My name's Jayne. At the time this all happened I was 22 and I was a girl in need of work. I'd just finished university but I had no intention of going back home to my parents who were in the last throes of a messy divorce. I was still living in my university town in a flat I rented with some other girls. I was passing through a rough part of town when I saw the notice "Sales assistant wanted." It was pasted on the window of what described itself as an "Adult Store." I'd discovered my father's secret stash of adult magazines so I knew exactly what a store like that would be selling. I stopped and looked at it for a while, then:
"What the hell," I thought. "It's a job." I stepped inside.
Around me I saw shelves stocked with the kind of magazines I expected, with pictures of almost naked girls, and men, on their covers. I saw sexy, even kinky, women's and men's underwear. I saw sex toys for men and for women. And there leaning against the cash desk was the proprietor Leo. He looked mid thirties, he had a goatee beard and earrings, a loud patterned shirt and faded blue jeans. He was rough but charming and there was something about him I just liked from the start.
"Hi," he said.
He didn't change his pose one millimetre but the instant his eyes fell on me I knew they were exploring my body. I felt my clothes and underwear evaporate. I knew he was seeing me nude in poses like the girls in his magazines. A tingle which I rather liked ran through me. I told him I was interested in the job and that I'd done a few shop jobs before, in a grocery store and McDonalds.
"You'll find this easy," he said. "Just wear a skirt as short as that, let all the boys who come in here see your knickers, wiggle your gorgeous tits at them and they'll be eating out of your hand."
I got the idea. Perhaps I'm a natural exhibitionist. At wild student parties I was usually one of the first girls with all my clothes off. I'm blonde with shoulder length hair and I know I'm pretty. I've looked after my figure and I know I've got a body boys can't keep their eyes, or hands, off, with rather large breasts and decent legs. The short denim mini skirt high up my bare legs and the tight boob-clinging top I was wearing would have made that obvious to Leo.
Even then I sensed he had more than just a commercial relationship in mind, and I must admit I had that in mind too. Perhaps the look I gave him that hinted that if he was a good boy I'd be more than just a sales assistant had something to do with it. But whatever, he offered me the job there and then, cash in hand and no questions asked. I accepted it, starting the next day.
I took to the job straight away. I perched on a stool behind the cash desk, not doing much more than filing my nails and playing with my phone until a customer came in. I wore a blue denim or black PVC leather look skirt miles up my thighs, usually with bare legs but sometimes with stockings, and high heels. As soon as a guy came in I'd slowly cross and uncross my legs and spread them just far enough to treat him to a peep of my knickers. Their eyes would invariably go down to look up what little there was of my skirt. Neither did I bother with a bra. My tits were big, young and firm, my nipples peaked under my thin tight top and I'd long since learned how to wobble them at boys I fancied.
The first couple of days I wore my usual cotton white or pretty pastel patterned knickers.
"Get yourself some sexy undies," Leo suggested, having seen what I was showing the customers.
From a shelf he took a tiny thong in see through black lace with a pattern of little red stars so brief it was hardly worth the trouble of wearing. He tossed it to me. I could tell he wanted to watch me take my cotton knickers off and slip the thong on right there. I was still rather shy, so I changed my knickers in the back storeroom. But I "accidentally" left the door slightly ajar so he could peep on me and, naughty girl that I was, I also "accidentally" left my worn cotton panties in the store room for him to find.
I also learned how to play with customers. When I stocked shelves I would bend over with my back to them so my skirt rode up so anyone interested could see the whole length of my bare or stocking clad legs with my stocking tops, and the thin gusset of my panties nestling in the valley between my bum cheeks. When I knew they were enjoying the panty peep I'd "accidentally" wiggle my bottom at them.
Another game I played was with the dildos on the shelves. They were flesh coloured or black in smooth rubber that looked and felt just like a boy's stiff erect penis. They had big round mushroom heads and soft balls and were bigger than any boy's cock I've had up me. Some even had bushes of artificial pubic hair round their balls just like a real boy's cock. Pretending I hadn't noticed men were watching me I would wrap my hand round them and stroke them smoothly and rhythmically up and down just like I'd hand job them from their pubes to their knobs. I'd let my mischievous smile tell them what I was thinking. The looks on their faces!
