Working at a Porn Shop

Just to get it out of the way, this story is fiction. There's no way I would do this in real life. That being said... When I was younger, I was on my to starting my last year in college and I needed to find a job. The way I had my final year set up, the few classes I needed were all in the morning, so my working in the afternoon wouldn't affect any of my class time. I had looked around online and hadn't seen much that looked interesting, until one day I saw an opening for the day shift at a local 'adult shop'. I figured I would give it a shot, so I called the guy and he agreed to talk to me the next day. He told me my hours would be part time, 1-7 on weekdays, and since I was still interested he basically hired me on the spot. He did warn me though, is that it could be pretty boring at those times, but I really didn't mind it. Just to give the visual of the shop, there were no windows for obvious reasons, you had to be buzzed into the second door to get in, and there was a cameraby that door showing who was trying to enter. When they would ring the bell we would check the screen to make sure they looked old enough or didn't seem suspicious, and at that point there was a sliding window to check their I.D. Inside it was a typical porn shop; videos and DVD's, magazines, toys...just your run of the mill stuff. There were also no cameras inside for customer privacy, only outside watching the parking lot for security. This comes into play later on.   I started the next monday and he was right, it did get fairly boring during the day. The main traffic started coming through around 5 or 6, when people were on their way home from work, but every so often some would walk in earlier. These were mostly younger people, especially during the summer. Mostly it was guys buying Playboys or old Hustler magazines, but sometimes girls would come through as well, usually looking at the toys. Once in a while it would be a couple at a time, giggling while buying their first vibrators. At times I would see younger guys checking out some of the movies with obvious semis, but one day there was someone there, just a few days after he turned legal, absent-mindedly squeezing himself through his pants while looking through the selection. All I had to say to him was "you gotta take it home first, dude", then he snapped out of it and rounded the corner until he could compose himself, paid for his movie and left. I could tell he was embarrassed, but it wasn't really a big deal. It was kind of fun seeing some of their red faces when they went to pay, especially when they pick out something really kinky or indulging their fetishes. Little did they realize that everyone likes different things, and what turns them on is perfectly normal.   Some time went by and eventually the school season started again, and at that point business during the day slowed to a crawl. There were some days I didn't have a single customer the first 3 or 4 hours I was there. One day during this time I was sorting through the magazines when a certain one caught my eye. It was a lesbian magazine from the late 80's and it was a special foot issue. Now, I have a raging foot fetish, so I decided to start thumbing through it. It was filled with pictures of women licking soles and sucking toes, fucking each other's feet, an article on stripper heels, etc. It didn't take more than a couple minutes before I was rock hard with a wet spot in my boxers. I hadn't cum in a couple days, so I knew I wouldn't last until I got home. Checking the lot to make sure it was empty, I went back to the bathroom, unzipped and started jerking off. Just from the thrill of doing it at work, I lasted about a minute before I was firing thick ropes of cum into the bowl. I cleaned up and hurried back to the counter, my head in a fog from my massive orgasm. I didn't do it again for a few days, but it was the same story, just a new day. It didn't take much longer before I realized I was in a masturbation paradise and started getting a little more daring with it. It started out going a couple times per shift, then I ventured into doing it at the register. Eventually I started bringing a portable DVD player and a pack of tissues in my bag with me, getting into a rhythm of jerking off on a regular basis while there. Most of the time I just pushed my pants down, but sometimes I would strip completely naked, cumming two or three times before getting dressed. There were a couple times someone buzzed when I was right in the middle, and I had to hurry up and get everything back to normal before letting them in.   It wasn't just the movies that I would get off to, however. Sometimes certain customers would really get me going as well, but not just how they looked, but also how they shopped. One in particular was a lady who was in her late 30's, looking like she just had a day at the beach; tan skin with a skimpy tank top, short shorts, a pink ball cap and silver flip flops that accented her deep red toenails. I couldn't help watch her feet as she walked around, those flip flops slaping against her soles with every step. Not only that, but when she came to the counter she had picked out a DVD that I knew had some pretty rough fuck scenes and a fairly expensive vibrator. When I was ringing her up I couldn't help but say "boy, looks like someone's going to have a fun evening", and she then told me she was recently divorced and that night she was going to cum like he never made her. I told her she picked a good movie for that, and she said "good, because I'm tired to having to masturbate to boring porn." I smiled and said "oh trust me, you're going to masturbate a LOT to that one", and she said "oh really? Personal experience?" "Oh, you could say that." She smiled and said "looks like I need to stock up on battteries" with a wink, grabbed the bag and headed out. Needless to say, I was practically jerking off before the door even closed. I stayed there until I was finished with school, and the last few months I masturbated at least once every single day I worked, most days multiple times. As far as I know the owner never knew anything about it, or at least never said anything, but I really dont know how he would. There are times I think about all those days when I'm masturbating now, also wondering if anyone else who worked there ever did the same.