PART 1
I have a good job that pays very well and has wonderful benefits so I didn't need another job or the extra money. I'm also young, early thirties and I keep myself in good shape so I can party and keep going for most of the night. However, lately I've run into a dry spell so for the most part I'm left to my own devices. And that's okay, I enjoy my own company and an entertain myself for hours at a time, and I do. One night while walking home from a movie downtown I passed an adult theater. I've been in and out of this neighborhood for years and this was the first time I noticed it. I rarely go into those place but there was something about this one that peaked my interest and I went in.
The receptionist was well dressed, pretty and very friendly. We talked for a bit and she said that the prices were higher than most place, but they were a little picky about their customers, they wanted the upper class's or at the very least the upper middle class. And she casually mentioned that they were looking for a male.
"What for?"
"Have you heard of glory holes?"
"Yeah ... but I thought that was wishful thinking on some horny guy's part."
"Not at all. We have five of them and could probably use a few more."
"That's okay, I can't imagine working here in the first place."
She smiled, "you wouldn't want a few blow jobs a week?"
I laughed, "that's all I'd be doing? That's hard to resist. What's involved?"
"It's simple. You let me know how many and which nights you want to work and I'll schedule you in with the rest of the guys. Then you come in, take you place in the booth and wait for your first customer. When she comes in we'll call from the front and let you know what she wants. Some want a hard cock sticking through the hole, others want it still soft. And that's about it. You'll determine how much time you need between clients. And you get fifty bucks cash with each blow job. How's this sound to you?"
"I could make a couple hundred a night, that's pretty good change."
"Yes, I'm sure you could." I think she was looking at my crotch. That's fine, I like it when women do that.
"Okay, I'll let you know."
I went home and couldn't stop thinking about this glory hole business. An the more I thought about it the harder my cock got. I did a lot of jerking off that week. The first night was the most fun, I ended up jumping out of my clothes and laying down, spread my legs and started stroking my cock. It wasn't long before I was pounding away then shooting cum all over myself. Didn't even think about the numbers of cum strings that wen't flying, but there seemed to be a lot of them. I loved that because I really loved the taste of my cum and I'd slide my finger along a bunch of the stuff and suck it off. Loved it. Then I'd try to get some sleep but I couldn't so I'd end up jerking off again. The first night was four times.
A few days later I was in the neighborhood and decided that I'd stop in the sex shop. The same lady was there and to my surprise she remembered me. I was greeted with a big hug which was pretty cool because she had a set of tits worth writing home about.
"Gonna come to work?"
I still wasn't ready to say one way or the other, so I stood there like a block of granite and she kept the smile on her face. She had a lovely mouth and once I started thinking about mouths I could feel my cock getting hard and the next thing I heard myself telling her sure, three or four days a week and weekends were out.
"Well, that settles that! I'm so glad you decided to join us. I'll introduce you to the staff as chance and time permit. First, let me show you where you'll be working."
We walked back through a rather fancy door, the corridor was fairly wide, I suppose to afford a modest amount of privacy. On either side of the hall were doors, five to a side and I had to guess that not all were for glory holes. The place was far cleaner than I thought it would be and there was a pleasant scent in the air that I couldn't make out, but it was nice. I could only hope the rooms were the same.
"Here we are, you'll be number nine." She opened the door and we went in. Sure enough there was a hole in the wall about three feet up from the floor, a bench with a padded seat and back rest. Nice touch. To the side of the hole was a shelf with several towels on it, all folded neatly and fresh. The floor was hardwood, of a rich, deep amber color and unless that was some artificial material, it was one expensive floor. But then the whole place seemed to be done with no expenses spared. This spoke money, lots of it.
In the companion room the floor had a soft carpet and in front of the glory hole was a velvet-padded stool for kneeling on, or sitting I suppose. There was also a chair set aside for sitting on, and like my room, there was a shelf with several clean towels. This room also had a wash stand so she could clean up when finished. so the customer was treated like royalty. Nice.
"I'd like it if you could start tonight, I'm short of help. Whattaya say?"
I laughed, "short notice!"
"I know, but some days that's the way it is."
I like this woman, Lily, she was up front and easy to talk to, maybe someday I'd get her as a client. Ya never know. "Sure. Just tell me what to do."
We went back to my room. "It's easy, you check it up front than come back here. You can lock your door if you want, and what you wear is up to you. You might want to bring along a book or computer or whatever because sometimes there can be a bit of a wait between clients. We'll call and tell you that you've got a client coming back and what her preferences might be. Some women like to have a hard cock sticking through the hole when they come in, others want it limp. Some will have a man with them, and he might want to suck your cock as well, but you'll have to let us know if you're okay with that. And that's about it. Any questions?"
"Do I tell them when I'm cumming?"
"Only if they've requested it."
"Okay, then you're on your own! Good luck. Oh, one more thing, some of them will want you to fuck them, but we'll let you know when we call. But there are times when they'll put their pussy up there on a whim, then you'll have to let us know so we can charge them."
"Does this make me an official whore?" I had to laugh it seemed like fun.
She laughed too, "yep, you're now an official whore and I'm your pimp."
She left and I closed the door. The lights could be dimmed but for the moment I didn't bother. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. It was pleasant and I didn't mind being here, but I was going to have to bring an iPad or something to play some music.
I've seen pictures and whatnot of men who were naked and kept their shoes and socks on. I couldn't do that so I ended up stripping naked. That felt really kinky and I loved the feel of the whole thing. I say on my sofa and sprawled, my legs spread wide, like the lady was going to come in here for a little action. I reached down and slowly played with my cock and balls, I've always loved the feel of them and would play with them whenever possible. In the past I had gotten caught a few times but that made it all the more exciting, but I didn't do it intentionally, it just happened.
As I lay there playing with my cock I thought it would be better if the lights were a little more dime, so I got up and dimmed them. That's when I noticed a pin-point of light coming through the wall from the other side. I went over to see about it. It was like a little spy hole, I could see very little on the other side, but since there was no one there it was hard to judge what I could see. I'd deal with it later. I went back to the sofa to resume fondling my cock, it was slowly getting hard so I went a little easy. I had no idea when my first customer would show up and what she'd want.
The phone rang, a very soft ring that startled me, I was dozing off. I picked up the phone "Yeah?"
Lily's svelte voice asked me if I was ready for my first customer.