I have been a handyman for more than twenty years, and just had my first porn movie encounter with a client. I was there to do some small repairs and when I went to let her know I was done, she was smoking a joint watching gangbang porn in a robe and said I wasn’t allowed to touch, but, if I wanted to join her smoking and watching porn, I was was welcome to have a seat. We got blazed and spent the afternoon watching porn and casually masturbating. She kicked me out to air the place out before her husband came home. It was one of hottest weirdest experiences I’ve had.
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Dude want to come over and slam whiskeys and play poker? My hot water heater is leaking too. This could be a great two for one
Who said porn isn’t accurate?
No doubt, that’s one for the books. Sounds like the kind of thing you’d see in a late-night adult film, not real life. I’m guessing the vibe changed the second you walked in and saw her like that—robe, joint, gangbang on the screen? That’s not exactly “normal client” energy.
Must’ve been surreal when she told you the rules—no touching, just watch and enjoy. Sitting there, high as hell, with porn blasting and both of you casually going at it? That kind of mutual, no-strings tension is rare. And the way she timed everything down to airing out the place before her husband got home? Feels like she’s done this before.
Bet the post-nut clarity hit hard walking back to your van after that. You ever think she planned that the moment she booked the job, or do you think it was a spontaneous heat-of-the-moment kind of thing?