If you could do it anywhere and nobody interrupts, where would it be? In these small chapters, people experience pleasure in remote places where anyone can see but won't tell. Some romantic and others down right raunchy, wanna apply? Look inside for...
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Working in the movie theater has to be the worst job for Jasmin to be employed at. She graduated college with an associates degree in fashion, but the internship course she attended has done little to nothing to start her on the right path of her career. She only settled for retail, because it would be easier to save money for the next semester where she can retake the course and find a new person to intern with.
Her job is the worst because now a days not too many people can afford the movies. The prices have gone up two dollars within the pass six weeks and it seems to keep rising. Even a matinee is more than the price of a regular price ticket. It gets boring with nobody coming in and out after a while, so she would sleep at the register when the building has a small crowd and if there were people moseying about she would watch them walk pass the concession stand with their online tickets already purchased going straight for the theater.
She vows that today her boredom will stop!
"Ugh, Janet when you get off?" Jasmin asks, one of her close co-worker friends, who happens to dress and resemble a man.
"Shit, I get off in an hour ma," her voice is deep and horse, while talking to Jasmin she simultaneously counts the money in the register.
"My shift ain't over 'til after 11:00 tonight."
Janet shakes her head with a small wince, "Damn, you gone be here foreva'. Good luck to you hon," Janet sympathizes, walking away with the cash tray secure in both hands.
"Yeah later," Jasmin sighs, resting her elbows on the counter.
Distinct voices garble together boisterously making a scene, bringing Jasmin's attention to the miscreants. They obviously want to be seen and heard.
A particular guy she shows no interest in quickens his pace to the register. He beams now standing directly in front of her, she overlooks everything about him going straight to the second person.
His afro is moderately copious, probably about two inches away from his scalp. She assumes it's course and knotted by the look of its texture. His brown skin gleams along with his infectious smile; if it wasn't for her trying not to draw attention to herself, she would be smiling with him too. He wore a cactus / floral printed button up that was hanging loosely showing off his rock hard abs. She can feel her clitoris throb from the indent leading below his belt buckle. Unable to continue her journey downwards and take in the rest of his outfit, a voice slithers into her ears causing her daydream to disappear forcing her back to reality.
