A Hole In The Wall | (MF) (Public) (Gloryhole) (Barely Legal)

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“I’ll have another please, Darren,” Dani asks the barman. She’s been sitting down at the bar for the past two hours, just like most days during the week.

Dani was frequent member of Darren’s bar just on the outskirts of a small town. The two go way back, despite Darren having many years on the girl. Other drinkers didn’t know how old Dani was, but since she never got ID’d, they always thought it was a safe bet. Darren knew her age.

It was obvious that Darren and Dani went back many years. The charisma and chemistry between the two was clear as day. However that chemistry was based upon a secret only the two of them knew.

Dani, a barely-legal, dirty blonde woman, used the secret to her advantage. Nobody knew it but them, and it was in Darren’s best interests to keep it that way. Dani had been drinking at the bar on and off for a few years, and had never been ID’d by Darren even though, in the beginning, she was below drinking age. That’s just the leverage she held over him.

She brought customers to the bar though. Any new faces always seemed to return when she was around. Her infectious smile spread happiness through every man and woman who had the fortune of speaking to her.

She always dressed conservatively in the bar, other than on Friday nights in which the skirts or trousers would get shorter, and the shirts seemingly replaced with seductive bralettes.

Dani’s small figure meant she had more seductive and sexy attire at her disposal. She was small and slim. Whilst not the absolute most attractive person in the village, her personality plus her slightly above average looks combined to form a lethal combination.

On most days, she had her dirty blonde hair in two French plaits, coming down over each shoulder. Today was a Tuesday. An overcast, gloomy Tuesday evening, where everyone was getting tired of the same disappointing weather, hoping and expecting a period of sunshine.

The overhead lights shone down onto Dani’s drink, phone and the top of her head. Her drink of choice, surprisingly, was pints of Fosters, a lager, not the type of drink you’d commonly associate with a petite young girl, though not totally unheard of.

Dani would let conversations flow with every customer who came to the bar, whether it be a man or a woman, a husband or a wife. She had no problem with talking to people. By this time it was also common practice for men of all ages to do the classic ‘placed hand on the back of a female when passing or speaking to her’.

Some men played their cards right, others didn’t have a clue, maybe their wives had their eyes locked on them whenever they were around her. On some occasions, men would ask Dani if she was wearing a bra, since their hand was conveniently placed on where a bra should be fastened. The lucky punters often got visual confirmation that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her shirt, when Dani would pull the top of her shirt forward, leaving a satisfying view for anyone standing over her.

It was a general acceptance in the bar that you could look, flirt, and try your luck with Dani, but it never went past a quick flash of her chest for the no-bra confirmation. She wasn’t like that.

Dani wasn’t all that interested in men, or women for that matter. If she had to pick, she would choose only men every day of the week, but she never particularly showed an interest. Attractiveness and compassion wasn’t something that excited her, hence why she got on with so many people, she was only interested in speaking to people and chatting to them.

No, attractiveness and compassion didn’t speak to her. Dani’s love language was the sweet taste of cash in hand payments.

That love language is the basis of how Darren and her knew each other. It’s how their secret first came about.

“I have an idea,” Darren says as he leans over the bar after handing a customer some change. Darren is 32 years old, short brown hair with a matching coloured beard. Though Dani often teases him due to many grey hairs blending in with the brown.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Dani asks as she takes a sip of her freshly made pint. The head of the pint giving her a white moustache which she innocently licks off.

Darren leans in, making sure nobody passing could hear their discussions. He talks about his customers, how the males complain wherever possible about their sex lives, that they’re always eyeing Dani up, and then he brings up Dani’s love language, which Darren was definitely aware of.

“In the gents toilets, furthest cubicle down, there’s a hole between the two cubicles. You can charge what you want, I’ll take 25% of what you earn,” Darren pitches his idea of a gloryhole manned by Dani. She seems intrigued, willing to give it a trial.

“15%,” Dani responds whilst circling her left forefinger around a beer mat whilst leaning heavily on her right elbow. A back and forth of negotiations takes place in whispers. Darren knows how much money it could make him, hence the 25% stake, though his negotiations are halted as Dani says “15%. 15 is your favourite number after all.” She looks up, her left eyebrow raises as she delivers the final blow. Negotiations over. It happens tomorrow.

Wednesday and Thursday nights go quietly, so much so that there is barely anyone in the bar, let alone the toilets. Darren slyly spreads the word to customers who complain to the bartender about their sex life.

Friday was the unofficial launch day of Dani’s new side business. She had her prices ready. She came to the bar dressed in a knee length pleated skirt. Her bare, shaved legs shone in the artificial light that filled the bar. Squeaky clean white Van’s and cutesy, schoolgirl-like socks were below the skirt. She wore her classic Friday bralette, red lace, that hugged her B cups firmly in place. Her dirty blonde hair fixed in place with her amazing as always French plaits.

Dani got a pint of Fosters and tried to make an inconspicuous dart for the gents toilets, which she would stay for about 30 minutes, just scrolling through her Facebook timeline.

She heard the toilet doors open, then close, then footsteps pitter-pattering on the tiled floor. The screeching sound of the cubicle adjacent to her woke her up from her Facebook trance. It was time for business.

She had prepared her own menu type thing. She passed it through the hole in the cubicle.

Please pass required money through before service begins

Protected Vaginal Sex – £50 |
Unprotected Vaginal Sex – £100 |
Protected Anal Sex – £75 |
Unprotected Anal Sex – £125 |
Lube must be used and will be provided |

Blowjob – £25 |
Blowjob with Swallowing – £30 |

Special requests may be considered at a premium price |

A short pause occurred where the gentleman read the price list, followed by the sound of a button coming undone followed by a wallet zip.

The gentleman passed five £20 notes through to Dani as she positioned herself for what was about to come.

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