The agent got me and Martin some work. Finally. Not club work. Not parties. No. Packing dildos at the Ann Summers factory just outside Preston. Preston! What do they want dildos for?
Anyway at first I said stick it. I'm not working for that bitch Summers. And I think I speak for Martin Chuzzleclit too. But it is £5 an hour and a 50% discount on sex toys, lotions and PVC items. So I thought of Mother (it was her birthday soon) and took the job.
Well. What an eye opener. Black, big, small, yellow, white. Every kind of cock was there. Veiny, smooth, squirting, with a small rabbit on top, a dolphin...By Friday I was packing more cock than Joan Collins. At lunchtimes me and Martin did the usual schtick for the women. Went down well. But it's not a gig. This isn't entertainment.
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