Getting some cash

"What the fuck, we still have to pay them?" Emily says angrily to her friend as they step outside.

Val seems to be leading the two of them down the street somewhere. They them remain linked arm in arm, supporting one another as they walk. Their legs are still waking up after being down on their knees for so long in the shop.

"I guess so. Trust me, the sooner we make our peace with, it the better." Val responds.

"So where are we going now then? Is there an ATM somewhere that you know about?" Emily asks.

"There aren't any in this area. I think they kept getting robbed. But I know a place nearby where we can make some quick cash." Val responds.

"What? How?" Emily says, extremely suspicious at the sound of this place.

"You'll see when we get there." Val responds.

"I don't know Val..." Emily says hesitantly.

"Just trust me. I think you'll like it there." Val says with a grin on her face.

Emily holds her tongue and simply allows her friend to lead her onwards. Val continues leading them through the streets of this dodgy side of town. Thankfully, the two young women reach their destination uninterrupted, but Emily is quite surprised when they arrive.

Val pauses a moment outside, allowing Emily enough time to take in their location. The two of them are stood directly in front of what appears to be an adult store. Some sort of sex shop advertising 'adult videos' and 'sex toys'. It doesn't seem to have a name, simply marked with a bright green neon sign saying 'XXX' out the front. Underneath the sign is a counter reading 'Rooms occupied: 0'.

"What... what are we doing here?" Emily asks tentatively, staring wide-eyed at the seedy venue.

"This shop offers a... service... which we can volunteer for to make some quick cash." Val says.

"And what service is that exactly!?" Emily asks, not liking the sound of this one bit.

"Have you ever heard of a... gloryhole?" Val asks hesitantly.

"No, what is that?" Emily asks her friend.

"It's like... a hole in the wall... and a man sticks his dick through it... and you, you know... get him off." Val responds, perhaps even a little reserved herself.

"What?! You can't seriously be suggesting that we... that's basically prostitution!" Emily shouts, ignoring the fact she's probably loud enough for others to hear on the street.

"Not exactly. You don't get paid directly by the men themselves, the gloryholes are technically free for them to use. The idea is that you attract customers to the store, then they buy some adult videos or something, and then the shop pays you $20 an hour. So technically not prostitution." Val says, almost sounding a little impressed.

Emily thinks over this lucrative system which technically allows the store to avoid being branded as a brothel. She doesn't exactly specialise in this area of the law, but from what she does know, they may, strictly speaking, be on the right side of the law here.

"That's insane!" She exclaims, still not quite on board with the idea of whoring herself out with extra steps.

"Well do you have any better ideas?" Val asks impatiently.

"Why don't we just get a taxi somewhere and use an ATM?" Emily says, thinking up any other ideas.

"Well for one hardly any taxis come to this part of town. We'd have to walk all the way back to the club to find one. Also... I'm not exactly sure that I have another sixty dollars in my account." Val says with an embarrassed face.

"What do you mean? How could you not have the money?" Emily asks, perplexed.

"Well, my OnlyFans hasn't exactly kicked off quite yet. I've kinda been relying on Marco for money recently. He's been loaning some out to me whilst I wait for things to get going..." Val says sheepishly.

Emily stares at her friend in silent disbelief. She had no idea that her financial situation could be this dire. If this were true, then her friend really did have no other choice but to make use of this store's... 'service'. Tonight she had found out just how much of a slut her friend was, but could she really be willing to go inside and suck, fuck and swallow whatever stranger chose to stick his dick through a hole in the wall. Just thinking about it had her cheeks blushing with shame. That's when another thought pops into her mind. Imagine how her piece of shit husband would react seeing her in there. Pleasuring men who she presumably wouldn't even see the face of. His precious wife whoring herself out for $20 an hour for whatever stranger happened to walk through this door. The look on his face alone would be worth the inevitable degrading feeling and humiliation. She lets out a deep sigh before responding to her friend.

"So... no one will be able to see my face in there? It'll basically be completely anonymous." Emily asks her friend.

"That's right, they won't see a thing. The only people who will know you were ever here will be you, me and the shop owner." Val says with a hopeful look as her friend considers things over.

How had it all come to this. When she left home this evening she had no idea what she was in for. This night had gotten so out of hand so many times now. What was one more time.

