Window Lickers

These two words have been coming up a lot lately. Those using these words have been using them to describe people who are frightfully unintelligent and a bit out there.
For me though, those words paint an entirely different picture.

"Window Licker" takes me back a few years ago when I was working at a peep show. I would spend up to eight hours a night in a little box with windows and any contact with the outside world I had during those hours always kept me guessing. Typically the men who frequented that establishment were sick fucks or depraved creeps. Only occasionally a seemingly normal man would come around. I say "seemingly" because anyone can pretend to be normal and I never gave any credence to the idea.

One such guy that would come around about once a week to see me was a depraved creep bordering on sick fuck. He seemed harmless enough and he wasn't unpleasant really. He would buy me gifts from the over priced store downstairs as well as go on a mission to get me what I want. The first time he asked me what I wanted I jokingly said a purple silk thong.
I WAS KIDDING! He wasn't. After finding that there was no such item in the store downstairs he went on a quest that took him to the other side of town just to find the damn thing. He gave it to the staff for them to check and give to me. He presented himself proudly in my booth while I opened it. I was shocked and he was beaming. I told him thanks and I couldn't believe he took it seriously....

"I had to go to 5 different stores before I found it. I ended up having to go to a store on the other side of town for it."
"Well I appreciate it and I certainly didn't know it would be too hard to find. It's wonderful let me put it on for you."

He was practically giddy with excitement and that concerned me. I never liked to see the men so worked up because it frightened me a bit. Who wants to be naked behind glass with someone like that on the other side? Almost like teasing a lion in a cage, although highly unlikely that the glass can be broken the idea still lurks in your head.

Oh, so what does this have to do with window lickers.... Yes I was getting to that.
So in those booths on the customer's side you can imagine that it would be far from sanitary.
I wouldn't want to stand in one, especially after the shift before me and nearly the end of my shift. The custodian cleans, but how well a job he does is arbitrary.

This man said he wanted me to force him to lick the window. He liked to submit to dominance, and I had to dominate him through this glass. Usually, no problem. I did however take issue with his request. I don't know the man and can't imagine I really cared, but at the same time I couldn't wrap my mind around the idea of telling him to lick that glass.
I can't tell you how much ejaculate has sprayed on that glass. How many men have wiped their members upon it nor how many chemicals have been placed on it in hopes of removing said fluids.... Not to mention the shitty diaper guy had been in there countless times that night.
Oh the idea made me want to spew colourfully on my purple shag mat.

How on earth was I going to tell that man to lick that glass? Would I puke if he does? Would I be able to sleep that night? By the way, did I mention I am a bit of a hypochondriac?

So I told him no, and proceeded the domination play that way. I chose to pretend that since he wanted that, I wouldn't let him because he was naughty. His reward would be that I would press my bum to the glass, which I never do. (I clean inside the booth with alcohol, Lysol and 6-7 times before I get in it, so there is no worry of germs there.)
That more than satisfied him. He left happier than ever and was back the next week on schedule.

I don't care how depraved you are you can't really want to lick such a thing, in such a place.
I refuse to believe that anyone would.

This is the image I get in my mind when they say "Window Lickers." An entirely different picture than they intended and far from the same thing.

I almost wonder sometimes what became of him. After I told him I was leaving the place he was sad. He claimed that he would go frequent another establishment from that point on, but I doubt it. I bet he was right back there and I bet his new favourite was not as compassionate as I was....
Oh that was compassionate, believe me....