SIRO-1239 Amateur Personal Filming, Submission. 239

About this work

I’m exhausted today. Friday night, the izakaya was unbelievably busy. No matter how many orders I took or how quickly I carried drinks, no matter how much I moved and hustled, more work just kept coming. If someone asked for cold water I’d forget in five seconds, get scolded, and feel worn out. The annoying coworkers who can’t do their jobs always say, “Watch the whole floor and move!” I’ve gotten used to pretending not to hear. The manager would be like, “Hey, I’m calling you!” and smack my butt in the heat of the moment, and I’d grown bored of slyly untying my apron to make him fumble as payback. But there was something I looked forward to after work: taking everyone’s discarded uniforms to the washing machine. While carrying them, I’d sniff them. Sniff them! I’d gotten hooked on sniffing the concentrated sweat and the old-man smell of the useless employees. They were smelly. Really smelly. But almost at the same moment I thought they smelled awful, I wanted to smell them again. Of course I liked the smell of my own body after working, but men’s scents still beat mine. Even when I had a boyfriend, I loved sniffing his taken-off socks so much that I eventually preferred the socks and we broke up. That day, I happened to have to teach a newbie the laundry job, so I missed my sniffing chance and felt unsatisfied. Someone called me over, and thinking I’m a pervert and haven’t had sex lately, I figured why not and followed along on a whim. They said I was super cute and that my breasts were big and pretty, and it felt good — I felt more turned on than ever. But it’s pretty embarrassing to be seen so disheveled by everyone. Still, it’s a little exciting. I even thought it would be nice to be seen by lots of people — I guess that’s the pervert in me.