Another Day, Another Dollar, Another Customer

Worked the morning shift today and let's just say it was one of those days where you're glad you have a job but wish for something better. Customer came in, seemed like he had seen every inch of me before, tight jeans that left little to the imagination and all. He asked if I could help him find something specific, and by 'something' he meant himself. Long story short, his eyes never left my body while he babbled on about nothing. At one point, he brushed up against me, making sure to run a hand along my thigh. It was more than just brushing; it felt like he was practically grabbing for it under the counter. When I got home that night, still reeling from his unwanted attention, my husband noticed something was off. He asked if everything was alright and before I knew it, I told him everything, how I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, how much I wanted to be the one in control of the situation, instead of being on the receiving end of someone's creepy advances. That night, we tried something new. I made sure he was blindfolded and tied up, giving me full control over every move he made. The way he moaned as I ran my fingers along his body, teasing him just like that customer had done to me but with so much more respect and love between us. It was a strange sort of therapy really, reclaiming the power in what someone else tried to take from me.