Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 5:04:37 GMT
Wednesday, January 5th.
A Toyota Carolla pulls up to the main entrance of the park, and is quickly waved through. The car wends it's way through the largely empty facilities before pulling up behind a booth on the midway, sign reading kissing booth. There is a small line of people, many of them holding resumes and dressed sexy. The car door opens up to disgorge Johnny Raike, dressed in a sparkly silver ermine stole and giant shutter shades.
Johnny: "Alright, thanks for being here, good to see you guys know the fifteen minute early rule, I will now cut everyone who isn't attractive enough to work my kissing booth. If you could all go shoulder to shoulder, that would be amazing. Not you, dude. Just, no, why did you come here?"
As a scruffy gentleman walks away dejectedly, the rest of the applicants get shoulder to shoulder. Johnny walks by and slowly appraises the assorted men and women in line. He stops in front of one particularly heavily tattooed women.
Johnny: "Exotic look, huh? Don't think you'll scare off the customers?"
Women: "No more than they'll flee when they see you wearing those glasses."
Time seems to hang still for a minute as The American Wet Dream stands impassive. The aforementioned glasses make it impossible to see what's going on with Johnny's emotions, until he breaks into a wide grin and laughs.
Johnny: "What's your name?"
Women: "Lydia."
Johnny: "Lyidia that tattooed lady? Legit, that's your name?"
Lydia: "No. But I never liked the name Sheila."
Johnny: "Fantastic. Go stand under the booth, you I like."
Johnny comes to the next women in line, tall, slim wasted, ample bosom.
Women: "That coat makes you look like a queer."
Johnny whips off his sun glasses and fixes the women with a stare so furious she physically backs away. Without the Hedonistic Hellcat even having to say a word, she turns and half runs from the group. Johnny returns to the members still standing.
Johnny: "I only need four of you fuckers, so anyone else that has a problem with deviant sexuality can fuck right off this very moment, or I will add clauses to your employee contracts that allows me to DDT your stupid faces. You don't think you can deal with that, take a turn by the bathrooms and keep walking, cause that's the fucking exit."
Johnny takes a deep breath and plays with his hair for a moment before putting his glasses back on and smiling. He continues to walk up and down, cutting another man and women. Finally we have 4 people left in line, Lydia standing off to the side.
Johnny: "All right, short dude, nice boyish face, good strong jaw, bright eyes. You'll do good for the house wives just want to feel a touch naughty. You're in. Tall girl...maybe. Hair needs work. Dude who's trying real hard to look like me, I appreciate, I'll take you, we are restyling and coloring your hair. And as for you..."
Johnny comes to the last lady in line, a sweet looking girl who seems unsure of being here. Johnny steps very close, and speaks into her ear.
Johnny: "You really think you can do this? Men and women, paying a few coins for a kiss. A lot of them are going to want more. You'll need to be strong. Can't just have security come running to save you all the time. Nice tits though."
The girl blushes hard, but nods her head that she can deal.
Johnny: "Alright then. That gives us two of the more common female arch types, though if our tall friend here is willing to go full softball team with a hair cut I might be able to get a 5th in here. I'll keep you on file, don't call the park, they won't be able to help you.
As the last of the cuts walks away, Johnny assembles his potential crew around him. Lydia, the attractive tattoo enthusiast, Todd, the short boyish one, Devon the twink, and Sarah, the timid beauty. Johnny leads them inside the booth. It's not much more than a stereo, a camera, and some stools in the front, but on the side is an old photo printer, and three monitors to display the pictures."
Johnny: "Job is fairly easy. Two of you, male and female, never doubled up, sit on the benches, make eyes at passersby, give a bit of a flirt, quick kiss on the lips, customers are not allowed to slip you tongue, take a picture if they do, I'll get it to the ponytail dude what runs security. We always take a picture of the kiss anyway, makes it easier to get people to buy."
Johnny pulls out a joint and lights it as he continues to talk. He sweeps his eyes around the room to gauge reaction. Only Sarah seems at all surprised, Devon looking like he wants to ask for a hit, Lydia just pulling out her own."
Johnny: "Knew I'd like you Lydia. I'm here on show days, a few random unscheduled appearances based on when I feel like being in Louisiana, which spoiler alert, not nearly as much as I'll feel like being in New York or Japan. Hence the staff. Now, this being an adult amusement park, there are going to be adults looking for a variety of ways to relax. Should you feel you've encountered such a guest, offer him the green kiss. The green kiss is $65, cash only, direct to an ATM as needed, comes with a free photo cube. When we are down to twenty cubes you are to call me and leave no message until I get the hint and call back. I am kinda hard on my phones, so expect the number to change a lot. It will be posted on the back of the register. I do, of course, give performance bonuses and I'm hoping for a long and fruitful association for all of us."
Johnny hands the joint off to Devon as he leads the group back outside.
Johnny: "All right, pretty much all I have to say, we open at 3 tomorrow, I want everyone here at 2 to fill out the paperwork, and you are all now monetarily motivated to not get fat. Congrats, you're made the kissing booth. Oh, and I'm designating Lydia as manager."
Johnny locks the booth behind him, then nods to the others as he gets back in his rental car, leaving his quartet of staff behind.
Sarah: "Wait... Did I just get hired to sell drugs?"
Lydia: "...I bet you were the smartest in your class, weren't you?"
