Let the door open

As you watch the handle sink and the door start to open a great wave of tranquility rests over you, the confusion over what to do and whether what you are doing is right is replaced by a perfect evenness that could only come from one place. You do not know what is going to happen but you know that letting the door open is the right thing to happen, here and now.

The door does not open far and a tall, but not large, man with skin like coal slips in through the gap. Behind him you briefly see a couple of faces peering in, trying to catch a glance of you. He quickly shuts the door behind him and locks it, checking twice that the door is secure before turning to face you. His head cocks to one side and a wry smile breaks his lips.

"Odd choice of get-up for a gloryhole visit, unless you were planning on letting a guy in here. So you want a really hard and fast ass fucking?"

"Yes, I need it. I didn't want it when I walked in here but now I know that I need it."

You voice is calm, clear and crisp and the words seem apart from yourself, as if you are being guided to say them by some other **** but you can feel the tranquility that pervaded your being seeping away with every word and every breath. The man takes a step towards you, but considering the size of the room he is now almost face to face with you, he licks his lips and his hot minty breath cascades down with the words.

"So; you want to keep your costume on for it?"