The Rimming Booth

After something like 1 year of making small arts and crafts in my mothers garage, my family's complements and interest encouraged me to start selling them. I could easily throw up an Etsy or some online store, but then I'd have to advertise it and it'd never gain traction. My mom told me to do it the old fashion way and make a booth at the upcoming festival. I'd went to this festival several times as a kid and it was always filled with booths of people selling all kinds of weird things. It seemed like a brilliant idea. I got a message from my older sister telling me there were some old scraps of wood near our old treehouse I could use.

After driving over my truck to hall back the wood I saw it was mangled and in disrepair. So many memories flooded of my sisters and I playing all sorts of stupid games up there. Now it was all clattered metal nails, bolts and wood fragments. I began loading up some salvageable wood pieces into my truck.

I got back to the garage and set on some work. Constructing a small cabinet with drawers to store my inventory, making a small coat rack and storage place for the money, etc. Finally I showed it to my mom.

"Oh wow! It looks fantastic honey!" She beamed at me.

"Thanks mom. I've got everything good to go. Took me about a week, but it's done. I only need a sign. Do we have any paint?" I asked curiously.

"It's mighty impressive dear. I'm not sure if we have any paint, I'd go to a crafts store or something." She commented.

"They probably won't have the thick paints I'll need though."

"Go to a supplies store? Maybe you can visit that new place that opened up on main street." She jumped with enthusiasm and pulled out her phone. "I think it's like a thrift store type thing." She said as she tried to find it on the maps.

"I don't know, I'd have better luck at a big wig place."

"Well yea, but you wouldn't get the adventure!" She exclaimed and sent me the address over text.

"Alright, I'll go check it out, but if it doesn't work out I'll go to a general supplies store tomorrow. It's already late." I sighed as I charted the course.

"Fantastic. Dinner will be ready when you get back, just don't take more than an hour hon." She smiled and off I went.

A quick drive later and I pulled up to the new thrift store in town. It was an old and creepy building, but the sign was nice and impressive. Huge curvy letters reading out: "Thrift Shop." Rather on the nose wasn't it? I wonder who decided that name?

I walked into the sound of a chime and saw a peppy looking cashier clerk smiling at me.

"Welcome to the Thrift Shop! I'm Abby, what can I help you with today?" The young looking girl asked.

"Hiya, I'm trying to find some paint for a sign I'm making. I need it to be pretty big. It's for the festival. Do you maybe have a sign template?" I hurled questions at her. Abby thought a moment and stepped out from beyond the counter. She was wearing jean suspenders that hugged her ass pretty tightly. A nice navy sweater swam with her curves under the suspenders.

"I think we have a couple of signs. The paint should be right next to it." Abby noted and started to walk. I followed the stout girl and we walked to the back right corner of the store. "Ah yes, right here. There's a couple of sign templates. You'll have to paint over them, but the paint is right here too. Do you already have brushes?" Abby asked.

"Yea I've got a couple. I just want some white and enough for some bold lettering." I clarified.

"Fantastic, well take your time choosing from the signs and let me know if you need anything else. I'll be up at the front." Abby smiled and turned around to walk down the aisle. I watched her tight ass for longer than I needed to probably and looked back at the signs.

Several of the sign templates were super high grade. All having fancy carvings and frames. Impressive shapes of the signs and practically all of them were already titled. Only super small ones didn't have any text already on them.

I skimmed over them for quite a while more and almost lost my composure as I read one that said: "Rimming Booth" It had extremely flowy pink text with a very fancy frame and sign shape. So much effort put into practically a shit post. I shrugged and chuckled lightly to myself as I went to grab the paint quickly since that wouldn't be a big choice.

After grabbing a nice helping of the white paints I came back to the signs and sighed frustratedly at my realization. All the signs except for the stupid joke sign were the proportions I wanted. Every other side was either vertical or super thin, super wide, square, ellipse, etc. All except this stinking thing which only had some small curves but otherwise was exactly 3 foot by 1 foot.

Should I settle with the other signs and make it work to avoid the possible laughing fit Abby would have with me purchasing this sign or do I just take it?

I mentally flipped a coin and grabbed the sign. Carrying it with me face side against me, so the text was obscured. I walked up to the cashier and placed the sign face down on the desk.

