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Jobs #4H - The Free Box or How I Corrupted Hundreds
When we had overstock or items that sat on the shelf for to long we took them and tossed them in the stockroom. If they continued to not sell they went into the box, also display models went into the box. Anything in the box was free to give away (intended) to customers who bought allot or that we wanted to give something to, we also could take items from it for personal use or for whatever.
The box contained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the receipt and basically the same thing on the receipt..."I need to call the manager over!" She cried as you could see the tears forming in her eyes...Oh yes she was angry at this man and at the same time oh so embarrassed about this.
When we had overstock or items that sat on the shelf for to long we took them and tossed them in the stockroom. If they continued to not sell they went into the box, also display models went into the box. Anything in the box was free to give away (intended) to customers who bought allot or that we wanted to give something to, we also could take items from it for personal use or for whatever.
The box contained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the receipt and basically the same thing on the receipt..."I need to call the manager over!" She cried as you could see the tears forming in her eyes...Oh yes she was angry at this man and at the same time oh so embarrassed about this.
Jobs #4H - The Free Box or How I Corrupted Hundreds
When we had overstock or items that sat on the shelf for to long we took them and tossed them in the stockroom. If they continued to not sell they went into the box, also display models went into the box. Anything in the box was free to give away (intended) to customers who bought allot or that we wanted to give something to, we also could take items from it for personal use or for whatever.
The box contained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the receipt and basically the same thing on the receipt..."I need to call the manager over!" She cried as you could see the tears forming in her eyes...Oh yes she was angry at this man and at the same .time oh so embarrassed about this.
When we had overstock or items that sat on the shelf for to long we took them and tossed them in the stockroom. If they continued to not sell they went into the box, also display models went into the box. Anything in the box was free to give away (intended) to customers who bought allot or that we wanted to give something to, we also could take items from it for personal use or for whatever.
The box contained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the receipt and basically the same thing on the receipt..."I need to call the manager over!" She cried as you could see the tears forming in her eyes...Oh yes she was angry at this man and at the same .time oh so embarrassed about this.
\away (intended) to customers who bought allot or that we wanted to give something to, we also could take items from it for personal use or for whatever.
The box contained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the receipt and basically the same thing on the receipt..."I need to call the manager over!" She cried as you could see the tears forming in her eyes...Oh yes she was angry at this man and at the same time oh so embarrassed about this.
The box contained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the receipt and basically the same thing on the receipt..."I need to call the manager over!" She cried as you could see the tears forming in her eyes...Oh yes she was angry at this man and at the same time oh so embarrassed about this.
ontained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the r
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my item I went about carefully pasting the price tag on it, and a barcode (as well as removing the tags from our store). I then opened the package as though a consumer had bought it and then placed it in a walmart bag with the receipt and as I did this I noticed the gods had smiled upon me. For on the receipt among other things I had picked up some astroglide (not for what you think), and D-Batteries (again not what you think). It was a set up so perfect even I couldn't have done it if I had tried.
Thats when I went out setting it up, staking out the walmart and finding out when this friend of mine worked. Now this friend was a bit of a religious person (Read Bible Beater) and she also was from the south and was quite polite. What that meant was you had a religious ultra polite 90lb girl. I knew what had to be done, I stopped and talked with Eric about it and he picked up where it was going instantly...With a giant smile and a evil glint in his eye he told me "I'll Do It!"
And so late one night we piled into the walmart all ten of us and positioned ourselves just out of sight of the returns counter but still within earshot. We had a clear view but she couldn't see us, and a few minutes later Eric calmly strolled in carrying the walmart bag and walked over to the counter. And exclaimed in a very stereotypical overdone gay accent "Excuse me, I bought this and it doesnt work" and it began...He first handed her the receipt and pointed out the item then handed her the bag. She picked up the bag and looked at it and her eyes went wide. "We...Uh....We...Um....I....Um....We don't sell these here" she told him. "But I so bought it here!" Eric replied casually, "I'll scan it if you want but I assure you it wo...." Thats as far as she got as she scanned it, it brought up the same thing on the r
ntained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my ite
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Of Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my ite
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ntained everything, and out of the three people that worked at the store myself and one other guy were the only people to really take anything. Though mostly the other guy snagged **** for his own use, granted I did the same and we had quite a collection back home. I also grabbed any gay **** and often a great deal of toys and condoms (which just got tossed in the free bin as we got them for free from our supplier with every order) to give away to the gay neighbors as well as keep the condoms for myself and my roomies as less money spent on rubbers was more for us to spend on beer. Due to me giving out a great deal of "Naughty Baskets" to different neighbors of ours our stock of being tolerated in the building continued to rise. Over time I even had different people coming up to me and asking for me to snag them items, or to put together a basket for them to give away to a person or couple. I always happily did so as by giving them those things we got favors that we could cash in later on whenever we needed help with something or needed to get something (Believe it or not but there is such a strong network of gays that when it came down to it both myself and roomies could get a table at even the nicest restaurants in town thanks to a favor someone owed us, a very handy thing when your dating). Fortunately all of the people I gave these things to knew I worked at a **** shop and thus avoided any very awkward moments, as well as gave them a embarrassment free place to shop for things.
