: Blain MillerAge
: 185 lbs.Piercings
: Conversation, debate, intelligence, assertive women, being left aloneDislikes
: Other guys, bitches, rude customers, having to mop jizz off the floor, stupidityTurn On List
: Big breasts, hand jobs, oral, secretly having sex in publicTurn Offs
: Having to do all the work, fake moans, dirty talk, usual scat, gore, etc.Occupation
: Clerk at the Pleasure Valley adult book and video storeHistory
: Blaine had a pretty standard shitty childhood. He lost himself in books and video games rather than playing sports or other outdoor games. He would escape to a high place in the trees to read a book whenever he could, finding some solace in the peace and solitude. His parents wouldn't have any of that, his father constantly trying to force him into physical activities that he wasn't good at. His mother, well, she just couldn't be pleased, ever.
So by time he was getting ready to graduate high school, Blaine got himself a job. Or tried to, at least. The economy was bad and everyone was having trouble finding work, but unlike other people, Blaine was desperate. So he got the only job available: clerk at the Pleasure Valley Adult Video and Book store. It was a small place, no real windows, gray exterior, one simple white sign with the name scrawled in red Times New Roman font.
Blaine didn't plan to work there long. He just needed to save money for a year or two so he could afford classes at the local community College, then transfer to a real school. Too bad moving out and living on your own cost a lot. And so Blaine continues to work at the store, trying to figure out how he can go take classes for a real future while ignoring the insulting looks of shame for his choice in career.