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Every sales job Iāve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when youāre chatting with other industry people.
When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. Thatās two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. Theyāre insanely expensive and honestly kindāve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.
When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.
In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.
If youāve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: itās pretty damn big. Itās an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. Itās not subtle.
āCould I get a bagā¦.?ā
There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. āHang on,ā I told him.
I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.
The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didnāt have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.
The last man to get one was just kindāve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, āWell one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?ā
āThereās no bags?ā
āNo store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit itā¦.?ā It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasnāt bothered.
He considered this then said, āBring me the trash bag.ā
When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.
āThere! Now I donāt have to deal with the box later!ā
I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.
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it's so wild when your parent changes when you become an adult. my dad is very cordial and non confrontational - he regularly helps me with adult stuff like changing the oil or providing insurance tips. he's always smiling when i call him on video and providing jokes when i complain about college
when i was a kid, i would have to tiptoe around his anger issues often, sometimes running quietly past his work table until he got his own place completely separate from our family, locked away for days. every so often he would start screaming in the car and trying to hit me or my brother for talking too loud while my mom attempted to calm him down as he swerved on the road. and now he, smiling, helps me with car insurance.
like oh, this is just who you are when you have power over someone, and this is who you are when you dont have power over someone. no wonder you can have a normal life, friends, work while scaring the shit out of your kids and wife. i see it now. i see why no one would have believed me. that, i think, is one of the core fears of trauma - seeing the outside of it from the perspective of other adults that brushed you aside, and understanding. of course, that understanding gives the opposite of solace; it just gives you more grief with nowhere for it to go
ā Synopsis: Your boyfriend seems to get flustered easily. You make a game out of it. One that seems to escalate with every passing day.
ā Pairing: Chan x reader
ā Additional information: Written in 2nd person, Established relationship, shy Chan
ā Warnings: Heated makeout, No smut but hints at it near the end
Chan felt like he was going to lose it. For the past few days, you have been purposely trying to fluster him. Any form of affection you could think of was used. Anything. Like it was your mission from the moment you started dating. You enjoyed it, really.
First, it started off small with compliments.
Earlier in the day, he was sitting at the table facing the window. He was working on his laptop when you walked by. You said hello, but stopped mid-step when you looked at him. You saw something you never noticed before. Something the sun highlighted. On his cheek were freckles. Subtle ones, but freckles nonetheless.
You hum. āDid you ever notice you have freckles?ā He stopped typing and looked up at you.
āYeah,ā he replied. āWhy?ā
āOh, nothingā¦ā you commented, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. āJust thought they were cute is all.ā
You pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before heading off in your current path. He just sat there, staring at nothing. All he could do was blink as his cheeks became all warm. The shock was eventually shaken off and his work was resumed.
The same thing occurred when you complimented his dimples. Red cheeks and a shy smile. Later on, you did it again mid-conversation. He noticed you stopped talking and just stared. Love and adoration was present in your eyes. He felt shy and asked what was wrong, only to be told that his eyes were beautiful. He just blinked before letting out a giggle.
Then, there were the pet names.
You learned which ones affected him the most. You called him āpretty boyā when he was feeling particularly insecure. āHandsomeā was for when he was looking exceptionally good that day. āBabyā was for when you were in his ear, trying to coax him to bed to avoid another all-nighter. It had him weak in the knees.
One night, he had just finished eating dinner after a long work day when you walked in. He acknowledged your presence. āHey.ā
āHey,ā you replied. āDid you just finish work?ā
He nods. āMhm.ā
āDid you remember to eat like I asked?ā You asked. You raised a brow.
āI just ate dinner,ā he said. You nodded your head in approval. You looked pleased.
Moving closer, you cupped his cheek. āGood boy. Doing just what I asked you to do,ā you murmured.
Chan choked on his own saliva and stared in surprise. You had said it so casually. His mouth opened and closed to try and find words. Nothing came out. You just patted his cheek and walked out, satisfied. He hoped that was the end of itā¦ but he couldn't have been more wrong.
You only became bolder from here. Physically, at least.
Another instance was when he was standing at the bathroom mirror post-shower. His skin was still damp and a towel was wrapped around his waist. In the midst of skincare, arms wrapped around him from behind him. You were pressed up against his back.
āHey, you cominā to bed?ā You asked.
He hummed. āYeah. Give me five minutes.ā
You were satisfied with the answer, but paused when you went to unwrap yourself from him. Your hands started roaming around his abdomen and his chest. āYouāve been hard at work at the gym, I seeā¦ā you commented.
āI have.ā he said in a low voice. āBeen slipping in a few extraā¦ sessions.ā
Chan looked at you in the mirror, You had a barely contained look of smugness on your face. His faltered movements were played off with an awkward clearing of his throat. You were caressing everything. Tracing every groove in his muscles in a slow and intimate manner. Every brush made his skin feel hot. He continued like your touch wasnāt making his stomach do flips.
