The Lesbian Gloryhole

A week later, Sarah and Natalie took Luisa to show her the new lesbian gloryhole. It turned out to just be a small room that had been built into the first floor women's restroom. It had a discrete door, and a rug covering the tile floor, but otherwise looked pretty basic.

"We have a small budget for decorating, but haven't had time yet," explained Sarah.

The centerpiece of the room was a comfortable-looking chair with narrow armrests. "We picked this one particularly in case the, umm, clients, want to hook their legs up over the arms of the chair for... better access," said Sarah. Luisa thought she seemed a little nervous, which struck her as odd considering that she was going to be the one doing the servicing.

On the floor in front of the chair was a cushion. "This is where you'll kneel," said Sarah. "Under the chair is a panic button." She bent down to show Luisa a small button mounted on the underside of the chair. "This rings a buzzer in my office and in Natalie's office. We don't expect any trouble, but we figured that because you'll be in here with the clients, you might appreciate some security."

"Thanks, Sarah!" said Luisa. "That's really thoughtful of you."

"Over here is where the mask is stored," said Natalie, opening a small cupboard in a corner of the room. "You will wear this to provide some anonymity." She pulled it out. It was made of a black, satiny material. It had a strap so it could be kept in place, and two coverings for her eyes. A blindfold. "You can also store your clothes in here during your sessions."

"My clothes?" she asked. It took her a second to catch up. "Wait, no! I don't mind this experiment, but being naked as well? Doesn't that seem a bit... too exposed?"

"Not at all," said Sarah. "Or rather, yes, you'll be a bit exposed. But, it's the same as in the men's gloryhole, and it's an important piece for equity. This was a direct request from the LWG and crucial to the proper functioning of the room."

Luisa took a breath. Sarah's argument made sense to her, she supposed. "As long as there's no touching," she stated.

"Definitely no touching," said Natalie. "You press the panic button if that happens."

"And rules posted on the wall," continued Luisa.

"I'll take care of that when we decorate," said Sarah.

Luisa sighed. "Ok. When do I start?"

"How about tomorrow?"

The next morning, Luisa saw a new appointment in her online calendar for the gloryhole session. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this... she'd never been attracted to women, or interested in them sexually in any way. But at the same time, she approached her cock-sucking duties as a kind of rote, mechanical act (albeit with a bit of roleplay), and she figured she could do the same for women as well. Luisa knew herself to be a team player and she wanted to help out the department and advance the causes of equity and women's rights.

At five minutes before the hour, she locked her office and walked down to the first floor bathroom. On her way in, she was stopped by Sarah.

"One last thing," said Sarah. 'Uh oh,' thought Luisa. "Natalie pointed out that, because some women will want to remain fully anonymous, they may not want to talk. So, we put up rules saying they can gently push on your head to, you know, tell you when to start. I just wanted to warn you since you'd asked about 'no touching' yesterday."

It seemed reasonable enough. "Ok, thank you Sarah," said Luisa. Then she turned and walked into the women's restroom, and from there through the door into the new gloryhole.

Sarah had decorated a bit. A small lamp stood on the cupboard and gave a warmer light to the room than the fluorescent overheads, which were now turned off. Tapestries were hung from the wall, further giving the room a cozy feeling. 'I guess women's rooms don't need to be quite as fluid-proof as men's', thought Luisa.

Luisa shut the door and began taking off her clothes. She folded each piece and set it in the cupboard, pulled out the blindfold, then shut the cupboard. Thinking ahead, she set an alarm on her phone so that she would be able to know when her session ended. Finally, she kicked off her shoes and, completely naked, turned toward her cushion.

That's when she saw herself. On the back of the door, twice as big as life, was a headshot of her. It was a rather nice photo -- the lighting was good, she was smiling, and her hair looked pretty. Arranged around the photo, styled as word balloons coming from her mouth, were the rules for the gloryhole.

"I want to get you off!" said one. "Guide my head where you want it!" said another. "Call me anything, I like dirty talk!" said a third.

'Ugh', thought Luisa. She knelt in front of the chair, put the mask firmly over her head, and waited.