Sketchy Guy Who Works at the Adult Bookstore says:
As I have mentioned before, I sometimes see celebrities come into the store; last night was no different. A woman walks in wearing a long coat and a red trucker cap pulled down low over her eyes. I know who she is immediately, but I show no outward recognition -- if you want repeat customers you need to honor expectations of privacy, at least for the ones who aren't twitching freaks...
The woman walks back through the aisles and collects a video here, a video there. Eventually she comes up to the counter with these videos and a woman's small masturbation device...
"I know you know who I am," she says in a dusky voice, and I nod: of course it is Britney Spears. She obviously has some years on her, but she still looks good, except for the sadness in her eyes...
I ring up the videos and instantly notice the theme: on each of the covers are porn-stars, dressed like Britney from that video back in the day -- the schoolgirl skirt, the knee-high socks, the shirt tied up and pulled above her stomach with the push-up bra, the hair thing with the braids. It's still a thing in porn, that look: a lot of guys grew up on her music videos, and now -- years later -- they have accepted their lonely, broken status in life and masturbate to a facsimile of their teenage fantasy-girl...
"They're not for me," she says, and I admit, I feel a bit better: I had pictured Britney at home, masturbating with her new masturbation device to shoddy representations of her lost youth, sucking cocks and being bent over and fucked with her schoolgirl skirt pulled up over her hips. Instead, it got sadder...
"They're for my man," she says. "He gets off on girls who look like me when I was young."
I am not sure how to reply to that, so I simply nod...
"I know -- I know: pathetic, right? He's downstairs on the couch jerking off to girls who look like me back in the day getting fucked in the ass, and I'm upstairs masturbating to Justin Timberlake movies."
I sympathetically nod again, and finish ringing her up.
"Getting old sucks," she says as I hand her the bag.
"You're still a very beautiful woman," I say, hoping somehow that might make her feel a little better...
"That's nice," she says. "But it hurts when everyone loved you best when you were eighteen."
"That must be tough."
"Yeah. But the video of the Britney getting fucked by the black guy with the big black cock...?"
"Yeah?"
"That's for ME..."
I am Laslo.
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