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This was back in University... I had a summer job at Healthy grocery store... (organic fruit and veg, bulk food, etc.). There was this one cashier that used to flirt with me all the time... One night it was just the two of us closing the store. In order to close the store you had to lock all the doors, turn off the lights, set the alarm and exit by the back door. Essentially this space is just the top of the stairs to the basement, a door to outside, a door into the shop and the top of the conveyor belt they used to take supplies to the basement coolers and storage. A small space.
As I am obout to lock the backdoor, she spins me around and plants a big wet kiss on me... Well one thing leads to another and we have our hands all over each other. The only place for us to get more comfortable without going somewhere else is to lay down on the conveyor belt. Before I know it we are going at it like rabbits... the only thing is, she is a screamer. You know the type... moaning and carrying on like a porn film with the volume turned up...
Suddenly, movement... one of us has hit the big green button and the conveyor belt is moving. Still fucking, we ride the conveyor slowly into the basement.
When we reach the bottom, I try to reach up and hit the big red stop button... only she starts to writhe and scream in earnest... I figure I'm doing something right so I move away from the Stop button to keep doing what I'm doing... Then I hear, my hair!
The screams are no longer passion but something much more horrible... I quickly slap the emergency stop!
Her long, thick, dark hair has become caught in the chain drive at the bottom of the conveyor... she was about two seconds from being scalped.
I managed to get a lot of her hair out of the chain (which was extremely greasy)... the rest I had to cut to get her free. In the end, she left a chunk of her hair in the conveyor and had a big dreadlock of matted hair...
For months after, evertime I would walk by the conveyor, I would see her hair tangled in the contraption. I don't know if anyone else ever saw it or wondered how it got there.
I saw her a few more times at work but she never really flirted with me again...
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