For the next few nights, I continued to service the space-time glory hole clients to the best of my ability, making sure that every one of them came bucket loads (quite literally, in some cases), but the knowledge that it would all soon end, that the glory hole would close forever and the stockroom would go back to being just a regular old GAP stockroom, filled me with such a feeling of dread, that I could barely function otherwise.
My GAP colleagues even commented on my mood change; I had been in such great spirits for the last few months that it had unexpectedly affected my performance at the GAP: my sales were through the roof and I had been our store's employee of the month for the last few running. But all of that changed when the facilitator told me the glory hole would close in a week. I could barely talk to customers, I no longer cared about a crisp fold, and I didn't give a shit about helping people find the perfect fitting jeans. I was too sad about losing the glory hole.
Too soon, the week was up and it was the last night of the space-time glory hole in the GAP stockroom. I started my last official glory hole shift as I did any other, with a quick chat with the facilitator. I had pleaded with them all week to try to change things and keep the glory hole open, but they insisted there was nothing they could do, so I decided not to waste my breath on my last night. I was more or less resigned to the terrible fate.
"Hey, bud," the voice said. "I know you're really sad tonight, but we have a special return client who wants to see you specifically, so can you put on a happy face, well, happy hands and mouth and feet, and service them with those fantastic skills that all of your clients have raved about?"
I was a bit offended by the implication that I might not service a client well - I know I didn't give a shit about GAP work stuff anymore, but caring about that had only been an accident of being happy for the last few months. I had ALWAYS cared about doing the best job possible at the glory hole, and nothing would change that.
"Of course!" I snapped. "What do you take me for? I will not send a client away unhappy, and certainly not a returning client!"
"Okay, okay, my bad," said the voice, thoroughly chastised. "I'm sorry for suggesting otherwise. I know you always do a great job. It's just that I know that you are unhappy about the glory hole closing. So am I - I have enjoyed working with you these last few months! But I do think you will be really pleased to see this client again. I'll catch up with you when you're finished to give you your final payment, have a great last shift!
I knew the facilitator could see through the glory hole - they were the only one who could see what was happening on both sides - so I didn't give them the finger, even though I really wanted to. I know, I know, I was being a sulky baby.
A couple of minutes later, the client's member appeared through the glory hole. I recognized it instantly - the gorgeous purple, teal and mint tentacle from my very first glory hole shift! I have to admit, a tiny bit of the sadness about the hole's imminent closing disappeared, at least for the time being. I was stoked to get a chance to service this client again! If it had to end, at least it was going out in the best way possible.
I had also learned so much in the months since I'd last seen this client, I had a few new tricks up my sleeve that I couldn't wait to share.
The tentacle started feeling around the room like it had the first time, gently picking up objects and putting them down. I watched it for a moment, marveling at its beauty. But I didn't wait too long to move to it and start stroking the back of it, I couldn't wait to get started.
The tentacle froze for a second when I touched it, and then shivered with what seemed like delight. It clearly was as happy to be with me again as I was with it! I began with long, firm strokes on the smooth side, as a warm up, and planned to move to the suckers in a few moments. I didn't want to rush things, both with this client and because it was the last night. I relished the feel of the cool, smooth skin beneath my hands, and was engrossed in watching the mint and teal spots light up at different points and feeling it tremble while I worked.
I was so into what I was doing, that I jumped when I felt a soft nudge on my back. I was not expecting anyone else and immediately freaked out that one of my GAP colleagues had come back to the store, so I whirled around, only to be confronted by a second tentacle. It was a twin to the first, so clearly was attached to the same client. Holy crap, it had multiple tentacles? Sure enough, a third, fourth and fifth tentacle appeared through the hole, and it was all I could do not to exclaim in amazement. I had serviced a client with multiple tentacles before, of course, so I wasn't worried about what to do with so many, I was just shocked that my first client, who had such a special place in my heart, had so many more appendages than I knew (and I didn't even know if this was all of them). It was exciting!
