The woman in front of me laughs, still grinding her pussy on me as her hand wanders up my leg and beneath my dress. Her finger traces the line of my panties. “What do you say, princess?”
Excitement and hesitation fill me in equal measures, and my mouth opens and closes like I’m a fish out of water. But I’m silent a moment too long it seems because, as one, the man releases his hold on me, the woman removes her hand and they both take a step back.
“No worries. We’re moving to room fourteen if you change your mind,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth once more before slipping away.
I’m left reeling in the middle of the room when another stray hand touches my ass. For some reason, the allure of the moment is suddenly gone, and I find myself wanting to get out.
I move towards the wall the best I can and keep my hand on it as I head towards the exit sign. When I finally make it through the door, something like relief washes through me, and I find another man standing guard outside. He gives me a polite nod, and I nod in response as I all but stumble down the hall.
I pass by a mirror and pause to take in my reflection. What looks like black lipstick is smeared all over my face, and there’s a red mark on my neck that looks like a mixture between a hickey and a scratch from the man’s beard.
I do my best to wipe the black lipstick from my face then continue down the hall. Wow. That was… something. It was overwhelming and overstimulating but oddly empowering and exhilarating. Though I’m not sure I loved the idea of so many people having access to me at once, I can’t deny that the anonymity that room provided gave my confidence a boost I didn’t know was possible.
I’m walking a little taller, with a little swagger in my hips almost. It’s unlike me in every way, shape and form, but I kinda like it.
Chapter Two
Naomi
As I’m moving through the club, another wall plaque catches my attention.
Glory Hole Hall.
I hesitate only for a moment before I open the corresponding door and find a worker standing there, one hallway to his left and one to his right.
He smiles at me politely. “Welcome. Will you be giving or receiving tonight?”
My mind goes blank for a moment. “Um, like sex or… other stuff?” I ask, hating how unsure I sound.
He nods like he understands completely. “The limits are set by you and your consenting partner. If you would like to offer, say, oral, you only need to rest your mouth at the start of your designated hole. You’re able to communicate between the wall should your desires change.”
I swallow and nod. “I’d like to try giving… oral, that is… um, please?”
Fuck. Shoot me in the goddamn face. Could I be any more cringe?
“Right this way then,” he says, gesturing towards the left hallway. “Number six. Enjoy.”
“Thanks, you too,” I say and hurry off down the hallway.
Then I pause. You too? Christ on a corndog, Nay.
Shaking my head, I continue down the corridor before rounding a corner to find a line of doors, almost all of them closed except for the one with a six on the door. Carefully, I step inside and shut the door behind me. There’s a light in the ceiling, nice maroon walls surrounding me and a fluffy white carpet beneath me. I also see several stools, benches and pads for… well, comfort, I suppose?
Of course, the most obvious part of the room is the hole in the wall. Probably six inches in diameter, though I expected it to be bigger. I mean, I know some people fuck through these things. How would that even work?
Turning my head to the side, I slowly lift one leg up and scoot closer to the wall, simulating what you’d need to do just to get your pussy close enough for penetration. Unfortunately for me, my balance isn’t the best in flat shoes, let alone stilettos, and I go down hard.
I land on the floor with a hard thud. “Shit.”
“You okay over there?” a man’s voice calls through the wall.
Embarrassment hits me, and I can feel my cheeks heat as I scramble to my feet. “Y-Yeah, yes. I’m fine.”
“Cool, get to sucking then,” he says before I hear the sound of a zipper and he pushes his cock through the hole.
I wrinkle my nose in distaste. At his words and, frankly, his dick. I’ve seen plenty of cocks in porn, none in real life, but that’s beside the point. I’ve seen enough to know that they shouldn’t look like… that.
Still, this is part of the experience… I guess.