (ha, handblown dildos). She immediately demands that I unlock it so that she can come behind the counter (um, no) and handle them all to see which one she likes best. I tell her I can't let her behind the counter, but I can hand her each one she wants to look at.
I hand her the first one she wants to look at, and she promptly drops it. It didn't break, fortunately, but she smiled and apologized for her butterfingers. I politely tried to assume it was an accident, even though something told me it wasn't. That's when she took the second one, and threw it against the floor, watching it shatter. I mean she threw it at the floor. She smiles at me, tells me to finish ringing her up, after I witnessed her throw a $300 dildo onto the floor. I canceled the transaction.
One of my regulars, C, came in during the beginning of the tantrum. C works at a prominent Fortune 500 company, and is a big wig. He's also a boother. Staring at the woman, he says a name. Bitchface spins around, and she turns white as a ghost. As he explained to me later: he's her boss, the straws were for the Christmas party she was hosting that night that he was to attend. (It wasn't the company party. It was a personal party and he was a friend of hers.) He pretended that he was there, solely to buy a "gift for the hostess" since he knew the party was X-rated. I, of course, played along, not revealing his secret.
"Sir," She said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I can explain..."
"No, you can't," C said, matter-of-factly. "Even if the cashier was treating you poorly, which I saw that she wasn't, you had no reason to smash that glass piece. You are lucky that it's Christmas and I won't fire you on the spot if you do what I tell you to do."
"What can I do?" She was crying now, and I could see her shoulders were shaking.
"You are going to apologize to the cashier, pay for your items, including the glass piece you broke. If you do not, this young lady will call the police and report it. You will walk out of here, and you will never return to this store again. Don't think you are completely off the hook, either. We will be having a discussion about how you act in public reflecting upon the company. Understood?"
She nodded, tears pouring down her face. She apologized to me, paid for all of the straws and the glass piece. I was even still nice and gave her the discount I had offered earlier. It was Christmas Eve, after all.
When she walked out of the store, so did he. He told me later that he informed her that he was so mad that he didn't want to attend her party that night. In fact, he just wanted to chill out and look at the cute guys coming into the store (and there were indeed cute guys coming in.)
After they both left, the local delivery boy from the Chinese restaurant walks in with a big bag of food. All my favorites, actually. When I explained to him I didn't order, and I didn't have the money to pay him, he told me the order had already been paid for, including his tip!
When I asked who paid it, he looked at the receipt and said, "Mr. C." C was there so much, and so often, that he remembered what I ordered when I got Chinese for dinner/lunch. When he came in again, about an hour after the incident, he apologized for her behavior, and told me Merry Christmas before disappearing into the back.
And the glass dildos: They are a popular product, and they are usable. Everyone I know that has one LOVES theirs. While the handblown ones are expensive, it's like buying any handcrafted artisan piece: It's expensive because of the work put into it. They also have cheaper, mass produced glass pieces that look and feel the same. The ones in the case just had more detail, like colored swirls. My favorite one to look at when I was sitting there all afternoon was blue with golden stars all through it.
May your Customers be full of Cheer instead of Piss and Vinegar,
This story was originally posted on: September 08, 2010
Hey guys, first time poster here. I have worked at an Adult Shop in a small college town for about five years now and let me tell you we get some interesting people in there.
There are a few incidents in particular that make you think WTF?
A woman and her husband were shopping and had been in the store for close to an hour.
Now we are a very small, friendly shop and three of my four co workers happened to be there this day. The woman had a pile of lingerie and stuff waiting to be purchased on the counter and asked to use the bathroom.
Its not unusual for us to let people use the bathroom in the store. She goes, does her business, comes back out and continues shopping.
Not five minutes later co-worker 1 goes to the bathroom and notices something funny. Our soap dispenser and sponge are missing from the bathroom along with our air freshener.
The only one that had been in there was the lady.
I casually walk by as she looks at panties and what do I see sticking out of her purse but our bright yellow sponge!
She didn't even try to hide it!
I informed my manager and she pulled the lady aside. Needless to say, she was politely asked to leave and never come back.
After crying and whining and arguing she finally realized that yes, taking our soap and sponge was actually stealing!
I haven't seen her since.
I was driving home from the grocery store when co-worker 1 frantically calls me.
A man had come in and asked to use our bathroom.
He went back and twenty minutes later had not emerged. Now, as I mentioned before we are a small store and she was closing by herself.
So my boyfriend and I took a quick detour and stopped by. Now by this time he had been in the bathroom for half an hour.
Debating what to do, I just knocked on the door pretending I needed to use the bathroom.
He exclaimed, "Just a minute!"
He then left the bathroom looking conspicuously wet.
He wasted no time rushing out of the store and disappearing.
Upon further examination, it looks like he took a sink bath in our bathroom.
Now this one didn't happen to me but I got to hear all about it.
We always greet people when they come into our shop. After a rough day, Co-Worker 1 greeted an old man and was talking to him when all of a sudden he stopped and said "I'm sorry."
Confused co-worker 1 looked around.
The old man then asked for the bathroom.
She pointed in the direction and then noticed the problem. The old man had pooped himself right in the front of the store! It had rolled out of his overalls and sat stinkily on the floor.
Her rough day was topped off with her having to clean up old man poo.
--Naughty Shop Slave