Strokes

“HARDER!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!”

“So do you think you can handle it,” Mr. Johnson, the older gay man asks me, with a sinister smile on his lips.
“Ya, no problem,” truthfully I’ve been pretty unnerved since I walked into the building.
“Good. You can start tonight at midnight.” And a light shudder runs down my back.
“And, I’ll start you out at 12.”
“Thank you Mr. Johnson, I’ll do my best to make you proud.” I say in honest appreciation.
Man, 12 bucks an hour for sitting behind the counter of a porn shop. Fucking Sweet!
The buxom blonde on the screen screams at the top of her lungs as her co star rams into her with a cock that quite frankly would be intimidating to an 80 year old four ruble an hour three tittied Russian prostitute.
“You get use to the trailers,” Mr. Johnson says as he shows me around the store. I comment on how sad it is that even in this day and age we keep our porn segregated. Asians to the left. Blondes to the right.
Mr. Johnson laughs with a genuine smile and I think maybe I can handle this.

Shortly before midnight I come in and meet Justin the clerk that I’ll be training with. He’s a young white guy who looks to be in his mid twenties. He starts going over the how to use the register, when a short, balding gentleman in what appears to be bandage straps, leather pants and a village person style leather chaps walks up to the counter.
“Hey Justin, who's the new meat?”
“Hey Stu, this is John, he’s just starting tonight. You want your ticket now.”
“Sure, babe you know I’ll take it anyway you want to give it.”
“Here you go, babe.” John says as he prints out a ticket.
John turns to me. “The theater is in back, I’ll take you on a tour later, but all you need to know now is that it’s a four screen open theater that plays four different movies, all gay porn. And we change them out at four when we turn on the lights kick everyone out and clean, that’ll be your job tonight.”
I try not to imagine what I’m going to see when I go in there, but any chance of that happening is thrown out the window when I notice the security cameras under the counter are in the theater and I now have four screens of exactly what goes on in there.
I try to look away, but I’m struck by the fact that no matter where I look in this place there is either a giant cock or some random chick getting fucked in would have to be very uncomfortable positions.
Justin senses my uneasiness and smiles at me.
“First time in a porn shop?”
“No, it’s just…”
“I know. You get use to it. So where’d you work before?”
“Well, I go to school, so I normally need to take overnight jobs like this. My last was at the Valero on Munger and Brian, but I got tired of getting robbed.
“Well, I hope not too tired.”
Justin just smiles as he turns away to help a customer, and I stand there awkwardly displayed on the raised counter like a desperate school girl at her first jiggle joint.

“You’re new.”
“Ya.”
“You straight.”
“Ya.”
“Wanna fuck.”
“Uh.”
“He’s on the clock, Jess, leave him alone.”
The pretty blond in a blue mesh top and black leather miniskirt smiles and winks at me as she walks away towards the thuggish looking black guy standing at the door.
“That’s Jess. If you got the cash, she’ll fuck you three ways to Sunday.”
As I watch her walk away and start to wonder just how much she charges, a little old lady complete in a blue church dress and pink shawl watch to the counter.
“One for the theater.”
“Uh, sure.”
“Thank you, sweety.”
I print the ticket and hand to this sweet little old lady and smile at her. She smiles back and winks at me and she heads into the back.
“That’s Bea. He comes through at least once a month. You handled that well, though. Good job.”
All I think as Justin goes back to his counter is, He.

The sun is shining through the glass doors as I clock out. In the past eight hours I’ve learned the difference between a twink and a bear, what ATM means in the porn business (Ass To Mouth), and exactly how much bleach you need to mop and whipe down a gay porn theater, and the number of a really hot prostitute.
“So you think you can handle it?” asks Mr. Johnson.