The Booth

Now you three had made it to the dosage room where the gloryhole booth stood in the center like the most glorious throne in the world.

“It’s still here,” noted the Amazon, and you remembered from the night before how Diana didn’t seem to want to use the booth.

“Ah! I forgot to change the setup,” McGee said, slapping herself on the forehead. “Sorry, I was a little distracted today.” The doctor shot you a glance but she wasn’t blaming you exactly. It was more like her sharing a moment, colleague to colleague.

“That’s fine,” said Wonder Woman, still staring at the booth. She walked over to it in what seemed like a half daze then sat in the chair without needing further prompting. McGee shrugged but wasn’t going to complain about a compliant patient and went over to place the little sticky readers on her skin. You were a quick learner too and went over to the other side of the booth where the receptacle was, but stood a little to the front so you could watch McGee place the sensors.

“You didn’t want to take a shower first?” the doctor offered before putting on the first little green pad. This seemed to snap the warrior out of her daydream and she looked down at herself.

“Oh, am I a mess?” she wondered, and you shook your head. Even if she had been working in an African village all day she still looked spotless. There was a little dirt on her leather skirt, but aside from that there didn’t appear to be a smudge on her skin or single hair out of place from her tiara.

“Well, no you look perfect,” McGee realised, and started sticking the sensors on. “Not a spot on you.”

“Well that won’t be the case for long,” the Amazon said with a grin. It was the Doctor’s turn to be taken aback, but she only paused momentarily then continued to place the pads. The look Wonder Woman gave you had your heart pumping and already you were rock hard with anticipation.

“Okay just let me check the configuration,” McGee said as she went over to a chair and sat down to the console to check the configuration. You weren’t sure if Wonder Woman wanted to fill in the idle time or genuinely wanted to have a conversation, but you definitely weren’t expecting the topic she came up with to start it.

“I looked up gloryholes on the internet last night,” she told the room, then let that little fact sit there and sink in for both of her doctors. Your eyebrows threatened to launch themselves deeper into space with how wide your eyes were now.

“You did what?” McGee blurted, swivelling around in her seat to show her own incredulous expression.

“Doctor Doe mentioned that this device reminded him of a gloryhole booth,” Wonder Woman explained. “I was curious so I did a search.” You exchanged a glance with McGee who was still in disbelief. Seeing both of your reactions but not hearing anything the Princess of Themyscira went on. “I found a few videos and watched them. I found them to be… very intriguing.”

The image this conjured in your mind was very intriguing indeed, imagining the superhero up late at night watching gloryhole porn in the dark of her… Wonder Cave? McGee seemed less than thrilled by the notion however.

“Diana I don’t think that’s wise,” she said, to which Wonder Woman frowned. “We don’t know what could trigger your symptoms. Watching that kind of material… especially something so specific and similar to your condition could be dangerous.” It was a fair point, you thought, and you watched Wonder Woman consider the doctor’s warnings while also wonder how many glory hole videos McGee had watched herself.

“My belief is that the fight is in the mind as well as the body,” she said calmly. “It is the ultimate battle against temptation is it not? Should I shy away from a conflict simply because of the risk? I am an Amazon Warrior, Tina. I am Princess of Themyscira. I am Wonder Woman. I must fortify myself and-”

“Okay! Okay!” McGee conceded, putting her hands up. Wonder Woman had gotten to her feet at this point of her inspirational speech but you were sure the Doctor wasn’t really buying it. Or at least she wasn’t 100% convinced the superhero’s porn watching was just a case of her training her mind against the temptation of her addiction.

With a quick glance at her watch, Doctor McGee pulled a drawer out of the console and picked up a pair of medical gloves. You remembered now that you had no use of your hands and realised the doctor was ready to take care of you herself for this extraction. This got you extra excited and your heart was thudding.

“Can I try it?” Diana piped up, and both of you looked to the Amazon questioningly. “I see that Doctor Doe cannot perform the extraction himself,” she said. “Perhaps I can lend a hand.” The smile she had on her perfect face wasn’t especially lewd, but your blood was boiling now. McGee seemed at a loss for words with how Wonder Woman was acting but now didn’t seem overly opposed to the idea. She instead looked to you, one hand halfway still halfway through snapping on the glove she was readily about to wank you off with. It seemed like she thought it was your call. What a choice.