So I got a part time job working at an adult video store

lordhonka2 wrote: »

be ready just keeping it gangsta you dont want to be down here and he off in afghanastan for a year

i met a lot of lonely wive and girlfriends of soldiers 365 day is a long time with no loving

cool place to live though nothing close to there though beach is hour -thiry minute and raliegh is 2 hours charlotte 2 hour maybe more

bootcheese3000 wrote: »

in that case it must be in raleigh, durham, charlotte, or chapel hill unless i'm missing another spot.

lordhonka2 wrote: »

The musketeer:

Recently the manager got a buzzer for the door so the place can be a lil safer and 1 of the 12 cameras faces the door so if anyone looks suspicious they can’t get in. I felt allot better about this because my first few nights on 3rd shift where spent with me praying that ? not let me die in this porn store, and practicing hoping over the counter and running to the back door. Its not that I was afraid to die it’s just that I don’t want to die there and I don’t want any one to try to give me CPR that has been to the back of the store. In that case I would almost rather die.
Of all the costumers at the _________ adult video store the only one to give himself a nick name is the Musketeer
In my second week of working I had two 3rd shift nights back to back on the second of those nights I had my first encounter with the Musketeer.

At About 1:30 this very tall (6'8 or taller) man cam to the door with a black rag tied on his head a shirt with no sleeves. Not the; I ripped these off cause imma bad as sleeveless shirt more like the: oh wow Wal-Mart has cool sleeveless shirts I'm gonna get one cause its bad ass. The musketeer however is an imposing figure it had been my mental habit to judge each person on whether or not I can beat them in a fight and the musketeer well lets just say I would have to whoop his ass cant it wont be one of those one hitter quitters. I buzzed him in. In stepped this no descript human being I couldn’t tell you if he was black, white or Hispanic or all of them it was crazy. As he stepped in the door he spoke but not at all in an inside voice it was like he was yelling at some one a hundred yards away. "Hey brother what’s going on!" the relative calm of the store had been broken by his voice. He scaird the ? out me. I knocked the scanner off its holder onto the counter and just ignored it as I replied in a normal but obviously startled voice. Nothing man was sup with you. I shouldn’t have said anything. The musketeer placed his heavy bag DVDs he had been returning on the counter with a thud and said with the same loud voice, " man I was in Germany this week end and I tell you what those German women wont say no." “Man I went over on business but you can’t go to Germany and not have fun. Man let me tell you I was there all week and I decided I would only ? women in the ass this trip do you know none of those women said no." All I could think is ? got hepatitis C. He continued “Hey it was all good imma go check out your selection I know I got some late fees I’ll pay all that ? ." 45 minutes. later the Musketeer come back up to the counter with his movies and says still talking very loud " I’m hanging out with some of my Mexican buds tomorrow night got pick some movies up for them and then its off to South Africa." "Yeah man they some wild guys." I assume he is talking about the Mexicans here.

As I pick up the movies I realize he as handed me a 3 ? movies and 2 meat holes moves.Meatholes is a series of videos where they completly degrade the porn star untill she starts crying. They ask the female stars in the middle of having thier face ? what tha mom and dad think about them and If thier kids are still gonna luv them when they find this on the internet years later. needless to say it get bad. As for the ? movies I try not to look at them once I realize the women on the front cover of the movie he gave me have ? and penises (or peni i guess what it the word for more than one ? ..... oh yeah ? ). Ii find them on the shelf behind me and move back to the register where I ask him what his costumer code is. That’s how we pull up a costumers account. This strange, loud talking mass of humanity, with an indescribable race answers while leaning on the counter with his back half turned to me and, looking over his shoulder at me directly in my eyes say “I’m the Musketeer" I for whatever reason and for whatever it means I believe him. I type in Musketeer in the system his account come up he promptly pays for his movies and the 20 dollars in late fees. He then leaves still speaking loudly saying “Alright you be safe now bother I’m out here” I watch the camera as he leave and hops into the back of a stretch hummer limo. It would be my first encounter with The Musketeer but it would not be the last.