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Odf Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my ite
If I could convey one thing I learned working at the shop it was this: Girls are freaks. They think about *** just as much as we do and they enjoy being ******. If you think your girlfriend or wife doesn't have a toy, think again. If they don't have one, they either have improvised or thought about buying one. Thats just how it is.
Now I'm a rather "cool" guy (or at least I like to think so) and I get along with people quite well and I'm rather easy to get along with. And as time went on I found myself having more and more people know about my job, not that this bothered me one bit. But it had a perk, I started to have women I went to school with (again college you pervert!) come up to me and awkwardly bring up a conversation with me about it and ask if I could possibly "Get" something for them. It saved them the embarrassment of going in, and hey I didn't mind one bit (it gave me something to think about on lonely nights). And to be blunt I worked a great deal at the shop and much of it ended up being "overtime" and that overtime went on a tab which I could pickup any items I wanted and take it from my tab. And no thats not where I got the name Tab. Now I should mention that I was paid completely under the table which made life much better for me. Anyhow I digress, with my "Tab" I often would pick up the nicer items we had if someone asked me and then decline any payment. This helped me gain a rep as one of the nicer guys on campus. And more importantly allowed me to say that I'd help satisfy women hundreds of times. Yeah you read it and that makes sense but if you lower your voice and say it fast enough it sounds like your saying you satisfied that certain woman. Now I hold privacy at the utmost (BULL****) and I never really told anyone other then my roommates who knew to keep their traps shut about who got what. Except when I was talking with a guy and he mentioned that he wanted to do _____ with _____ and I knew that girl had one, in which case I would just tell him simply "Dude go for it, she needs a good ****". Which in most cases is true. But onward!
The other thing I was targeted for was come Halloween, which as many of you know is when college girls dress up in the ****tiest outfits they can find. I had the hookup on that, and come Halloween you could find me shutting the store for a bit to allow a local group of girls to try on outfits (in the bathroom you sicko) and shop in private. Many times they often ended up picking something extra up with their costume. I often brag about it, but one year I dressed three sorority houses. Again its free things equal favors and a better rep, and come the dating portion you will see why... (Not that way you sicko!)
However the box held one main use for me. I used it to corrupt the youth, you ever been out somewhere in the middle of town and just noticed some random **** floating around? Yep that was me. Ever been in a walmart in the housewares or electronic aisle and found a vibrator or *****? Yep again that was me.
One of our favorite pastimes was to buy some item at walmart for around 19.99 and cut the bar code and remove the price tag. We then would post it on the most shocking *** toy we could get and smuggle it into walmart and place it on the shelves. Sit back and "browse" and wait and watch. Oh the fun we had, but the fun didn't come fully until we found out a person we knew worked at a Walmart service checkout.
A few weeks earlier I had bought a Black and Decker vibrating sander and I noticed using my usual powers of perversion that it rang up on the register and on the receipt as a "BDCKVIBE" Oh yes...you know exactly where this is going! And so I went out on my search for a "B DCK" that "VIBE" and I found it in a toy called "The Big One With Five Speeds Odf Vibration" now I'll let you imagine what it was and I'll take this moment to inform you that there isn't a single *** toy with a normal name out there, they all have some cheesy name. With my ite
Sean96sx
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thanks for tryin to give us the unedited stories man, you can fix it when this lil b**** is gone
ThomasG
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LMAO! @ how he changes the stories and fixes grammatical errors. He must have way too much time on his hands.
Imoto should be banned anyway he created another account while being banned.
http://www.caraudio.com/forum/member.php?u=48033
Imoto should be banned anyway he created another account while being banned.
http://www.caraudio.com/forum/member.php?u=48033
lawlz. i didnt change the stories. just fixed mistakes. the content is still the same
Idealrealist
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Fap Happens
It's not yours to "fix" you fuckin' attention whore.
Go run into a knife, repeatedly.
DBfan187
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Supa's mom was here!
too much shit to read
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