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Confessions of a Jizzmopper
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First of all, what is a "jizzmopper"? It's a slang term for a guy who works at a porn store/adult book store/sex toy store.
These places go by a lot of names. Most common these days is "Adult Book Store". We all know the type of place. But more specifically, I'm talking about the places that have a sign advertising a "Peep Show" or "Adult Arcade". These are code words. Code for what? You'll soon see.
Now, I want to give some disclaimers before I get to the facts.
1. This is vulgar subject matter. There's no way to explain this subject without delving into topics that are taboo.
2. I'm not here for shock-value. I'm not here to make some political or social statement. I'm just here to present one of the ONLY verifiable "conspiracies" that you'll find on this site. It's a "conspiracy" that you can verify for yourself.
3. This thread IS NOT A CALL TO ACTION. It is my strongest recommendation that you, the reader, follow the LIVE AND LET LIVE philosophy. DO NOT COMMIT ACTS OF VIOLENCE. DO NOT TRY TO INTERFERE! TO EACH THEIR OWN--if it's not hurting you, then LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE!!!
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I guess you could say that my introduction to the "Peep Show Subculture" (hereafter called "PSSC") began before I even started working at the porn store. In my 3rd year of college, I was working for a telemarketing firm that did fundraising for conservative causes (NRA and Republican Congressional Committee). It was a place called Infocision. You might have one in your town too. It's the type of place that hires college students, misfits and weirdos.
We had periodic smoke breaks and that's when employees got a chance to talk and get to know each other. Well, there was this creepy old perv that used to talk to me during the breaks. He always tried to bring up sexual things and point out cute girls that we worked with. What made him creepy was that he would always tell me, in detail, what he wanted to do with these girls. I was just a dumb kid who didn't like confrontation of any kind. So I just went along, nodding my head.
Well, one day he asked me if I had ever been to the porn store in Anmoore. I told him that I bought whip-its there once. He said, "Did you know they have a hole in the wall there where you stick your dick and a real pretty girl will suck it?". I laughed it off as obvious bullshit. But now I know what he meant.
Fast Forward.
Several years later, I had lost a good-paying job. Anyone who's been unemployed knows that you try to find a job as quickly as possible, even if it's not ideal. Being unemployed makes you feel useless, ya know? I applied at a lot of different places but was considered "overqualified" due to my education. I saw a sign outside of "Adult News" (that's the porn store in Anmoore) advertising "help wanted". I thought it might be cool to sell x-rated videos and dildos for a while. I had nothing to lose and thought I could probably meet some hot slutty chicks. How could this not be fun? I went in and applied. I got the job easily but I thought it was weird that they had me sign a nondisclosure agreement. I don't remember the exact wording but it emphasized that our customers needed the assurance of a discrete experience. I rationalized that most chicks wouldn't want to have it known that they buy vibrators and stuff. No big deal. The next day, I had to come for training.
When I arrived, the manager gave me a tour of the store and explained the operations. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. I will explain it to you.
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The porn store did good business but it was mainly a "front". The real money came from selling "tokens".
Each token has the cash value of a quarter. And customers had to buy a $3 minimum of tokens. That's 12 tokens.
The tokens are used in the peepshow in the back. There are booths back there (more on this later) and each one has a plastic chair and a TV screen set into the wall. The TVs don't work unless you insert a token. Each token gives you about 3 minutes of watching. The TVs have different channels all playing different types of porn. Gay porn. Straight porn. Tyranny porn. Gangbangs. Etc. Each Monday, we changed the movies so they wouldn't get old.
So, you might think that a guy buys some tokens, goes back to the peepshow, watches some porn and masturbates, right? Wrong. Let me explain the booths.
The peepshow is like a maze of dark alleys. The lighting is very dim. There are many nooks and crannies surrounded by booths. These booths are set up in pairs. In the wall between the pair of booths is a waist-high hole called a "glory hole".
Above the door of each Booth is a pair of lights. A red one and a green one. If the red light is on, then the TV in the Booth is not on. If the green light is on, that means there's a guy in the booth using his tokens to operate the TV.
So how does the PSSC use these tools? It was hard for me to realize at first but I began to understand after a while.
A guy goes into a booth and pops a token into the TV. This makes the light above the door turn green. That way, other guys will know that there's a guy waiting in that booth. The adjoining booth has a red light letting everyone know it's empty. A guy goes into the empty adjoining booth and puts a token in the TV. Now both lights are green and everyone knows not to bother them while they suck each other off and buttfuck through the "glory hole".
So who is a part of this PSSC?
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Let's just say they are NOT who you'd expect. Most were "rednecks"--big hairy Carhardt-wearing tough guys. Others were suit-and-tie wearing types. Some were people I recognized. One was a family court judge. A couple were local funeral home directors. A couple were Pentacostal preachers. One was a Catholic priest. A couple were cops. A lot of over-the-road truckers would stop in in the early AM hours. Most of these guys were married men. And almost NONE of them thought of themselves as "gay".
On an average day, 300 or more guys would go in and out of the peepshow. The store is open 24 hours and has a back entrance and a back parking lot that can't be seen from the road.
Now, they don't call us jizzmoppers for nothing. We had to clean up back there. Yes, it was gross. I don't really want to get into it--but I've found a lot of weird stuff back there. One thing that I RARELY found were condoms or wrappers. I can only imagine the STDs that were spread back there. And I can only imagine the number of clueless wives that have HIV and don't even know it.
With that, I end this post. I know this is some weird shit. I'm sure there will be lots of questions. I'll continue to check this thread to answer questions.
Peace.
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