Phlaming Stripper

One evening, working in an extended hours chemist, a fairly attractive woman with a fit body came in to ask some advice. Unfortunately, I was busy serving other customers at the time, so my female pre-registrant pharmacist – graduated from university but not yet registered as a pharmacist (an intern) – assisted the woman.

The pre-registrant pharmacist and the woman disappeared into the counseling room, leaving myself and another assistant to handle the last few customers. I trusted this pre-registrant knew what she was doing, so left her to handle the situation on her own.

Upon emerging from the counseling room, the attractive woman purchased a burn cream and a couple hydro-active dressings from my pre-registrant pharmacist.

Once the attractive woman left, there were no more customers remaining in the store and my pre-registrant pharmacist sauntered back to the dispensary counter with a cheeky grin. She then gloated, “Guess what, Mal?” and before I could respond, said, “I got to see her boobs!”

“Yeah, well. I’ve seen plenty of boobs before,” I retorted.

She laughed then spoke with a slick tongue, “She told me she’s a stripper and she does a show where she rubs a flame over her body. She puts sorbolene cream all over herself just beforehand so that she doesn’t burn her skin, but she missed a tiny spot on one of her boobs and burnt herself a little.”



… mmm… boobs…



Oh sorry. I got carried away a little. I responded, “So were they real or fake?”

The Perphormer's Phlurry

Late on a Saturday night, an impressive looking Eurasian girl (hey, I'm only telling you what I saw!) approaches the counter and asks me for something for an upset stomach. I ask her what her symptoms are, of which she explains and requests something non-drowsy as she is at work.

I recommend a product to relax the cramping feeling she has in her stomach and reduce the chance of any 'accidents' leaking out the 'bomb bay.' I put the transaction through the till and then asked, "So, doing the late night at a pub?"

"No, a club actually," She replied. "Strip club up the street. I arrived at work and they said, 'You're on in 15 minutes,' and I was like, 'I've got to run to the chemist real quick!'"


Moral: Strippers are people too... Sometimes really hot people! (Hey, lay off! You'd be thinking it too if you saw her!)