"Dammit, I hate fucking waiting tables!" I said as I plopped down on a chair for an all too brief break during my shift at the diner.

We weren't especially busy and that was the rub – whether we had one customer or one hundred, my boss and the owner of the diner wanted all her girls out circulating on the floor to make sure whatever customers we had got the quickest possible service. So on slow days like today, we had to work just as hard, but got shit for tips!

I had been waitressing like this for about five years now. It was one of the few jobs that a girl like me could get in the dinky town of Dermott, Arkansas where I lived.

Ethel's Place, the diner I worked at, had a big turnover of employees, probably because of the way the place was run, so they were always looking for help.

Girls would come there, work for a while until they had enough money to move on, and then they were gone. All except me–I grew up in the area and didn't know enough to find another place to call home!

"Yeah, I know what you mean Kim, but this isn't Little Rock... we are lucky to find any kind of work here!"

"I know Amy, but it sucks all the same!" Amy was a good friend and another of the local girls that had decided to stick it out here in Hicksville, USA.

Amy had originally come from Shreveport, Louisiana but when she drove through Dermott, she liked the small-town feel and decided (for whatever reason) to move here. That was about eight years ago now.

I looked at my tips pocket while I was giving my poor feet a break. "Fuck, I'll be lucky if I don't owe Ethel money at the end of my shift if this keeps up! This is pathetic... it's a good thing we get a salary besides these tips or I'd starve to death!"

"Yeah, it is kinda slow today." Amy hadn't fared much better than me. The tips just weren't coming in like they should.

"It's been kinda slow for a couple of weeks now... I may end up owing another month's rent to the landlord if things don't pick up soon!"

Just then Amy looked around to see if anyone was listening. Ethel was in the kitchen listening to the radio and the only customers were at the far end of the counter.

"You know Kim, I know a way you can earn some extra money – good money – and help pay your rent and other bills. And you aren't on your feet all day either. It's easy money if you are interested."

"Girl, I am always interested in money! And especially when I'm already one month behind in my rent! What's the deal?"

"Well, you know the old Connelly farm out on State Highway 35 just past the Grace Loop intersection... the one on the left-hand side as you are leaving town?"

"Yeah, I know it, why?"

"Well, they have that old red barn out back. The place has been abandoned for years until just a year or so ago. And they have put in a gloryhole setup there."

"A what?"

"A gloryhole. It's a place where guys stick their cocks through holes in the walls and girls suck them off," Amy explained.

"Oh, you are kidding me!"

"No, I'm serious. You should look it up on the Internet when you get home tonight. Anyway, they hire women to work the gloryholes. I've done it and made some pretty good money – I made $250 one shift!

"And because it's under the table work, you don't have to pay taxes or any of that on your earnings. You pay 25% to the house, but that's still like $20.00 an hour if you work a full eight-hour shift!" Amy said.

I was astounded. "You can do eight hours sucking cock?"

"Well, you don't always suck cock. You can change it up and offer your ass or your pussy to give your jaws a break! But at least you aren't on your feet all day for shitty tips.

"And you can work as little or as much as you want. If it's busy and you've made what you need, you can just let them know you are done for the day. No problem," Amy said.

"Is it legal? What about the cops?"

"Well, no it's not legal, but then neither is making moonshine or selling drugs and both of those go on as well. As for the cops, most of them visit the place too, so they can't exactly bust us girls for working there!"

"What about STDs... or getting knocked up?"

"Look Kim, I didn't say it was 100% safe. No job is. But we don't have a real big problem in these parts with STD's and you are on the pill aren't you?

"Besides, the place offers condoms if the guy wants to play it safe. Either way, you get paid very well for your services. It's an easy way to make your bills, plus you get all the sex you want in the process!"

I thought about the concept for the rest of my shift. Getting paid to have sex... that meant I would be a whore. But at least I wouldn't be walking the streets, with all the inherent dangers and discomforts.

Still, I needed to find some way to make the rent this month. My landlord had been very understanding about the rent the last time I couldn't pay, but I didn't think he would be so understanding a second month!

I hated to admit it, but my so-called sex life had been about as busy as the diner today. Having all the sex I could want was a definite plus in this decision. My pussy tingled at the idea of being fed a nice, thick man-sausage again.

My shift ended a few hours later and when I got home, the first thing I did was kick off my shoes and fire up my puny little Dell laptop. I got to get me a real computer one of these days! I thought as I waited impatiently for my computer to load. When it was finally ready to go, I typed "gloryhole" into the search engine. What came up was a shock, to say the least!

Apparently, gloryholes were a lot more common than I thought and could be found most commonly as part of seedy "adult novelty shops" and bookstores. The pictures on my computer showed small rooms usually with graffiti and various sized holes in different spots around the room.

