Seeing hookers was part of the job. What's funny is the pimps. They rarely ever came in, unless they were there to get their rocks off in a jam. One in particular was this big black guy I named Scarface. Remember that burn Jack gives himself in Fight Club? Well this guy had it on his left cheek.
The first time I met him, and I shit you not, he came in with a coat and sunglasses. The coat was the same toy chihuahua color brown and had that fuzzy pelt trim.

His demeanor was not the extravagant we'd come to expect from our Huggy Bear's and Dolemite's (not that he was a pimp, but seriously.) He was respectful and a gentleman and always loved to come by and bullshit with me. I know towards the end of my run there, he did give me his number cause he knew some "bitches that need educating" but I've lost it somewhere.

Anyways, the first time he came in, he calmly asked "Where the bitchez at?" to which I responded with an, "I'm sorry....?" He asked again a bit more articulately and to antagonize him (cause I can, it was the fun of the job) I would respond, "Say again?"
He cleared his throat and civilly said, "Are there any females in the building?" It was borderline Patrick Stewart sounding.
"Oh! Sorry, I don't think there's any in the building tonight. You are free to purchase a ticket in the theater and wait. Maybe some will come in."
So he did.
3 minutes in the theater and he comes out.
"What the fuck kinda place are you running here?"
"I'm sorry?"
Exasperated, he reiterated, "Are you aware of what they're doing in the theater?"
I told him that I wouldn't actually like to know. I know I know, but I wish I didn't know that I knew. I told him that when I'm working that I had 3 rules: I don't want to see it, I don't want to clean up after it (excessively) and to respect each other's space.

Apparently, he got hit on in there. And he left. But that wouldn't be the last I've seen of him.

(I gotta move computers, and don't want to post just nothing.)

And thank you guys for the compliments. I've led an interesting life for only being 23, and I wanna write about it all. 

seriously, shibby....movie

let's get on it

It'll be a laugh riot....best comedy ever. 

pix of jackpots wife or it never happened 

The place is ripe full of characters, and things happen there that I never thought I would see. It's human nature at it's most vulnerable and comedic. Take away the disgust factor, we do what makes us happy...even if it involves fisting ourselves. And all I would do while working was read through your forums, and write blogs.

Damn you fazed! What have you made of me?!? 

this is a very interesting tale. 

@bacca-I'll text Arbol to see if he has our collection of photos of people who come in or if he can take new ones and start sending them to me. I knew the "photos or it didn't happen" would come up (I have been watching for a long while) so I swear by the power of Greyskull, I'll get 'em. 

This guy was recently on Adam Carolla's podcast and he talks about how to get ideas into Hollywood. But then reading his site and some of the comments on Adam's site, it sounds like you have to buy something from him for the privilege of submitting an idea. It's an interesting listen anyway. This screams indy film to me though. 

ok i like this guy already

make with the pix 

I just called Arbol, for the sake of this thread and my story, he didn't answer. It wouldn't surprise me if he's morphined out. Nothing took the edge off like beer, morphine injected to your thigh, or berating the regulars.
His brother has so many health problems due to addiction early on. Arbol is roughly around 30 and his brother being around 50. So pills were easy to come by.
I stayed mostly clean when I had started. I was the drinker of the crew, and from the shop, I was introduced to Mexican Diet Pills. Pretty much non-FDA MDMA. Then the X came. Then on the other extreme, was the morphine. That was where I drew the line. What's funny is that my boss was a 70 year old gay guy. Well, so gay that he was kinda straight, but not straight. We called him Stray (just veered off the path of it all.) Joe was a good boss of whom you could yell at and manipulate, but when the shitstorm fell, you didn't want to be in is Stray way.
Joe always had problems in the morning. If he worked the 8-4 shift, you knew he was going to call in because of some health issue. Considering what most 70 year olds look like under this El Paso sun, he was young looking. Perhaps it was his Fort Lauderdale upbringing.
One day he called me up after I was getting ready to leave at 8 and he told me that he wasn't going to be able to come in. I yelled at him and to his defense, all he said was, "I'm sending someone there to give you something that'll help you."
When our undercover cop shows up with Taco Cabana (not sure if you all have that, but it's eh) and a pill, I couldn't help but ask.

All he said back was, "I know nothing."

16 hour shifts are not fun by yourself. Especially during the dead hours. Sure, you get a lunchtime rush but the hours getting there were excruciating.