"Alright fine. Let's just make this quick." Emily says, resigning to her fate.

"Well, we'll have to stay the full three hours or we won't make the sixty dollars. Which means we'll really have to hurry back and apologise for being late." Val responds.

"Whatever, let's just get inside before anyone sees us standing out here." Emily says hurriedly.

Val leads her friend inside and approaches the shopkeeper. He's an older looking black man, perhaps around sixty. He looks bored until he sees the two of them enter, at which point his eyes light up as he eyeballs the two fine young women in their promiscuous outfits.

"How can I help you ladies this fine evening?" He says politely, hardly making an effort to lift his eyes from Emily's cleavage.

Emily takes a look around the store as she enters. She had never been inside a sex shop before and wasn't exactly sure what to expect. Just like any other store, the walls are lined with products separated into sections. The big difference is what exactly those sections are. On one side is a wall covered top to bottom with porn films of every variety. Emily couldn't imagine they sold very well given the dawn of internet pornography. All the other walls were littered with sex toys that Emily had never even seen the likes of. There were buttplugs, dildos, anal beads, vibrators, whips, rope and just about anything else you could possibly imagine. She didn't even know what half of them were used for, with her extremely limited sexual experience.

"We were hoping to... ummm... make use of your... gloryhole service." Val says to the man behind the counter, nervously biting her lip as she does so.

"I see. Is this your first time with us?" The man says, grabbing some keys from under the counter.

"That's right." Val says.

"I thought so, I'd remember to fine young women such as yourselves." He says with a grin, looking their bodies up and down.

"Come on through." The man says, leading the girls to a door at the back of the store.

He takes them out the back to a hallway with a series of several closed doors on either side. Some doors have a neon sign on up above reading occupied, none of which are lit. As far as Emily can gather, these are the ones that her and Val will be entering through. Either side of each of these doors is two more unlabelled doors, presumably for the men to use.

"Will the two of you be sharing a room, or separate?" The man asks politely.

"Separate please. I'm assuming we get paid per room?" Val asks.

Emily laughs a little internally at the fact this is the second time tonight they've been asked this question. However, since the last time they were asked, the two have gotten much more closely acquainted.

"That's right. Well, whoever's up first, step on inside." The man says, opening up one of the doors.

Emily looks inside to see a small, unfurnished room with grey walls all around. The only notable features are several holes in the walls on either side and a television screen mounted on the back wall. She's immediately taken aback when she sees that the TV is playing a porn film. Emily had never even watched porn before in her life. She stares at the screen intently, at first struggling to even work out what's going on in the sea of flesh displayed before her. Upon further examination, she watches as one white woman is being fucked in her mouth, pussy and even her asshole by three black men at the same time. Just seeing such an obscene act taking place on screen is enough to make her blush with embarrassment. To her surprise, however, this isn't the only effect that seeing this film has on her. Not for the first time this evening, a warm feeling fills her loins as her mind is filled with the sensation she now knows to be a perverse arousal. Emily does her best to hide the shameful feeling taking over her body, but she knows that if someone lifted her skirt right now they'd find her pussy wetter than ever before.

"I suppose that's me." Val says, stepping inside the room.

Emily notices that her friend's eyes are also lingering on the TV screen.

"Alright, well if you hit that button there, the timer will start. All you gotta do is sit and wait for a customer to arrive and then I trust that you know what to do." The mans says.

"I do." Val says with a nod.

She hits the button and the timer on the wall starts, counting up in seconds. Emily notices the neon light above the door also light up, advertising her friend's presence in this unholy room. She can imagines the man will be ticking over the counter out the front of the store soon enough too, sealing their fates.

"Alright, well when you're done, just hit the button again and I'll come get you. We keep the door locked for your safety. You get paid for each complete hour you stay in here." He says with a serious tone.

"Ok, got it." Val says.

With that, the man shuts the door before locking it with his key, trapping Emily's friend inside. He then leads her down the hall to the next room, opening it up and giving her similar instructions.

"Have fun." He says with a sly wink as he shuts the door on her.

Emily hears the sound of the lock clicking shut, trapping her inside this room and sealing her fate for the next three hours. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before averting her attention to the screen behind her. The same film is playing here. As ashamed as she was to admit it, she was glad to have it for entertainment whilst she waited inside.