The holes were lined with duct tape to prevent cuts and scratches and there was a chair and some had TV screens with porn videos playing. The girls would come into the room, knock on the wall, and shortly a well-endowed cock would peek out of one of the holes. The girl would act surprised (I'm fairly certain she wasn't though!) and then get busy sucking the intruder off.

As corny as the storyline was, the idea of a big, fat cock sticking through the wall waiting to be sucked did send a thrill from my neglected pussy up my spine! If what Amy said was true, about the pay and the cops not bothering you, it might warrant some looking into!

So that's what I did. I had to work the following day, but I brought a change of clothes with me – I didn't want to show up at a place like this wearing my work uniform... not only would it let people know who I was with my name embroidered on my clothes, but they would know where I worked as well!

After my shift was over, I went into the ladies' room and changed out of my work uniform. Then I went out to see this place for myself. I wasn't sure what I would find, but I would decide then whether this "avenue for revenue" would work.

I parked in front of the small door on the side of the barn and went inside. I walked up to the woman behind the counter. "I would like to talk to someone about maybe working as one of the girls here."

"What would you like to know? I can probably answer your questions. My name is Tina." 

"Hi Tina, Well a friend of mine told me about this place. I didn't even know such a place existed in this area!"

"Yeah, we don't do a lot of advertising for obvious reasons. But we've been in operation for almost a year now."

"That's what my friend said. So how does this place work? For an employee, I mean."

"Well, you let me or whoever is working the counter here when you would like to come in. We try to keep a schedule, but if you want to come in on the spur of the moment, we accept that as well.

"When you come in, you tell us what you want to do that evening – do you want to stay with just blowjobs, or do you want to fuck or do anal. 

"Whatever your choice is, we set you up with an appropriate station.  We watch when you come to work, when you leave, and the number of clients you have. We pay you accordingly in cash when you leave each night, keeping 25% for the house. No taxes, no insurance, no deductions from your pay," Tina said. 

"My friend says that it's possible to make $250 a shift if the place is busy. Is that true?"

Tina smiled. "Oh, hon, you can do a lot better than that. I've never seen you in action, but from your looks, I would say if you don't make at least that, you are getting cheated!"

I smiled. $250.00 would sure go a long way towards rent and other bills!

"Now, it's up to you to make sure you are clean and take care of the birth control stuff if you fuck. We supply condoms and you decide if your clients have to wear them.

"But I'll tell you right now if you make the rule they have to wear them, you will lose some of your potential clients – a lot of guys come here because we allow bareback riding. 

"Each of the fucking rooms has video cameras on both sides of the wall and a panic button inside. If a guy starts getting too rough or doing something you don't like and he doesn't stop when you tell him to, hitting the panic button will bring my security guys – and no one wants to mess with them, trust me! Of course, the blowjob stations don't need a panic button, you just step back," Tina said.

"That's good to know." 

Tina pointed to a chart on the wall. "These are the services we provide along with the costs. As you can see blowjobs and pussy eating are $25, straight fucking is $100, and anal is $150. All are done to "completion" – until the guy blows his load. In the case of pussy eating, we trust you to be honest and give the customer the real deal. No faking it allowed.

"They are paying good money and deserve their money's worth. If you come in and for some reason don't think you are able to cum, then don't pick that station. With guys, it's easy to tell but with us girls, it's not so obvious."

"It all sounds pretty straightforward. Can I... um... see the stations?"

"Sure. Jenny, can you watch the counter for a minute? I'm going to show... I'm sorry, I never got your name!"

"Kim."

"I'm going to show Kim around. She might be our newest girl here!"

Jenny came up to take over at the counter. "Okay. Hi Kim, I hope you do start, it's a blast here, it really is!"

Tina took my hand like we were best girlfriends and we went through the saloon-style double swinging doors. The main part of the barn was divided up into small cubicles. At the back of the barn was a staircase the led up to what used to be the hayloft. That was where the girls take their breaks or change in and out of their clothes.

Tina explained that there is no uniform or costumes, but you get out of your street clothes and leave them in a locker upstairs. Then you come down the stairs which lead to a passageway behind the cubicles. You go to your station and get in from the back. Then you click on a light to let the clients know that your station is now active.

On the blowjob stations, there is just a line of small holes at different heights depending on how tall the guy is. The straight fucking stations have your legs and ass sticking out but you lie on a mat inside the cubicle.

There are straps to hold your legs up – lying there holding your legs up for even an hour would be impossible! And for the anal stations, you lie face down on the mat with your feet on the floor outside your cubicle.

