Things You Learn Working At A Porn Store

My first foray into the business of porn occurred in college when I landed the dream job of being a clerk at a local porn store. I was able to spend my nights doing homework and looking at copious amounts of tits and ass. I walked around with a permanent boner and loved nearly every minute of it. 

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It’s The Great Equaliser

Everyone loves porn: from the lowly janitor to the captains of industry.  When I worked there, I was just as likely to see men in suits as homeless men looking to get off for a few minutes in one of the viewing booths.  Every type of person you can think of came into that store: gay, straight, single, married, fat, thin, etc. When you were in that store, there was no judgment. It’s one of the few places people could just be people.


You Get Hit On A LOT

I was a strapping young lad back in those days before doughnuts and lethargy turned my six-pack into a keg. I was hit on by men and women and had to politely decline. People tend to think the clerk is the Dalai Lama of sex. Since we spend our time surrounded by sex, we must know everything about it. You go into a porn store hot and bothered, then talk to me about sex for 10 minutes while your panties are getting wetter and wetter. Why the fuck did I leave that job?


People Come Out To You Before Anyone Else… By Accident

It’s not easy coming out to your friends and family and yet you still have needs. Many times people would come to the store to rent gay porn not realising that I was the guy who lived next door in the dorm or had sociology class with them. When the realisation hit, they were scared out of their minds. I had to reassure them that I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I didn’t. You have to be a good person to work at a porn store because in reality you have a lot of power. 


Yes, People Have Sex In The Booths

The viewing booths have doors so you can watch your porn in private and are meant to be for one person only. Good luck with that. Couples came in and fucked like wild bunnies sometimes with the door closed, sometimes open. I’d have to go back there and tell them to quiet down as Jimmy Colette-stud pounded away on his girlfriend of the week. We also had the guys, and occasional gal, like to masturbate with the door open and have everyone watch. One job you never wanted to have was the guy that had to clean those booths.