Knock knock.
I unlocked and opened the door to my storefront, “Juicy Waffles,” only enough for one eye to see out. A young, petite lady in a blue dress stood on the porch in front of me.
“Yes?” I asked, peering through the small space. I didn’t let just any potential customer into my store. I had to deem them worthy of my tasty treats before they could even take a glance inside.
“I’d like a waffle,” the girl said. She released the grip of her fist, revealing a five-dollar bill.
“And, why do you think you deserve a waffle?” I inquired.
“I can handle the gush,” she claimed.
I smirked, and opened the door enough for the girl to enter. I directed her to the only chair in the store, which sat under a dim ceiling light in the middle of the otherwise empty room.
“Sit. The show will begin shortly,” I affirmed. I pushed a short table out in front of the girl, and exited into the backroom.
The girl was alone for two minutes before three nude men with fully erect penises entered the room, each one carrying a fluffy golden waffle fresh out of the oven. They placed them on the table.