As Tina took me around to show me the setup, I saw a couple of men in there taking advantage of a couple of the stations. I could hear the moans and cries as the girls got more and more aroused and the grunts of the men as they reached their payoff as well.

The sounds and knowing where they came from added to the sexual excitement of the place and I could feel my own pussy getting wet at the idea of being one of these girls myself!

By the time I had seen everything and left the gloryhole barn, I was on fire! I barely made it home before I went into my bedroom and got out Mr. Faithful and had myself an earth-shattering orgasm!

The rest of that evening I mulled over what I should do. The money would really help me out and get me squared up with all my bills. Hell, I might even be able to put a little away if I stayed with it a little while!

A savings account is something I hadn't had the luxury of since I started working at the diner. It would be nice not to panic every time a bill comes due or when I have to miss a day of work for some reason. I had been walking the razor's edge for so long with my bills... having some breathing room would be a real treat.

The sex thing didn't escape me, either. Sure it wasn't the relationship I wanted it to be, but I wasn't dating Mr. Faithful either! Just having a real flesh and blood cock in me would be a step up from my dildo, a handy cucumber, or my fingers.

Besides, most of the local guys I knew weren't much to shout about dating-wise anyway! Working at the glory hole meant I could have all the sex I wanted without the relationship drama and bullshit. I'm not against relationships and love, it's just that I hadn't had much luck with either one!

The one thing that kept me from jumping in with both feet was the whole being a whore thing. Maybe it was my upbringing, maybe the small town I lived in made me wary. But it's really hard to "blend in" and disappear in a town with a population of 2,600 people!

And once you are known as the town whore in a place like this, it brings a whole shitload of troubles and hassles with it. So I was understandably hesitant to get into that hornet's nest!

I was still going over my decision when it came time to go to bed. I had tried all evening to think of every possibility and come up with some kind of contingency plan in the event the worst-case scenario came to pass.

I did want the money and I did want the sex, but I didn't want to move away in a cloud of shame with the word "whore" hanging over my head.

Granted, when I was there at the gloryhole working (if I chose to do so) no one could see my face whether I was giving blowjobs, fucking, or doing anal. The only time I would be seen would be coming or going from the place. Or if someone recognized my car parked there.

But there wasn't much I could do about that. Dermott doesn't have a cab company and even if they did, the driver would probably recognize me.

The decision would come to me in a dream that night – a very sexy, very erotic dream that left me hornier than I can remember ever being! That was it, I needed to get laid... and if I got paid for it so much the better!

As luck would have it, that was the first day of my "weekend". I called up Amy that morning and told her of my decision. She was excited for me, strangely enough, and her enthusiasm helped calm my nerves some.

After I got off the phone with her, I called the phone number that Tina had given me the previous evening.

"Hello? This is Kim. I was there last night talking with Tina about going to work there. I have thought about it and I would like to give it a try tonight if that's possible."

"Hi Kim, this is Jenny. I remember you, sure you can come in anytime, hon. We have stations open in all three areas so whatever you want to try, we can put you to work.

"Just come in and check in with whoever is working the counter – they will set you up and show you how it's done. Actually, if you can come in before 8:00 tonight, I will be here and I can help you get going," Jenny said.

"That sounds good – it will be nice to see someone in there I recognize before I get started on this!"

"Don't worry sweetie, everyone is nervous on their first day or so here. Even the guys!" Jenny giggled at her remark.

After I hung up with Jenny, I began to think more about what I was about to do. I had made the decision and now the idea of what I was starting was really turning me on!

I pictured myself lying in one of the cubicles, offering up my anonymous pussy, ass, or mouth to an equally unknown man to do what they liked with it.

I remembered the moans and cries of pleasure from the women working when I was there and the sounds of cocks slapping wet pussies and the men grunting and groaning as they blew their loads into every available hole they could find. It was truly an orgy for the senses!

I found myself getting very horny and frustrated. I missed a warm flesh and blood cock, hard and twitching and cumming deep inside me. I have to admit I love to fuck, I mean LOVE it! And I love feeling a man cumming inside me. Feeling that hot sticky white cum burning deep in my pussy is the greatest feeling of all.

I also love the taste of it and I love it when a man cums in my mouth, sharing his gift with me. But with no outlet for my lustful desires, I found myself lately turning into a dirty wanton slut, ogling guys of all shapes, sizes, and ages in the street, gazing at their bulging crotches and wondering what it would be like to have that bulge pounding my hungry pussy.

All this thinking about sex and the gloryhole had my libido running at full throttle and I was so randy I could fuck a doorknob! I needed to get laid in the worst way! I couldn't wait to get started and have myself some much-needed fun!