Oh man!! I have the perfect story for this... 30 seconds ago i was thinking of this and then this thread appears. I'll try to truncate this story.
About 5 years ago i worked at a clothing store in Castro. And it was a bit hidden up a staircase. (I have no worries about disclosing too much info.. it's still there today..) I spent the majority of my time there alone during daytime while my boss came in around 3 pm. It's super classy, over pricey Italian clothing that only super professionals could buy.. and SF isn't known for being uber stylish so there would be days where i would make no sale at all. Be alone behind a desk and wait for customers to come up the staircase so i could then "dress them" in 400 dollar jeans that i know they should not be wearing and will fall apart in 2 washes tor less. The distinct difference between this store and the others would be the over attentiveness i was hired to bestow. So customers who come in look as if they are going to spend money or buy art on the walls got my full attention.. and an espresso. So there would be a lot of guys would come in and try on clothes for an hour and never buy shit..theres only one dressing room..with drapes..and every other week someone would come in and try on clothes, have me wait hand foot on them and since they were the only one in the store, come out of the dressing room bare naked, dick swinging and be like "these pants don't fit.. here.. get me another."
One instance in particular sticks out like a sore thumb would be this guy who came in wear a big ass gangster jacket and yes.. he was black-ish and i was totally racially profiling my own race.. he looked sketchy, came up the stairs, roamed the floor looking at price tags first and said "Why is this shit so high?" and i was like "It's Italian and imported" like i was trained to do. 20 minutes later he's still in the store and i'm frightened for some reason... his hands are in his pocket and he is like "are you the only one here?" and i'm like "my boss is going to be here soon..." and he's like "cool.. i wanna try some stuff.."... I walk him to the dressing room, i make up a rule about jackets in the dressing room.. i know... but he was sketchy..and i let him try on jeans.. he calls me to the dressing room and opens up the curtain to reveal he has a pretty sickeningly awesome body... his head is shaved and he doesn't have any jeans on... but a HUGE dick.. humongazoid balls and he's like "The jeans didn't fit. what size do you think i am?" while motioning to his ..region. This is so blatant flirting but i'm professional and he still creeps me out.. i think this could be tactic to rob us.. and i've seen to many episodes of Dateline Nbc. So i remain cool and calm and take the jeans and then it hits me he's wearing no underwear..
so i go back and tell him he can not put on jeans without underwear.. He doesn't have any he says..while coming out of the dressing room standing in the middle of a vacant store just me and him.. with a big old dick..the is hard. I tell him to buy some and he walks over to the underwear display rack NUDE.. half hard... and then .... two customer come up.. and i'm both happy..relived to have company but bummed because i was so actually turned on but i knew it was wrong.
He doesn't fliinch. at all... he takes the underwear and says ring me up and puts them ON in the middle of the store..while two ambiguously european tourists are gawking and kind of like "where the hell are we.. a strip club"... i tend to them with my eye on him still trying on stuff by himself.. one of the guys disappear my view while i'm talking to his companion and 10 minutes later i turn around and the missing tourist is coming out of the dressing room having just received a show. A day at work has become a porno.
I ask him, what happened? and he;s like "That guy is huge"
I'm in over my head now. The tourist promptly leave... i'm mulling over what to do.. so i call my boss... i'm all kind of shaking.. because it's ODD and have no idea how to get this man out... My boss is like Call the police if you feel a threat or just tell him you have to shut down the store. So i hang up and go to tell the guy i have to close the store. He comes out dressed in clothes and he looks great... let him look at himself in the mirror and says "I have to lock up the store now... my boss would like to close early".. and He's like I'll come back later.
He goes to undress and leaves the curtain OPEN and seductively underress in front of me... handing me the clothes and then when full one naked is like.. "You wanna touch this.. " I'm like "no.. i'm at work.. and i should be closing".. he grabs my hand and i'm like why the hell not..
Suddenly my hand is on his cock and he squirts on the wall. OH MY GOD.
IMy heart is pounding.. i rush him out.. he's slow... kind of sweet talking me.. i just sorta jacked off a customer.. it was only a little semi stroke. i feel horrible and i have semen to clean up... before my boss comes back.. The guy gets dressed and he leaves down the stairs my boss is coming up the staircase.
I still have spooge in the dressing room ON the wall of this "classy, elegant boutique"
I explain to my bosss what happened, leaving out some key details, i'm flustered.. he wants to check the dressing room. I 'm like.. it's clear.. but i should go in there anyway and dust the ottoman.. What i really mean is clean up the semen in the dressing room.
and i do..without him knowing. 3 hours go by.. he says he wants me to close alone.. i'm fine with that.. he leaves.
I can not take it any longer.
I close the store. put up the 5 minute break sign. Go into the bathroom and whack off.