The Prohole

Maria led the reporter to another room...through a dim back corridor, and several locked doors that opened when she keyed in a code.

"Last chance," Maria said, hesitating at the final door. "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.

There was a small booth there, with cushions, and a kind of low padded foam block set right before a hole in a wall...but the hole was sort of indented, like a broken bubble. If a person laid down on the block, they could stick their head in that indentation, and the lower half of their face would be completely exposed. Up on the left was a red light, currently off, and a slow with a bowl beneath it.

"When you're ready, you get in position. Then the light goes on, showing you're open for business. They put the money in the slot and you...go to work. If anybody gets violent, you pull out, or press the panic button."

Maria pointed to a small buzzer located near the base of the foam block, against the wall.

Lois clambered into position. Straddling the foam block wasn't unpleasant, even if it caused her pussy to spread and blue spunk to start to slowly ooze from her packed vaginal canal.

"And one more thing...there's a rental fee, and a quota. This setup takes money. So you need to bring in at least five hundred tonight. That's ten jobs. Otherwise, you owe management...and you don't want that." Maria put a note of worry into her voice.

"Me no am take all comers," Lois said, and she stared at Maria with bright violet eyes. The reporter looked a little paler than normal. "You no am watch!"