"Runaway" technically didn't apply to her. Samantha, or Sam as her friends called her had turned 18 and was desperate to escape a small town and overbearing parents. Here she was in Philadelphia, not a true big city like New York, but big to her. There was plenty of trouble to be had for a pretty girl.
She had been coasting on savings for a few weeks, staying in really cheap motels, and skipping out without paying where possible, but now the money was running out, and she needed to get a job and a place to stay. The "help wanted" sign in the video store was a beacon of hope, and Sam stammered out a request for an application to Ralph, the owner.
"No applications here, hun," Ralph chuckled.
Sam looked nervous, anticipating questions like "where have you worked" and "what's your address". She bit her lower lip, and it was very, very sexy."
"The job's simple. People bring the box to the counter, and you pull the movie. Then you ring it onto their account. When guys want the jerkoff flicks from the back, they bring the little tag from the shelf so they're not showing pictures of tits to little kids. A couple of times a day, you go around and straighten out the shelves, and put movies away. Wanna give it a try?"
"Sh-sh-sure." She was a bit shocked at the fact that he had known her for five minutes and had already said "jerkoff" and "tits" to her. She guessed that was okay in the city. Still though, the way he looked at her made her uncomfortable.
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Things got off to a bad start. She made lots of mistakes on the register, and people were constantly coming back because she had given them the wrong movie. She had a hard time concentrating because she still couldn't find an apartment she could afford.
After a week, they were closing up, and she was in the back filing the adult films. She tried very hard not to look at them; they disturbed her.
"Your drawer was off by twenty-three dollars tonight" Ralph's voice said behind her. "I'm not sure this is working out..."
"Nooooooo," she began to sob. "I really, really need this job!" Mascara tears streamed down her cheeks, and Ralph's cock started to get hard. "I ran out of money, and I don't have a place to live, and I can't even afford the bus ticket back to Lancaster."
"Maybe we can work something out. I live upstairs. Would you like to go up and watch a movie, and talk about it?"
"Um, okay..."
"Cool." He grabbed a copy of "Sorority Suck-Off", and she was too afraid of being homeless to protest.