Archive for November, 2009
Sex Store
I am one of those wild and crazy women that have worked in a sex store.
Sometimes, it’s not as exiting as you’d think. Dusting shelves filled with lingerie and dildos is quite comparable to dusting shelves of mayonnaise or tins of soup, in all honesty. Vacuuming a floor covered in body glitter is actually MORE labor-intensive than vacuuming a floor of dust bunnies, and cleaning windows showcasing stripper costumes in a sex store is just as damp and cold as windows showing cars at the dealership. You usually get to wear high-heels and a push-up bra while you do these jobs in the sex store, but no matter how you dress it up, you’re still doing menial labor for usually a low wage.
So why did I stay? Absolutely and completely for the customers. The customers in the sex store are some of the most interesting, provocative, open and honest people I’ve ever had the good fortune to work with, on either side of the counter.
I mean, really- if a guy is coming in to be fit for his first bra because he’s always fantasized about wearing woman’s lingerie and you’re the first person he’s opened up to, you know you’re about to have an interesting few hours. A woman coming in for the newest G-spot vibrator, or even better, returning to tell me how she liked it, is actually kind of rewarding, in its own strange way. And don’t even get me started on the fetish and BDSM people. When I started at the sex store, I was definitely a fetish virgin. Now, I can lace up a leather hood or crack a single tail whip with the best of them.
My customers have taught me not just about the “stimulating” world of sales and retail, but about honesty, especially with yourself and your desires. I’ve learned about introspection, self-awareness and trust from behind my cash register and all one bottle of lube and nipple pastie at a time!