The Porn Clerk Chronicles- A Coke and a Smile

The other night at work I glanced up at the security cameras and noticed some weird movement in one of the hallways of the arcade.  There was nobody else in the store so u went back to check it out.

 

Our arcade is pretty dark by arcade standards which can either be sleazy hot or just scary. There are a few big booths up front and a little hall leads you to the bulk of the booths, most of which are glory hole booths. In this part there is one big rectangular are with booths on either side and a small dark hallway that goes around them.

I had to walk through the semi darkness to the hallway at the far end before I found what I guess I  was looking for.

In the middle of the hallway, down on all fours was an attractive young black kid. I almost stepped right on him when I realized had his pants around his ankles and was fucking himself with an old fashioned coke bottle.

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I told him to take it into a booth which was far nicer than I think anyone else would have been.

About twenty minutes later I went back to make sure he was putting money in the machine but he was still in the hallway. On all fours. Fucking himself with a coke bottle.

“What the fuck!?” I yelled at him. “Dude it’s time to go.”

He followed me back out I was assuming to grab his bag and leave embarrassment. That’s what I would have done. He didn’t seem embarrassed. He started looking around at all the large objects like the fists that he wanted shove up his ass.

“Dude you have to go,” I told him. I was kind of surprised I had to tell him although I should know better. You could catch people doing the most fucked up shit and kick them out and they never seemed to want to leave.

“You need to leave”, I told him again.

“What did I do?” He asked. I mean he genuinely acted taken aback that I didn’t want him there.

“What did you do?” I asked incredulously. ” You were fucking yourself with a coke bottle in the arcade hallway and you didn’t move it to a booth when I told you to.”

“You never asked me to move to a booth” he argued. ” If you did I wouldn’t be standing here doubting that you were speaking the truth”

“I don’t give a fuck what you doubt, you need to grab your shot and get the fuck out of my store!” I yelled having lost all patience with him.

He begrudgingly left. Do people have no shame? I would have died of embarrassment but he was still trying to act street thug cool throwing me all kinds of shade.

I went back to at least spray some air freshener because there arcade had a nasty blood smell hanging over it.

After a quick clean up I stepped out  the back porch to have a cigarette. Guess what was waiting for me in the back alley? If you guessed he was back there with his pants pulled down fucking himself with a coke bottle you would be correct.

“You weren’t supposed to come out here,” he explains. “Today’s my birthday.”

“Happy fucking birthday, now get the fuck out here!”