The Fuckhole

Maria led the reporter to another room...through a dim back corridor, and several locked doors that opened when she keyed in a code. They ended up at a quieter part of the club—Lois could hear the music and smell the booze and sweat. She rubbed her legs together.

"Last chance," Maria hesitated at the final door, which had to be open by a key. "Look this...isn't like the other gloryhole. That's for fun, this is business."

"Me am not ready," Lois purred, one hand rubbing her belly.

"Okay..." and the pink-and-red haired woman opened the door.

It was a men's room—clean white tile and institutional beige walls, fluorescent lighting. One sink, with a crusty-looking soap dispenser. One toilet, with a handicap rail and a dispenser for sanitary covers. One urinal, with a coin-operated condom dispenser above it.

One hole in the wall, a lube dispenser attached to the wall. Through the hole, Lois could make out a mattress, handlebars, a television.

"That's where you go." Maria spoke quietly. Just climb in and make yourself comfortable. The clients pay for the key to use the bathroom...and you. They do whatever, and then leave." She took a breath. "If any of them get...rough, or whatever, you can just pull yourself through the hole, okay? Get away. We have security right outside, but not in the room itself, so..."

"Me no am understand?" Lois smiled and gave a thumb down. "Me an no going to get cocks! Lose a lot of money!"

"...right," Maria licked her lips. "Anyway, climb on through. Once you're situated, I'll lock the door behind me. I'll come and check on you when I can okay?"

The reporter smiled and climbed through the hole. She found that she could lay on her belly on the mattress, a pillow under her chin, and stand with her feet on on the tile of the bathroom. A kind of curtain could be arranged to hand down and conceal the room and the rest of her from view. Cool air brushed her wet pussy lips.

Maria's voice mumbled something—Lois couldn't hear it through the curtain—but she felt the wad of toilet paper that carefully wiped up the remaining blue cum dripping from her snatch. A moment later, she felt the vibration as the door closed, her ass hanging out into the empty bathroom.

Me no am open for business! Lois' crooked thoughts ran excitedly.