A Rammer (Ram lounge customer) came into work and told me he wanted to be fisted. He went into the lounge and returned an hour later. "no luck" he said. "maybe next time'! I replied in my annoyingly cheerfull retail voice. "Yeah...maybe...." he mumbled "....unless"
Said customer proceded to ask if I would like to go and fist him... or maybe i could fist him at a later date..
"sorry sir" I said " we cant mess around with the customers"
He then spent about 20 min highlighting what he could do with the rubber fist (seen above) and generally talking about how much he likes to be fisted.
Also this guy wasnt a big ole queen .... He was a very straight rough tradie coming clearly from work.
fun fun fun till her daddy took her t-bird away
ryan
