Chapter 8: Natalie
All of my effort was put into not looking like myself. I normally wore my pin straight hair pulled back with a headband. Tonight, I styled it in messy waves and changed it to a side part. My everyday makeup was minimal—mascara and a bit of foundation. According to an online tutorial, I now had “smoky eyes,” or an exotic way of looking like I had rubbed my eyelids with soot. I had hidden my eyes behind a pair of fake glasses from many Halloweens ago, so it didn’t matter that I didn’t nail the tutorial. As I slid into a skimpy dress Michaela had gifted me, I was unrecognizable. At least I hoped.
I didn’t hesitate as I pulled the door to the club open. The darkness of Vertigo greeted me once more, but I wasn’t afraid of it this time. I knew to be guided by laser lights and the occasional flash of a strobe.
The naked women on trapezes hanging over the mass of grinding bodies on the dance floor no longer phased me. If anything, it heightened my anticipation for what was about to come. I had adrenaline coursing through my body like I had never felt.
I had a sudden moment of uncertainty. Major said he would be here, but what if he wasn’t? It was possible he’d changed his mind. He said he was into freaky shit, so one time at a glory hole might be boring for him. I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind—I shouldn’t be overthinking right now.
The door to the basement was within my sight. This time, there was a bouncer standing next to it. My pulse began to quicken, and I stopped walking. I didn’t know why he wasn’t there last time. Perhaps they were in the middle of a shift change, or he had left to use the restroom and hadn’t locked the door.
What did I say to him? “Hi, please let me in to your underground sex club.” Or, “Hello, I’m here to suck a dick through a glory hole.” Both options were equally unappealing. But I wasn’t turning around now.
I walked up to the bouncer.
“Um, hello,” I said. I had meant to sound more easygoing but my words came out as awkward and twisted.
He let out a gruff noise in response. The task at hand probably wouldn’t be easy.
“Well, um, I just want to go downstairs, please.” My hands were holding one another as I twisted them back and forth. I really wasn’t good at this carefree thing.
“Nope,” he replied.
Shit. I looked at my cell phone. It was 9:27, and Major and I were going to meet at 9:30. Something told me please wasn’t going to work on this guy.
“Weren’t you the one working last week?” I asked.
“What of it?”
“You weren’t by the door at 9:25ish. I’d know, because that’s how I ended up down there.”
I saw him shift uncomfortably. This topic was working. I didn’t know where he had been, but he wasn’t supposed to be there.
“You’re lucky I liked it,” I continued. “We can keep your absence a secret if you let me in. Or I can find your boss and tell him you were missing. I’ll make sure to tell him how horrified I was at what I found, and how I’m going to the authorities.” I looked him in the eye, challenging him.
He cursed under his breath. “Fine, but that stays between us.”
“As long as you let me in, I don’t see a problem.”
He opened the door for me, signaling I could pass. As it shut behind me, I let out a huge exhale. I had never done something like that. I laughed to myself as I turned down the hallway. Natalie Lane—boring accountant by day, daring sex goddess by night.
I reached the room Major and I had met in and stopped. This was actually happening. I also tried to brace myself for disappointment. It was very possible he’d changed his mind and wouldn’t be here tonight.
“Major?” I half-whispered as I opened the door.
“You came back.”
“I- I did.”
“I’m glad.”
“Yeah.” I shut the door behind me.
There was a pause between the two of us. I wasn’t sure if I should ask him to stick his dick out, or if he would do it when he wanted to. But I didn’t just want to have sex with him. I also wanted to have another conversation with him.
“What made you decide to come back?” he asked.
“Not sure,” I lied. It probably wasn’t acceptable to say that I had been thinking about his dick all week and how much I loved the experience.
“Oh really?”
“What made you come back?” I pivoted.
“I said I’d be here, didn’t I?”
There was a brief moment of silence between us as I took in his words. “Yeah.”
“You didn’t think I’d be here, did you?” He laughed at me, and I turned bright red. It was a good thing he wasn’t able to see me through that closet.
“I wasn’t sure,” I admitted.
“I’m hurt.”
I guess I’ll just directly ask, even if it is embarrassing. It’s not like I know glory hole etiquette. And Major doesn’t seem like that type to make fun of me for asking.
“Sorry. So, um,” I shifted, “how does this work?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know.” I was glad he wasn’t able to see how red I was turning. “Do I just walk in and we do this, or?”
He burst out laughing. Maybe I was wrong about him not making fun of me.
“It’s not funny!”
“It is, a bit. And normally that’s how it works, but I like talking to you, Daisy. So, if you want to stay and chat, that’s fine by me.”
“You like talking to me?”
“Is that surprising?”
“A little. Remember what we talked about last time, how boring I am?”
“Well, I disagree,” he said.