āThatās great. I love that you take such good care of yourself,ā you said. āIt has most certainlyā¦ā Your hands paused over his pecs. āPaid off.ā He went to say something, but you had already walked off. His skin still felt warm and tingly all over. Unbelievable.
This game of yours all came to a head one day. Particular on a Friday evening.
The two of you were laying in bed. A plan consisting of a quiet, peaceful evening was thrown out the window. A silent room now filled with joyful laughter. A few lighthearted shoves developed into a round of playful wrestling.
You let out an uncontrollable fit of laughter when he decided to tickle your sides. āAhaha! Stop ittt!ā you cried out.
He laughed. āWhy should I? Youāre the one who started it.ā
āPleaseee!ā you exclaimed.
Your body continued to wrangle in his grasp, trying to move away. This went on for another ten seconds before you finally had enough. When he let up, you did something he wasnāt expecting. Using your weight, you flipped him so his back landed onto the bed.
His wrists were held down above his head and your hips straddled his. You were looking down at him. Your chest heaved as you kept him pinned down on the bed. He squirmed and then sheepishly giggled, but it quickly died in his throat when he saw the look on your face.
You leaned in close to his face. Your noses were barely touching. āYou done yet?ā you whispered. Your voice was breathy, but stern.
He exhaled softly. āMaybeā¦ā
Your breath against his lips caused his eyes to look down at yours. It was brief, but you noticed. His heart jumped in his chest. His stomach felt all floaty. Your eyes flickered down his lips. The ones he tugged at with his teeth.
āYou shouldn't do that, you know,ā you said.
The thumb on your free hand pulled his bottom lip free from his teeth. The skin felt soft when you brushed the digit across it. Goosebumps dotted all over his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were drawn to your lips again. God, can't you just kiss him already?
It was like you read his mind because you finally bridged the gap. The kiss was tender but charged. You had kissed him plenty before, but the tension over made it dizzying. Addictive.
Kissing him never did get boring. His lips were warm. He tasted sweet. It was so subtle, but you couldnāt get enough. You were left feeling fuzzy with every kiss.
The kiss only intensified the further you went. Tongues and teeth were clashing. Your other hand grabbed onto his throat, holding him in place in order to deepen the kiss. You could feel the breath in his throat hitch and the pulse in his neck jump.
He was trapped. His body and hands were pinned down from an act of manhandling. Your hand was clamped around his throat. The helplessness he felt had arousal burning in his belly. A quiet whine slipped out. His body arched into you.
The sound sent a wave of heat through you. It was like music to your ears. As much as you'd like to get carried away and continue, you needed air. You pulled away. Not just from the kiss, but you let go of him completely.
You released a deep breath. āYou done now?ā
That was the last straw.
He was at his limit.
Before you knew it, you were suddenly flipped over onto your back. You gasped from the impact. You were disoriented and a little frazzled. When you looked up at him, your heart skipped.
Oh boy.
His expression was dark. The brown eyes he possessed were almost black. His chest was heaving, rapidly rising and falling. His ears were red and looked hot to the touch. He looked like he wanted to devour you whole. It made you gulp.
āStop that,ā he said.
You scoffed. āStop what?ā Your attempt to act clueless didn't go unnoticed. His jaw tighened.
āDon't be coy. You know what,ā he hissed. āFlustering me. Getting me worked up. All. Week.ā
You raised a brow. āIs that right?ā He just scoffed.
āYes,ā he replied. āAnd nowā¦ you are going to pay the price.ā You tingled with anticipation when one of his legs pried yours open. āA taste of your own medicine, if you will.ā
They say karma will come back to get you in various waysā¦ but you certainly don't mind this one.
many sharks are at least moderately social, and if a specific species of shark has the ability to breathe without actually swimming and tends to have a lot of sharks in a fairly small area, well.
they are just going to Pile. and there is simply nothing you can do about it.
also, fun fact! whitetip reef sharks in particular are SO damn cuddly with each other that they'll actively seek out a buddy or ten when they get sleepy!
it's pretty much slumber party or nothing for these guys. you won't find a whitetip sleeping alone except in the most dire and tragic of shark circumstances.
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was doing a first aid course and it kept talking about how when applying first aid to a child you have to ask the PARENT for consent and how the child's consent is not enough unless you cannot reach the parent. and then immediately after there was a unit on shaken baby syndrome, and then mentioned abuse as a common source of children getting injured. and they didn't see the irony there. i later asked the instructor what to do about parental consent if the medical emergency was from the parent abusing the child and she was like "you still need to obtain parental consent. you can report the abuse though" not even acknowledging how fucked the whole system is. i hate it here. youth rights now
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