The Man and The Trash Bag: Not For The Faint Of Heart

There was a time when I performed at work without the aide of a wig. When I had first started working there I had worn a wig, however with the management's dumb ass idea to blast the heat to 30 degrees in our room the wig became far too hot and itchy. (They thought it would make us want to stay naked thus satisfying their desire for us to work for free. Little do those small minded men realise that it didn't work because little dancer costumes hardly covered anything so with or without them the temperature was the same. Uncomfortable. The dumbest idea they ever had and the most dangerous to our health. There was no natural air flow back there so it was as if we were in an oven.)

I must admit that the idea to stop wearing the wig was quite foolish. Unfortunately, I had started to become recognised outside of work. Thankfully it was only by two or three tame customers but none the less not a good thing. I decided to start wearing a wig again but this time I got a new one that was lighter and cooler. Something even more different than my actual appearance.

It turns out that it was indeed a very good time to come to my senses and disguise myself. We had a new lurking customer that was probably the biggest freak we would ever encounter. Just how sick this man was, we had no idea.

To describe this man would honestly be like describing a character from a horror movie. Not a movie involving inhuman monsters but of men that were monsters.

He was slight of build and always shied away from the light in the booths. He often wore drab and unremarkable clothing covered by a dark coat. His hair a mousy brown and dull without luster. His eye colour was difficult to determine as he wore large thick glasses that magnified his eyes and since he stayed away from the light it was hard to see clearly. His lips were very thin and nearly non-existent. To say he was homely would be a vague description but the best description I can give.

He would slink into the booth quietly. With a quiet voice he would greet us on the phone. He would ask us if we had some black plastic.

"I have some black vinyl clothing...."
"No, like a trash bag." He would answer nearly in a whisper.
"Um.... No I don't have that."
"Could I give you one?" He asked.
"Um.... I don't think so."

Then he went to my booth to ask me the same question.
"Fine I will ask the custodian for one." I answered.

I didn't really know what to expect. I received a black trash bag from the custodian and took it back into my booth. The man paid a large and generous amount to both the window and to my secret tip slot. The curtain raised and we started the show.

"I have the trash bag so what would you like done with it?" I asked.
"Nothing yet. First I would like you to do a dance for me and strip."

So I began the show. I did my automated routine for the guy without too much gusto and after I had removed my final article of clothing he requested I remove my shoes so that I could stand in the booth.

After my shoes were removed he requested that I wrap the trash bag around my neck as if I were being strangled. This request had honestly thrown me off a bit, but I decided to just go through the motions. He gave detailed instructions as to how I was to fold the bag in a certain way so that it was folded over and over until it resembled a strip of plastic. I was to wrap it around my neck with the ends of it behind me leaving the smooth part in the front of my neck. He wanted me to face away from him as I was to pull on the ends behind me as if I were being strangled from behind. Then he wanted me to turn around and face him as I fell to my knees.

I must admit that at this point I was a bit weirded out. Of course I got the point quite quickly but I figure I just do it and get it over with.

As I was on my knees sitting there with the tie around my neck and pretending to be strangled he ordered me to lie on my back with my legs spread as wide as the booth would allow facing him. He ordered me to prop my head up and stay as still as possible. I was not to move in the slightest. He proceeded to brandish his erect member and with a fervor, and proceed to masturbate violently.

He was thrusting his pelvis as if he was having sex with me. I am quite sure that this is what he was picturing. He moaned out that I was to thrust my pelvis as he was. I did as requested although at this point I was wishing him away with my very being. He did this for a good 10 minutes even posing his hand as if he were grasping my hair. He was going all out in that small little booth. Then when he was spent, he regained his composure quickly and ordered me to unfold the bag.

He wanted me to spread the bag flat and after I had done this, he wanted me to get halfway inside of it.

I most certainly did not want to comply and I could have hit the close screen button but I went along with it. I got the bag up to my waist and waited my next instruction.

He told me to move about as if I were fighting to be free of the bag but I was not to remove the bag. I was to pretend as if I were fighting someone who wanted me to remain inside the bag and as he said further, I was to pull the bag up over my body further in small increments.

The bag was now up to my neck and there was no fucking way I was going to continue if he had wanted me to cover my face. That is where I drew the line and the button would be pushed if he tried to cross it. He didn't however.

He asked that now I stay real still with the bag up to my neck.

The bag was not as long as I am tall so of course my body was scrunched up so that it would cover me. He proceeded to masturbate again as I was lying there still in a plastic bag.

When the man had finished, he slipped me an extra tip, thanked me and told me not to move until the window closed.

After he had left the booth I bolted upright, ripping the bag off of me in disgust and horror. The other girl there that night had listened in at my door and was as freaked out as I was.
She started to weave a story into it about how he was probably practicing to be a serial rapist and killer. He preference for trash bags and dumping bodies in them as garbage would be his calling card. She said that we should watch the news for any such found bodies and tip off the police if there are any.

It could be very true as you never really know about people. Especially people like him with an obvious affinity for rape and humiliation. He is capable of anything I am sure. Who knows really, he could be a future serial killer, or he could just be a sick freak with very weird tastes.

The two other times I saw him come in I would act busy so that he would go to someone else. I really doubted I could go through that again. One such time I had been working with another girl who was very strange herself, a junkie that pretty much liked anything. She found it a great time and as I was told, he began to come in on her regular shifts. The frequency of his visits, I would not know as she normally didn't work with me as we had a similar look.