There were a couple of video booths where customers could sit on a little mushroom shaped stool and watch porn videos. They were one of the store's best money earners. Unknown to the men in them, I could see what they were watching on a monitor screen on my desk. Even more interesting there was a little CCTV camera in the booths just in case a customer smoked or tried something illegal. Sitting at my desk I surreptitiously watched lots of men masturbating as they watched porn videos. There were some regulars. I remember one guy in particular who came in every Wednesday afternoon.
He was a decent looking man aged mid forties. He only ever seemed to watch videos of lesbian sex. I'll tell you about one of his sessions. It was a video of two women looking mid-thirties in an office setting. They undressed each other from blouses, tight grey business skirts, black stockings and sexy underwear. They posed erotically as they stripped each other and then posed nude, with lots of camera close ups as they sprawled over an office desk and chairs. They masturbated themselves and romped nude together. They fingered, kissed and licked each other's breasts and pussies, spanked each other's bottoms and rubbed their cunts together with their legs In a scissors position, and lots more. Watching them even got my knickers wet!
As he sat and the video started he pulled down his trousers and his briefs and opened his shirt. He spread his legs wide and leaned back. In the CCTV I could see his thick almost black bush of pubic hair and his cock hanging down. As the girls undressed each other he started playing with his penis and balls and by the time they were romping nude his cock was sticking straight up vertical. It looked massive, a good eight inches.
Then as I watched he got a pair of girl's white cotton knickers out of his pocket. He brushed them over his cock, across his balls and ran them back and forth between his spread legs. They were just like the schoolgirl knickers I used to wear. I guessed they were his own daughter's and he was enjoying a surreptitious wank over them away from his wife and daughter's prying eyes. I knew my father took my own worn schoolgirl knickers from my laundry and played with them. I'd often wondered what he did with them. Now I was finding out.
He started to masturbate, rhythmically stroking and tugging his cock up and down. I'd watched plenty of boys masturbate so I knew what he was doing. From his squirming and how he thrust his hips I could tell he was edging, holding his orgasm on the brink. On the screen one of the women was masturbating. She was on her back on the office floor with her legs wide and her hand between her legs pumping away at her pussy while the other woman knelt leaning over her kissing her breasts. Suddenly her back arched, legs kicked up and folded and she thrust her hips in what looked like a spectacular masturbation climax. His moment had come too. Just as she climaxed the man rammed his hips forward and his hand pumped his cock frantically till spurt after spurt of his semen fountained right up over his bare hairy chest.
As he watched the video through to its frenzied lesbian conclusion he managed another wank. Finally he wiped his semen of his chest and out of his pubic hair with those schoolgirl knickers. Then he was out of the booth, and with a last look up my skirt he left the store not knowing I'd just enjoyed some voyeur sex too.
But my sexual entertainment wasn't just voyeur. When no one was around I used to come down from my perch on my stool and go and look at the magazines. There was a part of the store we called the "gay bay" full of sexy male underwear and gay porn videos and magazines. I browsed through pages of gorgeous boys with sun bronzed muscular bodies in nude poses as erotic as the girls in the straight magazines. They were showing off spectacular penises and nice muscular bottoms, masturbating and doing filthy things with each other.
One occasion remains lodged in my memory. On a quiet afternoon I was in the gay bay browsing through pictures of gorgeous boys looking mid twenties posing naked round a swimming pool and playing with each other. A big centrefold showed one of them standing with his legs wide, his hips rammed forward and his cock hard up while another equally gorgeous, naked, well hung and well erect boy hand jobbed him. The boy being wanked had his head thrown back and his mouth wide open in his orgasm ecstasy and the camera had caught his jet of semen spurting from his cock in a glistening arch.
I was ogling those naughty boys when I heard a voice behind me:
"Wouldn't you rather see the real thing?"
I spun with shock. There was a man of about fifty, quite good looking, in a grey business suit, blue and white striped shirt and a neck tie. He'd undone his trousers and partly pulled them down. To my amazement I saw that he was wearing women's panties in pale pastel pink with a little red bow at the front. His erection was pushing them out in a huge cone over the rounded apex of his cock head. He pulled his panties down below his balls and his penis bounced out. His cock looked fully erect sticking straight out in front of him bending up slightly to a big purple grey head. He jerked his hips toward me setting his penis swinging stiffly.
