The story below reminded me of this dirty little fucker
I used to work in a computer shop near the railway station in Swansea and we were privy to seeing some bizarre sights; not merely because we were in Swansea (lols), nor the tramps taking a shit across the road, or drunks getting off the train etc but we were situated about 3 doors down from a brothel. Yes, you may giggle but it was quite fucking awkward working every day next to a knocking shop, especially at my age at the time (I was late teens, essentially a ticking hard-on time bomb). The postman wouldn't drop mail into them and would deliberately drop their post into us to avoid having to knock their front door (funnily enough no letter boxes on their front door), so it would be down to one of us to post it for them. This one day it was my turn, so I grab the letters and saunter off for a quick perv to drop in some mail.

I knock the door, it opens very slightly and some heavenly brunette in a see-thru gown is standing there (seriously, for a hooker she had the goods). "Hi there" she purrs, me stammering far too quickly ".....um mail..I got mail for you...um this place...letters" I manage and practically throw my man-milk some mail at her. What happened next caught me off guard;
"Jeccy, is that you? God I haven't seen you for years!" shouts this tall girl behind her. Turned out the receptionist (most probs a likely story but she was fully clothed at the time) was in primary school with me and I hadn't seen her since leaving the school; I'll call her for the purposes of this L (unfortunately she died about 2 years ago, OD'ed in a flat, very popular girl too).

Anyhows we have a quick catchup chat and I tell her I work in the shop a few doors down and all is well. She started calling in for chats and then started bringing in her little ginger brother. Now I can't remember his name but he was about 12, had a thin short body but a slightly large head and reminded me of the Sputnik kid from "So I married An Axe-Murderer" ("OUT THE WAY HEEEED, ITS LIKE AN ORANGE ON A TOOTHPICK!"). He seemed quiet enough and bought a few Playstation games now and again, didn't really think anything of it. Until one day I noticed that L used to take him into the brothel with her.

Ok, that's a bit odd. He's got to be about 12-13, what the fuck is he doing in a place like that? So the next time I saw L I asked her.

"He does odd jobs for the place," she answered, "like cleaning out the bins, hoovering. That's how he pays for his games." I manage an OK but I was still weirded out a bit, something just didn't sit right.

One night about 2 months later it was getting close to Xmas, we'd closed up at half seven and it was dark and freezing. The boss parked his car in the multi-storey which was beside the station (there's a ramp leading off to the top of it in between the train station and a small path to the back entrance of the brothel) and as it was fucking knobling cold he offered us a lift home. We close up shop and saunter towards the car park. As we pass the back of the knocking shop we are greeted with an unusual sight. This little ginge is by the back door next to some industrial council bins with one of them open ready to throw in a black bag. Except he hasn't. He's sitting cross legged on the floor next to it with the bag open, taking a long sniff at the contents. Even from where we were standing on the path outside we could see a mixture of condoms and used sanitary towels, blood and semen from random fucks dribbling out the top of the black bag. He then DIPPED HIS FINGER onto one of the condoms and shoved it up his nose and this kid was inhaling the fucking lot in, absolutely loving it. All we could do is stand there in utter disbelief, then a car horn from a taxi by the station knocked the ginge out of his trance and he spun around quickly to see two of us looking straight at the rancid twat. He quickly hopped up, threw the bag rather hurriedly into the metal council bin, closed it and legged it back inside. Me and the boss were completely gob smacked.

We never saw that kid again; not even L either. I don't know if he'd made up something to her and she thought we'd done something to offend him but that was the last I ever saw of the pervert. That has got to be the most hideous and disgusting thing I have ever seen.

PS actually found the dirty cunt here, seriously wouldn't surprise me if he follows kids about now with a full condom up his nostril.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 22:53, 6 replies)

LIES.
There's no way he could reach the top of a bin.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 0:38, closed)

Jism Nostril lifted and closed the top of the bin from the side
Think in 3D.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 6:38, closed)

you'll never have a night out quite like a swansea night out

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 10:26, closed)

I had the misfortune to live in rural wales
I consider this quite normal
(cs1ca, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 11:15, closed)

An ex work colleague of mine had to install a Till in a brothel when he was a junior.
He had the joy of setting up Price Look Up keys with 'extras' such as Anal/Scat/Golden shower whilst scantily clad ladies tottered around.

Mind you this was in the Stockport area so the quality of the lasses would probably have been... suboptimal.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 14:31, closed)

The reason you never saw him again is he was warned
Stay about from my bins
(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 14:45, closed)

Respect due.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 15:58, closed)