“Oh…thanks.”
Talking sounded great, really, but first I had to take care of this ache inside of me. I had been thinking about him all week, which led to many soaked pairs of panties and overuse of my vibrator. My hands grazed the outside of the closet, the bumps of the wooden grain grazing against my fingers.
“Can we talk after?” I whispered.
“If that’s what you want.”
I nodded but realized he couldn’t see me. “Yes,” I added.
“Okay.”
He was already dripping as he thrust himself through the gloryhole. I reached for him and began to run my hand up and down his length. He was hot to the touch from his arousal and his flesh felt amazing against mine. I could only imagine how it would feel inside of me. But I’d just have to fantasize for now.
I knew he was trying to keep quiet, but I could already hear his noises of pleasure from behind the closet. The guttural sounds were deep and primal, begging for release. Damn, did they turn me on. I teased myself with my free hand, reaching under my skirt and grazing the outside of my panties. A wet spot had already pooled from the short time I had been touching Major. I’m going to be drenched at the rate I’m going.
I made twisting motions with my hands as I stroked him. He thrusted in tempo with my touch, his body begging for release. The fact he was trying to come faster irritated me—I was the one in charge here.
“More,” he pleaded.
“Last time you said you weren’t the type to beg.” I licked along the tip of his cock to tease him, and he let out a hiss of pleasure.
“Fuck, I guess I am now.”
My hand had made its way into my panties and was lightly flicking my clit. I sighed in a tormented pleasure as my finger brought me close, but not to my release.
All of Major’s blood had flowed to his cock, and the veins began to bulge. I couldn’t tease him, or myself, any longer. I took him in my mouth, almost dislocating my jaw at his size. He let out a moan as he was enveloped into the wet cavern.
“God damn,” he moaned.
I wasn’t able to respond because my mouth was occupied, but I was thinking the same thing. I could finally taste his pre-come, and damn it was good. It was sweet and salty at the same time. I wanted to milk more and more out of him.
I touched myself at the same quick tempo at which I was sucking Major. It felt so damn good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to have him buried inside of me, screaming his name until my voice was hoarse. My jaw cracked as I released him from my mouth so I could stand. I must have set a record time for removing panties on the way.
“Why’d you stop?” he panted.
“I need more.” I turned my ass to the closet door and guided his length into my pussy. He let out a guttural groan as I eased him into me, my wetness leaking out.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, his voice filled with fervor.
I let out a moan, too overwhelmed by sensation to respond. My back was arched, and I propped my elbows against the door to keep myself in place. I had no restraint as I rode him. Each thrust was filled with more and more fervor, wanting to get to the release I so desperately needed. I made animalistic noises each time his cock hit the deepest place inside of me. So close. I was so close.
The sensations were too overwhelming. “I’m going to—” I came, unable to finish my sentence. My muscles shuddered around him and I fell against the closet.
With two last strokes inside me, he found his release, moaning my name. He kept his cock buried inside of me after riding out his climax.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered. “I’ve gone absolutely insane.”
Major laughed. “You’ve gone insane? I just came in you with no condom.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’m on the pill. I look down on people who have children out of wedlock,” I paused. “You should know I’m judgmental.”
“People would probably judge you for having unprotected sex through a glory hole.”
I cringed. “Probably.”
“It was amazing, though. I’ve never not used a condom.”
“You’re lying.”
I didn’t know how old Major was, but I guessed it was between twenty-five and forty. Most people in that age range have been in a long-term relationship. And in serious relationships, condoms generally get ditched for birth control.
“Swear to god. I’ve never been in a relationship long enough,” he admitted.
“Oh.” I was secretly pleased that I was the first girl he’d come in. It was a bit of a turn on, knowing he’d never given his come to any other girl. Although I wasn’t sure what made me so special.
“So, I guess we’re in a relationship now. A glory hole relationship,” he declared.
I laughed. This dude was ridiculous. Relationship status: Glory hole.
“There’s your laugh. You seriously don’t laugh that often?” he asked.
“I swear.”
“It’s very nice. In a way, I’m glad I’m one of the few people who gets to hear it.”
“Well you know, I take glory hole relationships very seriously,” I joked.
“Good to know. I don’t want to find you at somebody else’s.”
“Only yours,” I promised.
I realized we were still connected when his cock twitched inside of me. “Sorry.” I mumbled, taking him out of me.
“Why? I rather liked it in there.”
My face turned a shade of red that I didn’t even know was possible. I liked having him in there too, but it wasn’t something I would just say. My brain tried to formulate a response.
“Embarrassed?”
“N-no!” I responded.
He let out a cackle. “I can read you without even seeing your face.”
“Shut. Up.”
“I can, but I want to talk to you and then go for round two.”
Round two sounded fucking amazing.