So I took it. And the next 7 hours went by as a blur.

The displays were dusted. The outdated magazines were categorized based on fetish, extremity, and date. The theater seats were steam cleaned. Even the old Ben Wa products were battery tested (cause they were old) and resealed. 

Dude. I for one am glad you created an account on fazed. 

fuck i think i need to be steam cleaned, this thread makes me feel like the bottom of a shoe in a porn theater 

Haha, I've got one for that stabby.

Now the basic construction of this place was essentially asbestos reinforced with hardened semen and the foundation was never even, especially in the arcades. When moping up the booths, you'd notice that the water would pool into the hallway because of some slant that only water on the floor would notice.

Now, I don't think anyone has had the pleasure but, have you ever sprayed bleach onto a cum stain on the floor?

The result is this manifesting thick, cloudy substance that hovers over the stain itself.

When I found this out, I was in jamming to my tunes with my bleach gun, spraying stains and practicing my "accuracy" with a spray bottle. I found one huge horse stain (as we grew to call it) and sprayed it with enough shots to match John Woo's The Killer. I walked away to let it soak and went to fetch the mop bucket.

When I came back to that hallway, I noticed that the shape of the horse stain had lifted off like a Terran base and made for the hallway, appearing to follow me ever so slowly.

Creepy. 

And now I'm inspired to create a blogspot. I'll just release stories on there one at a time. 

Fleshbot.com... By all means, get in touch with fleshbot.com... this is gold! 

Either way- I feel like itll end up on the front page within a few weeks. 

how is this not a sticky...this thread is fucking amazing 

17 people watching already, this is good. Hopefully he doesn't run out of stories. 

Ew, sticky. Arbol says he's at work. He'll send photos to me tonight, fingers crossed. 

Every time I see your name, shibby, I'm gonna think "porn store Power Ranger". 

For what it's worth, I was also hired by Marvel to play Spiderman at the Spiderman 3 DVD release in my city. 

Thats too much... 

pm me pics and stop posting 

This thread really shouldn't work , but like a crash on a motorway you just have to look... 

MisterX said:

This thread really shouldn't work , but like a crash on a motorway you just have to look...

explain dickface 

Spank my booty said:

seriously, shibby....movie

let's get on it

It'll be a laugh riot....best comedy ever.

i imagine it to be in the style of clerks but with a fear and loathing element. two guys, one who is on the clock and the other who just got off but doesnt want to go home, just mocking all the customers and making hoops for them to jump through all while emptying everclear bottles 

Okay. I'd just like to say that this thread is amazing. I wish there was a level higher than "watched" 

so any good stories about people doing drugs in your theatre? 

Me myself...id prefer if youd not give drug stories 

k, doors that way 

Fuck you... 

fuckyou 

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Well fine lets go with the drugs 

pfft...not like you had an option

/crosses fingers for snorting cocaine off a hookers ass 

Your a punk if you think drugs will make it better....
piss off 

no wait let me put it in fazed terms...
your a douchebag and tits 

Drugs make every story better...

it goes from "I fucked a hooker in an alley last night" to

"I fucked a hooker in an alley last night, with my best friend Sweetberry the my little pony and then I flew away on a shooting star and spend the rest of the night masturbating on the galaxy" 

maybe... 

In this case, drugs are but an added spice to the Porn Store and Stories casserole. 

I just want the unabridged directors cut of the stories: drugs, sex, lies, cucumbers and video tape. 

Yeah well its a good thing we keep the drug stories away from fazed
understand? 

no, no i don't...fazed runs on drugs, alcohol, boobs, and now porn stores 

maybe its just me 

i think bender runs on those things. 

good call brit... 

explain dickface

If you need it explained its already too late.

And if i may be so bold as to sink to your level for a moment
Shut your face, twat. 

so sensitive...jeez 

i imagine it to be in the style of clerks but with a fear and loathing element. two guys, one who is on the clock and the other who just got off but doesnt want to go home, just mocking all the customers and making hoops for them to jump through all while emptying everclear bottles

kind of

But maybe throw in the element of the lease on the building running out, but the owner doesn't want to pay it up anymore.
The two employees decide to buy out the building and reopen the place on their own.
I call it "The Megaplexxx". 

lame 

So where are the pictures of "jackpot"? Or anything else for that matter. I'd be happy with just a picture of the empty theater. Or the floating jizz stain.

But I'm weird like that.