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If you're an avid reader of my other works, some of the names in this story may sound familiar. I suppose you could consider this story some world building! If that's something you're enjoying, please let me know with comments and feedback! I'm definitely trying something risky, so any of your thoughts are very welcome. As always, enjoy!
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"Hey, Daniel, what seems to be the problem?" Jillian asked as she walked into Jupiter's. Jupiter's was a one-stop shop for all types of clothing, and on the main road of a small New England town, it was constantly bustling. Jillian was the owner, a hardworking woman, always willing to roll up her sleeves and tackle a new project. Today, however, she had no sleeves to roll up, wearing a tank top and jeans, the latter hugging her wide, maternal hips, accentuating the bouncing curve of her rear end.
Just a few minutes ago, she had been at home, relaxing by the pool on her day off when she got a call from her employee. On the phone, all Daniel had said was that there was a maintenance issue. She continued, "You said something needs to be fixed?"
"A customer complained, they said that there's a busted wall in one of the dressing rooms. I checked it out and covered it with some paper so no one can see through the broken spot, but it still needs to be fixed." Daniel explained.
"Oh man," Jillian groaned. Aside from her kid, Jupiter's was her life, and every penny that wasn't going towards her son went towards the upkeep of the store. Now, she had to go repair a broken wall, which probably meant spending too much money at the hardware store.
"You're good with your hands, and I know you don't trust contractors, so I called you." Daniel gave her a weak smile, still feeling bad for interrupting her day off.
"Yeah, yeah, that was the right call. Thanks for the heads up. Did you lock the door so no one accidentally uses it?" She asked.
"Of course. Here you go," he reached under the counter and pulled out a small key on a thin keychain. "It's the one at the end of the row, on the left. I put a sign on the door." Jillian took the key from him and sighed.
"All right, I'll go check it out. I just hope the damage isn't too bad. Money is tight as is, another big expense is really going to set me back." She shot Daniel a small frown, who shrugged in return. "Just keep things running smoothly up here." Jillian said before walking towards the back of the store.
As she made her way through different departments, divided by clothing racks and half-walls, Jillian looked around at the customers around her. Summer was coming to an end, school had just started back up, and parents were taking their children back-to-school shopping; additionally, the store's Labor Day sale was in full swing, so frugal shoppers were bargain hunting for the best deals.
We're no Wal-Mart,
Jillian thought to herself.
But we're still pretty busy for a Sunday afternoon.
Passing the threshold from the floor of the store to the small corridor that held the dressing rooms, Jillian felt the environment change. There wasn't the active air conditioning blowing back there like it was up front, so the air was warmer and, just slightly, heavier on her soft skin. Also, the light pop music that filled the floor was almost muted in the back. Jillian could barely make out the words of the singer, mostly hearing the bass line and the occasional high note.
As she strode down the hallway, passing door after door of dressing rooms, she counted that only the first two of the fifteen were in use, currently occupied by what she deduced to be friends trying on swimsuits, chatting as they changed. By the time she got to the end of the line of doors, she couldn't help but realize how quiet it had gotten. The music was almost entirely absent, and she could hear herself breathing.
"Out of order," Jillian read the sign taped to the front of the door aloud. Daniel had scribbled the note onto a sheet of printer paper with a big marker. She inserted the small key into the lock, opening the door, before entering and shutting the door behind her. As she stuffed the key into her pocket, she noticed another piece of paper taped to the wall between her and the next changing room. It was lower, down by her waist. Nothing was scrawled on this one, and Jillian approached it with confusion before grabbing hold of one corned and pulling it off the wall. She couldn't help but let out a small gasp upon seeing what was behind the paper, letting the sheet fall to the floor as she looked on at the gloryhole carved in the changing room wall.
Oh my god!
Jillian thought to herself.
Oh my god, that's a—a gloryhole!
She could hardly believe what she was looking at. It had been the better part of two decades since Jillian was in college, but she knew a gloryhole when she saw one.
Years ago, when she had been a student, Jillian joined a sorority and found out she loved to party. At one frat house in particular, Jillian had discovered a love for gloryholes, and quickly stacked up an impressive resume of encounters. By the time she graduated, though she had made sure to remain anonymous, there were rumors all around the campus about which co-ed's mouth was on the other side of the gloryhole in the infamous frat house. However, when she graduated, Jillian decided to leave that part of her life in the past. Two decades later, she was almost fifty, a single mother who owned her own business, and, because of her busy schedule, hadn't been laid in months. Now, she stood in a dressing room in the store she owned, staring at a hole carved in the wall. Almost instinctually, she dropped to her knees, examining it closer.
I can't believe this...
Jillian thought, amazed. Someone had been using her store to get off, and she had no clue until now! With the hole at eye-level, she noticed a thin strip of tape around the interior of the carving. She thought back to her college days and remembered that a lining of tape ensured a smooth surface, so there'd be no worry about splinters or scratches. Still in awe, she reached up with one hand and traced her finger around the hole, feeling the tape, before resting two fingers at the base of the gloryhole. That was the universal sign for "good to go," and Jillian had fond memories of tapping her fingers before receiving a wonderful, rock-hard gift from a random frat boy on the other side.
The distinct sound of a zipper unzipping ripped through the air, and Jillian felt a chill go down her spine.
The sound was unmistakable, and Jillian knew exactly what it was as soon as she'd heard it. In the room next door, someone was unzipping their pants. She felt two fingers tap hers from the other side of the hole, so she pulled her hand back. Then, before she could react, Jillian watched as a large cock emerged from the gloryhole, jutting out into her dressing room, stopping mere inches from her startled face.
Oh my god!
She thought, realizing she had been holding her breath. Jillian exhaled, and watched the member in front of her twitch hard at her hot breath. On the other side of the wall, she could here someone let out a small, almost inaudible grunt.
I thought I put this chapter of my life behind me,