"Find what you were looking for? Hope you found a good one. Let me see here." Abby asked half sincere as she grabbed the sign and painstakingly flipped it over and looked at the words. "Oh my gosh!" She paused and looked at me with a surprising shocked expression.

"Yea it was the only one that fit what I needed in terms of size and shape." I tried to excuse the unfortunate event.

"You're doing a Rimming Booth for the festival? That's so cool I'll definitely stop by sometime!" She smiled and input some numbers into the register. I went to speak, but didn't as her words didn't have any trace of sarcasm like I expected.

"Uhm, yea for sure. How much will it be?" I ask as I pulled out my wallet not wanting to lay in this awkwardness anymore. I wanted to get out and paint over this monstrosity.

"It's $15 bucks for the 3 paint cans and since I'll be checking out your Rimming Booth later that'll be on the house!" She smiled wildly and put out her hand to accept payment. I hesitantly gave her my card and she plugged it in.

"Yea... sure." I said idly trying to gauge her sincerity. "You do know I'm not actually doing the Rimming Booth though right? I'm painting over it. Feel free to stop by, but don't expect something gross like that." I clarified as she handed back the card.

"What do you mean? You're gonna paint a different sign right?" Abby asked inquisitively.

"No I'm gonna paint over this sign." I said. She paused and looked at me with the most confused look I'd ever seen. "Well anyway I'll see you at my booth later then Abby. Thanks for the discount." I grabbed the sign and bag of paint and practically sprinted out of there.

After arriving home I had dinner and actually felt pretty happy with my purchase. It's a nice sign all things considered, so painting over it and making it fresh and new would be great.

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The next day I woke up early and walked into the garage ready to work on the finishing touches. The festival was tomorrow and would be going for a week. I had to make sure it was done and I could fit it in my truck. I got out my paints and lathered up some brushes. After I laid the sign on my working bench I plastered the sign with some left over black paint from other projects. Covering up the pink letters fully.

After only a few hours of detailing the sign looked brand new with my own logo, and title on it. I smiled and placed the sign a top where I had planned it to go. I got it in place and nailed it in. Presto it was finally done and looked immaculate. I called in my mom and she came into the room.

"Oh my goodness honey! It looks magnificent! Look at the craftsmanship on the sign. It's wonderful. I don't know why you changed what you're selling, but it's great! I know for a fact you'll get a bunch of visitors." She smiled widely and hugged me. I ignorantly didn't catch what she said and we talked a bit about logistics.

"We'll need to leave around 7am sharp to get there and have enough time to set up. Wake up time will have to be around 6am. I'm pretty sure we can just roll it into the back of the truck so it shouldn't be an issue to move." I explained and she agreed fully.

The rest of the day went swimmingly and I fully finished getting everything ready. All my inventory was in containers. My register was set up and I knew how to use it after some fiddling. Everything seemed to be in order.

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The first day of the festival rolled around. I woke up on time and was preparing myself for an easy time of making some dough. I walked out to the garage and stared in awe at my booth.

It had completely changed.

No longer did it have a nice little cabinet for inventory and a rack for my stuff and money. Instead there was a small cushioned seat on the left side with stairs and a desk on the right. The whole underside looked like it was dedicated for clothing of some kind. I couldn't believe it. Someone came into the garage and redid everything? What a horrendous prank! How could they!

I walked around to look at the sign and it was back. In bright bold curvy letters: "The Rimming Booth". It was all back EXACTLY how it was before I painted it.

"Oh my goodness! It looks fantastic! Why did you redo it overnight?" I heard my mom exclaim from the doorway. She walked in to look at the back of the sign and I joined her confused at what she looked like she was reading.

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The Rimming Booth Rules:

1. The Rimming Booth will only work in a fair, festival or something similar.
2. The Product is the opportunity to give a rimjob to the Owner.
3. The Owner has the ability to change anything to do with selling the product.

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I looked at my mother after I read it and she wasn't phased. She walked around slowly and admired the cushion and sign.

"Such fantastic craftsmanship dear. The cushion looks so soft and comfy. Even the little stairs to help you get up there. Oh my even a little place to put your clothes!" She glowed at me with a big proud motherly smile on her face.