All of the other tentacles came toward me to join the first. I started stoking the smooth side of another one with my other hand as I watched to see what the three remaining would do. They just hung in the air for a few moments, lightly trembling in time with the two that were being rubbed. And then two of them started pulling at my clothes. I couldn't believe it, in all the months of working for the space-time glory hole, my clothes had stayed on, as the action was never about me. But was I going to participate in more than just a servicing-only capacity tonight? I got hard immediately.
The tentacles were very dexterous and managed to pull my shirt over my head; I only had to remove my hands for a second as I raised them to assist with the shirt removal. Once that was gone, the tentacles started rubbing all over my naked torso, the suckers grabbing on for a moment here and there, leaving circular red marks all over my body. They soon moved down to start the task of removing my pants, and then the last tentacle, which had been kind of hanging back while the shirt removal was happening, moved over to place a couple of its suckers directly over my nipples, beginning a suck and release pattern that drove me nuts (in a good great way). I think I started trembling then too!
My pants and underwear were removed speedily, and I was left in just my shoes and socks, my dick as hard as a rock, still rubbing two tentacles and having my nipples sucked by a third. I watched as one of the tentacles that had just removed my clothes moved down to my dick, nudging it a little at first and then clamping a sucker on the end and a few down the length, causing me to cry out at the deliciousness of it all.
Because I was enjoying the sucking on my dick so much, I was only vaguely aware that the last tentacle had covered itself in the purple liquid from its suckers, until it disappeared behind me and I felt a slimy limb nudging at my asshole. My eyes and mouth went wide in surprise and then two things happened at once: the tentacle that had been sucking my nipples slipped into my mouth just as the tentacle nudging at my asshole pushed inside.
Now, before I continue, I feel there are a couple of things I need to clarify:
1) I have mentioned before that the tentacles are the width of a 2 litre bottle. 'Ouch!' you might be thinking. They are indeed, but they taper off for the last 7 or so inches until the tip, so are much easier to fit into mouths and buttholes, at least for that first bit. So, not so much 'ouch!' as 'oh yeah!'
2) I was finally getting some action from the space-time glory hole and I fucking loved it!!!
Back to our regularly scheduled story...
I was full of tentacles. All I knew at that moment was writhing, slimy, sucking, wet pleasure. Holy fuck, it felt good. I sucked for the life of me on the tentacle in my mouth. My hands were vigorously stroking two others, which had turned so that my attentions were on the sucker side of each. One tentacle was going at it in my ass, slowly in and out at first, and then faster and harder, going deeper with each thrust. And the last tentacle was attuned to my dick, its suckers moving up and down and around the head and shaft in a way that felt more amazing then anything I have ever felt before. One of the suckers was even gently sucking on my balls, until I felt like every part of me was going to burst and shower the stockroom in jizz and bliss.
While I normally was completely focussed on the client's pleasure, I was a little distracted this time due to having every orifice filled with tentacle. But I still tried my best to ensure that the client was enjoying the session as much as I was, rubbing and sucking until my hands and face were completely covered in sweet-smelling purple juice.
The sensations in every part of my body grew until I knew I couldn't keep it in any longer. Thankfully, the trembling in the tentacles in my mouth and hands had increased in intensity, so I knew the client was close too. Finally, we came at the exact same time; every one of the client's suckers on each tentacle spewing a torrent of purple ejaculate, covering me and it and the stockroom around us, while its tentacles jerked and spasmed, both inside and outside of my body. My release was just as cataclysmic, I grunted a long guttural sound while my body tensed and my dick let forth its own eruption of sticky white that shot down the length of the closest tentacle.
It was several moments before I could see clearly again; I was riding the waves of my orgasm and did not want it to end. I'm not sure when the tentacles were withdrawn from my various holes and body parts. I must have fallen to the ground at some point, at least, that's where I found myself when my wits returned; lying on the ground, naked except for my shoes and socks, body and limbs feeling like jelly, covered in ejaculate from both me and the client, the beautiful tentacles draped over and around me as though they too were reluctant to move ever again.
