The following information was obtained by me, an investigative reporter from the files of a diary which was evidence in the case of a missing girl. The entries were a series of events both disturbing and a little arousing to me admittedly. My name is Jason Brant. I am an investigative reporter for the Sentinel News Paper. I felt like this story could be a definite break-through in the disappearance of the young girl. I was unable to obtain neither the computer files nor the hard-drive off of the girl's computer. Both the police and FBI are attempting to decipher the girl's computer hard drive. I am typing this sequence of events to better explain the facts I know about. Hopefully, I can assist with her whereabouts.
The missing girl's name is Coco Rodrigues, nineteen, and a sophomore at the local college studying to be a teacher or psychology major that was up for debate according to her friends. She has shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, pouty lips; she's 116 pounds and is about 5'03" in height. Coco was last seen entering a local Matinee Movie Theater five days ago and still no sign of her return. However I, Jason Brant, was able to obtain clues using the victim's diary. I will take you back to what I believe is the beginning of this young ladies surreal life style which may have led to her disappearance.
January 28
Dear diary; today was pretty amazing. I have been accepted into a sisterhood of sorts. I met Darla Pennington my roomie who has a nice car and we went to the local Matinee Movie Theater where we actually watched a funny movie called the Forty Year Old Virgin. It was hilarious. After the movie, we both had to go to the bathroom. Both Darla and I went to the bathroom but heard some strange noises coming from the other men's bathroom. We heard a girl's voice and several men sounding as if they were having a great time.
When Darla and I exited the ladies room we noticed another girl exiting the men's room. She had what appeared to be ejaculate in her hair, blouse, and chin area. Darla called her a no good cum slut. I was in shock.
February 2
Dear diary; I tried to get closure on what I had seen that day at the movie theater. I ran into the girl who was called names by Darla at the college library. She looked sweet, innocent, with wire rimmed glasses, and her hair held back by a squishy hair holder. I decided to ask her was she assaulted and needed a witness because I hated injustice. I felt this way because most of the fraternities on campus were male ego driven.
I was shocked when she told me to mind my own business. I attempted to explain that I wasn't making fun of her no matter what my friend said about her. She looked into my eyes without batting her own and said, "Listen girl just mind your own fucking business. I wanted to be where I was at okay end of story." I was embarrassed as she stood up with her books but forgot her purse in her hurry to leave me.
February 3
Dear diary; I believe I made a friend for life. Today, I returned the purse to Helen Whittle the girl who forgot her purse and who I recognized as being in the men's room at the Movie Theater. I called to her, she turned wondering how I knew her name but then I held out her purse as if it were a peace offering. She smiled at me and ran over to me. I explained that she left in such a hurry that she left it hanging on her chair back.
I explained, I would have returned it sooner but the license had an out of state address. She hugged me deeply then said, "Listen I am sorry I was rude to you the other day. I am not used to girls being kind to me because of what I do and who I am." I said I didn't know what she meant by that. Then she remarked, "Oh, you do know, the Glory Hole in the Matinee Movie Theater." I looked at her dumb founded as she didn't dare make any expression at all. Helen looked embarrassed then said, "Your friend didn't tell you what I do? She didn't explain what I was doing in the men's facilities? Well go on the internet and type in Glory Hole two words and just watch. I have to go and thanks, you are a life saver."
February 7
Dear diary; I am here to explain I did google glory hole in two words. Oh my goodness, what I observed made me sopping wet between my thighs. I have masturbated to several orgasms since. I cannot get over my excitement. It is an anonymous way to experience sex with multiple partners and also sucking men's cocks which I absolutely love. My earliest experiences as a young girl are to save my virginity.
So, I became adept at sucking cock wonderfully. I was never texture sick like most girls. I actually loved the taste of cum. I only did it for two boys in high school one was my main boyfriend at senior prom. The other young man was a next door neighbor friend, James Ryan who frequented our house visiting my brother to play video games. However, I wound up sucking James off even more than my boyfriend to be honest. I learned on his huge cock how to deep throat, swallow cum, and not gag while he pushed the last inch or two deeper into my soft wet mouth shaped like an "O". I purposely would tease James without my brother's knowledge getting a Popsicle and sitting on the couch sucking it slowly making eye contact with my intended. I would play licking up one side then the other sensually until I saw my effects on James as he would make a cock adjustment.
Then I would leave going to my bedroom, bathroom, or the den to be alone. Shortly after that James would appear with his wonderful huge cock. He would get sucked off totally. I would get my lust filled practice for my boyfriend's smaller cock and he would get to cum. It was a serious win -win situation for me to begin college ready to satisfy the older, more experienced men.
February 9
Dear diary; I ran into Helen again at the library. The circumstances were different as I walked over to her as a friend and sat down beside her. Helen was receptive and actually very pleasant towards me. I felt a closer bond as she didn't shun and made eye contact with me. I told her I saw what a glory hole was. I watched her as she cringed a little then I said, "I guess we all have our demons. I mean, I am by no means a saint. I went on to explain James when I was in high school. I watched as Helen dropped her guard and decided to then allow me into her amazing world.
Helen said, "I started glory holes or being actively involved in using them back in my home town. There's an adult video shop and in the back booth's where the men go to masturbate a girl could go back there and get her fill no questions asked. It is where I felt alive and could cum multiple times. Boys, to me, my age were so stupid, besides look at me I am not bringing home any beauty awards. So, I went there with a bigger girl I knew with really huge tits. I saw what she did and how many men were willing to satisfy her so, I decided what the heck. What could it hurt right?"
I couldn't believe she was giving me a full confession of how it all began. Yet, I decided to see if there truly was a glory hole inside the Matinee Movie Theater. Out of curiosity, how big was it? Could you be seen by the guy if you were on your knees sucking a cock? Could I actually do something so sinister as to suck or fuck a stranger? I wrote me a note which said, brings a box of condoms with if intending to have sex. Then I remembered that Helen's purse contained baby wipes, condoms, and a bottle of prescribed day after medication. I thought then it was an awfully strange combination.
February 14
Dear diary; Helen explained that she had a date at the Matinee Movie Theater today. Helen said it was her Valentines wish to have sex and actually get off. Helen wanted to know would I join her. I explained that I was busy. I lied. I was actually very scared and apprehensive that I might turn into Helen. I mean she detailed how she loves the different sizes, the different tastes, and even the different races which use her in various ways.
I just didn't know if I would be able to do it because I actually knew the two men I had relations with. They were nice and clean. I pretended to have a gentleman visitor and I envied Helen as she said, "Yeah really, one gentleman caller huh? Well baby girl, I hope I have like twenty or perhaps twenty five. Have a nice night with your one though, seems orgasmic." She chuckled at her own joke then the phone went dead.
I began wondering to myself if she knew the truth. I also wondered could I go through with it for real. I wondered if I had the guts or the desire once I got started. Then I wondered if I got started but then got addicted. I couldn't sleep the entire night thinking about Helen and how she was getting hers. Jealousy is an evil monster and as a woman we hate losing to anyone. It was the next morning when I finally dozed off thinking I am going to at least investigate what it looks like.
February 17