I didn't respond and looked at her in silence. This was no joke. I started to think more logically. The lettering wasn't just redone it was reverted. Not only that but there was more wood here than I even used on the booth I built. Then there was the fact that they did the work all while I was sleeping just down the hall. Finally there was my mothers reaction. She wasn't phased at all. She was encouraging and excited? My mother was the most innocent kind person I knew. She had a hard time lying when we played a board game that involved deception. One time she even asked me what the word fap meant and I had to awkwardly explain it to her. There's no way she'd be able to act this well if this was an elaborate prank of some kind.

"So mom, you do know what I'm selling right?" I asked inquisitively gauging her reaction.

"Well yea of course it's on the back of the sign honey. You're letting people give you a rimjob. It's very kind of you dear, such a nice service to offer." She walked over to me and stood beside me as I continued to stare at her.

"Yea... okay good." I responded on auto pilot, too shocked to process that my mom just admitted it so blatantly.

"Well all we have to do is get it into the truck right? You're the inventory afterall." She obviously stated and I nodded. It took us some time but we managed to get it loaded into the truck and strapped down in under 30 minutes.

She went back into the house after we got it held down and I was still on auto pilot. I stood outside looking at the booth in the back of the truck. It was a bright sunny day out and it looked like it'd be a very interesting day.

I get to thinking while we drive to the fair with only 30 minutes to set up, but my mom said that'd be plenty of time. This was real. It had to be real. No way it couldn't be. Too many weird things are going on for it to not be real. Just then it finally hit me. What it being real meant. Before it just seemed ridiculous, but I guess I was past the denial stage of grief or the equivalent in this circumstance. I'm selling my ass. Well not exactly but kinda. Mom seemed to be pretty okay with the whole endeavor, but maybe she was just trying to be supportive. Wait, this means that I'll be publicly eaten out for money. For real. The circumstance was finally punching me in the face. I didn't go at a green light until I was honked at. Five minutes away and I started to really picture it. Some girl licking my hole in a line of tons of other girls. I got pretty hard just sitting there in the seat. I hope my mom won't notice.

We finally arrived at the festival. It was an annual event held each year that was more just a huge market of sorts, but with some pretty wacky market types. As we pulled in something hit me. What if a guy came to my booth? Would I have to sell? Can I turn down guys? Luckily it seems like the universe thought of that one. As we parked I got a good look at who was showing up to get ready. It was literally only woman. Nowhere was it a male. No cleaning crew, security, every single person there was a girl. Not just a girl mind you, decent looking girls, all of them. I shouldn't get my hopes up though these are just the vendors the customers could be... unsavory.

We found a good place to set up and went to work on taking the booth off the truck. Didn't take us too long especially with a couple staff members helping us.

"This is a pretty fancy booth!" One of the female staff said as we finally set it down. She started to really look at it and admire it.

"Yea thanks... m-m... made it myself." I hesitantly stated.

"Wow! Remarkable. I'll have to stop by sometime. Seems like a treat." She said and waved, walking to help someone else as she assumed she was done with us.

"Alright honey, I think that's everything right? Oh did you bring hangers for your clothes or you just gonna shove them in there." Mom asked as she looked in the little cubby area.

"Oh I--" I started.

"Oh you do have hangers?!" She said surprisingly and looked at me with a grin. "Who are you and what did you do with my son?" She joked and I fake laughed. I should be asking that question to her considering the circumstance. My mother of all people was considering myself to be acting differently when my booth was about girls licking my ass and she was perfectly fine with it.

We finished up the register and I had still brought a little sign to display my pricing and other details for the arts and crafts, but now that it didn't fit what's the point? I very hesitantly looked at it and froze in complete confusion. All of it was replaced with new text. Did the sign do all of this? I read over the text.

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I stood there stunned as my mother peered over my shoulders while she put away the remaining straps for moving the booth.

"What's this?" She asks as she reads over my shoulder. She read through the list quickly then ripped it from my hand and laughed heartily.

"What do you think?" I asked meekly and saw her almost roll over in glee as she kept reading.

"You're giving people quite the bargain here hun. Love the names of the packages too." She said with a giggle and I sighed conclusively. My fate appears to be sealed and it's all thanks to this magical sign. There wasn't much to do besides start the day.