Video Store Blackmail

Setting: My self-owned video store
Time: Sometime after lunch, Spring 2001

Note: Alot of the first blocks may seem like a lot of phooey-not-what-I-came-to-XnXX-for stuff, but believe me, after a few blocks after the blowjob, it gets good and better.

A college girl walked in to my video store looking for a particular video. When she mentioned the name “Seduction Uncensored” I had to mention two things; it was a European-made video and contained X rated content and to order a copy she would have to prove valid ID. The only reason I knew about the European stuff is because I have watched my fair share of sex shows and that was one of them I had rented during my trip to see Tour de France in 1983.

As she reached into her purse for her drivers license, I questioned why she was looking for such a video. She paused for a moment and said, “My boyfriend wants to watch it.” I pictured that in my mind, twisted it into what I thought was truthful, twitched my eye, and said OK.

After I placed an order in the computer for the video, she walked around the store’s “Family” and “Comedy” section. I had some other orders pending to fulfill so I returned to the computer, still yet keeping an eye on her out of the corner of my eye.

I noticed as I was placing an order for “Cheaper By The Dozen” which we just sold out, that she glanced at me then went in to a back room where we keep the door shut, with a sign saying “Adults: 18 + only”. The Pornography section. This interested me for a moment. I returned to the computer.

She came back to the desk with a good handful of DVDs. I didn’t see her pick up anything from the regular video area so I knew what all these must be. I glanced up at her with a what-the-fuck look, and she looked back at me and said, “Er–you know these boyfriends, can’t get enough porn.”

Still up to this point I hadn’t known she WAS a college girl, until I noticed an ID tag on her for UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN. Her name was Michelle Pearce. She was looking off in the distance and didn’t notice me mentally noting all of the information on her identification.

To this day I am writing this I do not know what room number dormitory she had but I remembered back then. After she paid her bill, which rang up to over one hundred dollars, I smiled, said have a nice day, and after she was out of view, I dropped the smile and scribbled down her name, college, and dorm number.

After I got off duty at 7 PM, I drove quickly through Detroit’s streets until I made it to the college entrance to the Dorm Parking Lot. I ran in the building, hopped an elevator to one of the just above middle floors, and found her room. I peeked through my side of the peephole before realizing there was a 3 by 0.5 foot window actually, oddly enough for a private pad.

Peeking in I saw a glimpse of the TV, showing one of the movies she purchased earlier, and on the futon (now drawn out to be a bed) was what I predicted back at the store earlier: she was there, but I saw no boyfriend.