Great, I thought, disgusted and just sick of this shit after seven years. I walked to the side of the building and from the street I saw a shadowy body walking up. I figured it was just another customer walking into the store; the dark shadow started coming my way, though, so I figured it was a bum wanting a fucking cigarette. But as they got within a few feet, I recognized it was Henry, a guy I worked with a few days at Taco Heaven years back. When I’d worked with Henry those three days, he’d seemed pretty cool. But I could tell just by looking at him that he had changed. Suddenly filled with disdain and suspicious of this prick, I said, “You don’t need to worry about ‘what’s up’.”
“Hey, I want to personally thank you for turning me on to that pocket pussy you sold me a few years ago,” Henry said. My life’s been pretty miserable for years, and that thing brought me a little pleasure for a couple weeks before I wore it out.”
“I don’t remember selling you a pocket pussy and don’t fucking talk to me again.”
“It was a couple weeks after I quit Taco Heaven, when we got that foot and a half of snow, that I bought it. I probably had my snow suit on and scarf over half my face so you wouldn’t have known it was me by looking. And I was too embarrassed to say hello, but I paid for it with a credit card so I figured you saw my name on the slip. You probably don’t have a credit card, though, so I doubt you know how that works.”
Agitated, I snarled, “What? You think just because I have a shit job as a porn store janitor that I must have bad credit? That’s like all these people in town who think I’m gay or a high-school dropout just because I work here. My credit ain’t that bad, dude and I have a college degree.” I don’t even know why I was talking to this masturbating loser. It was a very dark night and I was becoming delirious.
“Coulda fooled me,” he said. “I’ll bet the only card you can get is one of those Internet porn access cards you guys sell in there. I’ll bet if you do have a credit card it’s someone else’s, probably some customer’s who left his wallet in one of the booths.”
This guy was pissing me off but I was too tired to do anything about it. He started walking behind the building, toward Nate in the cocksucker chair. He stopped and turned around briefly to say, “Yeah, that pocket pussy felt a lot better than using my hands. But when your life’s as fucked up as yours and mine are, it just doesn’t quite fill the void. After a while, you just have to give in and open up your mind to trying new things. You can’t keep eating tacos forever, pretending they are a real hairy pussy.” Then he walked right up to smiling Nate in the chair who was gleefully pulling his pants down in the cold. Henry then knelt down and started bobbing his head up and down on Nate’s dick.