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A Toyota Carolla pulls up to the main entrance of the park, and is quickly waved through. The car wends it's way through the largely empty facilities before pulling up behind a booth on the midway, sign reading kissing booth. There is a small line of people, many of them holding resumes and dressed sexy. The car door opens up to disgorge Johnny Raike, dressed in a sparkly silver ermine stole and giant shutter shades.
Johnny: "Alright, thanks for being here, good to see you guys know the fifteen minute early rule, I will now cut everyone who isn't attractive enough to work my kissing booth. If you could all go shoulder to shoulder, that would be amazing. Not you, dude. Just, no, why did you come here?"
As a scruffy gentleman walks away dejectedly, the rest of the applicants get shoulder to shoulder. Johnny walks by and slowly appraises the assorted men and women in line. He stops in front of one particularly heavily tattooed women.
Johnny: "Exotic look, huh? Don't think you'll scare off the customers?"
Women: "No more than they'll flee when they see you wearing those glasses."
Time seems to hang still for a minute as The American Wet Dream stands impassive. The aforementioned glasses make it impossible to see what's going on with Johnny's emotions, until he breaks into a wide grin and laughs.
Johnny: "What's your name?"
Women: "Lydia."
Johnny: "Lyidia that tattooed lady? Legit, that's your name?"
Lydia: "No. But I never liked the name Sheila."
Johnny: "Fantastic. Go stand under the booth, you I like."
Johnny comes to the next women in line, tall, slim wasted, ample bosom.
Women: "That coat makes you look like a queer."
Johnny whips off his sun glasses and fixes the women with a stare so furious she physically backs away. Without the Hedonistic Hellcat even having to say a word, she turns and half runs from the group. Johnny returns to the members still standing.
Johnny: "I only need four of you fuckers, so anyone else that has a problem with deviant sexuality can fuck right off this very moment, or I will add clauses to your employee contracts that allows me to DDT your stupid faces. You don't think you can deal with that, take a turn by the bathrooms and keep walking, cause that's the fucking exit."
Johnny takes a deep breath and plays with his hair for a moment before putting his glasses back on and smiling. He continues to walk up and down, cutting another man and women. Finally we have 4 people left in line, Lydia standing off to the side.
Johnny: "All right, short dude, nice boyish face, good strong jaw, bright eyes. You'll do good for the house wives just want to feel a touch naughty. You're in. Tall girl...maybe. Hair needs work. Dude who's trying real hard to look like me, I appreciate, I'll take you, we are restyling and coloring your hair. And as for you..."
Johnny comes to the last lady in line, a sweet looking girl who seems unsure of being here. Johnny steps very close, and speaks into her ear.
Johnny: "You really think you can do this? Men and women, paying a few coins for a kiss. A lot of them are going to want more. You'll need to be strong. Can't just have security come running to save you all the time. Nice tits though."
The girl blushes hard, but nods her head that she can deal.
Johnny: "Alright then. That gives us two of the more common female arch types, though if our tall friend here is willing to go full softball team with a hair cut I might be able to get a 5th in here. I'll keep you on file, don't call the park, they won't be able to help you.
As the last of the cuts walks away, Johnny assembles his potential crew around him. Lydia, the attractive tattoo enthusiast, Todd, the short boyish one, Devon the twink, and Sarah, the timid beauty. Johnny leads them inside the booth. It's not much more than a stereo, a camera, and some stools in the front, but on the side is an old photo printer, and three monitors to display the pictures."
Johnny: "Job is fairly easy. Two of you, male and female, never doubled up, sit on the benches, make eyes at passersby, give a bit of a flirt, quick kiss on the lips, customers are not allowed to slip you tongue, take a picture if they do, I'll get it to the ponytail dude what runs security. We always take a picture of the kiss anyway, makes it easier to get people to buy."
Johnny pulls out a joint and lights it as he continues to talk. He sweeps his eyes around the room to gauge reaction. Only Sarah seems at all surprised, Devon looking like he wants to ask for a hit, Lydia just pulling out her own."
Johnny: "Knew I'd like you Lydia. I'm here on show days, a few random unscheduled appearances based on when I feel like being in Louisiana, which spoiler alert, not nearly as much as I'll feel like being in New York or Japan. Hence the staff. Now, this being an adult amusement park, there are going to be adults looking for a variety of ways to relax. Should you feel you've encountered such a guest, offer him the green kiss. The green kiss is $65, cash only, direct to an ATM as needed, comes with a free photo cube. When we are down to twenty cubes you are to call me and leave no message until I get the hint and call back. I am kinda hard on my phones, so expect the number to change a lot. It will be posted on the back of the register. I do, of course, give performance bonuses and I'm hoping for a long and fruitful association for all of us."
Johnny hands the joint off to Devon as he leads the group back outside.
Johnny: "All right, pretty much all I have to say, we open at 3 tomorrow, I want everyone here at 2 to fill out the paperwork, and you are all now monetarily motivated to not get fat. Congrats, you're made the kissing booth. Oh, and I'm designating Lydia as manager."
Johnny locks the booth behind him, then nods to the others as he gets back in his rental car, leaving his quartet of staff behind.
Sarah: "Wait... Did I just get hired to sell drugs?"
Lydia: "...I bet you were the smartest in your class, weren't you?"
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