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Chapter 4--The Desire Conundrum

Amy awoke with her head pounding, a mouth full of cotton and her stomach in knots. Sheldon was shaking her vehemently.

“Amy…wake up! It’s time to leave for work!”

“Leave me alone Sheldon. I’m sick. Just go in without me.”

“Sick with the bottle flu, as mom called it when dad woke up after too much Wild Turkey and Lone Star. And on a school night! Nevertheless, I need a ride…”

“Bullshit!” Amy yelled at him. “You know how to drive. Now leave me the fuck alone, I’m sick!” She rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head against the awful, bright light that was assaulting her eyes.

“Well well, such salty language. Unbecoming a….”

“Stow it, Sheldon! Get out of here!” She picked up a pillow and threw it at his head and he turned around, muttering as he shut off the light and left the room.

Amy lay back down for a moment, letting the blissful darkness wash over her. As the events of the previous night came flooding back she sat bolt upright in shock, but then grimaced and lay back down gingerly. Her head was having none of that.

Oh my god, I had sex with Howard. The thought hit her like a crack of thunder out of the clear blue sky. She was having trouble with her memory…let’s see I was mad at Sheldon, went and had drinks with Bert…did we do anything? No, we just talked, but maybe made a date? And then…why did I go to Bernie’s…oh yes, the medicine for Halley. That’s when things started to really get fuzzy. Just how drunk was I? I guess I had four doubles…or was it five? At the bar…maybe had a beer later? I guess that’ll do it on an empty stomach, Amy you genius. And then Howard was watching porn…

It all came flooding back to her; she and Howard had given each other head, and while she had a vague memory of it being enjoyable, she was feeling the buyer’s remorse this morning. Thank god we didn’t fuck, she thought; at least she felt pretty sure about that. She rubbed her temples gingerly. I don’t know if I could live with myself if we’d done that. Another vague memory of last night’s sadness over her deteriorating relationship with Penny, coupled with the ugly scene with Sheldon just now, and she started to cry quietly.

She didn’t know which was worse at first: the pain in her heart or the pain in her head. However, she soon sat up, ravenously thirsty and looking desperately for some water, and all emotional considerations were instantly overridden by the pain in her gut as a wave of nausea swept through her. She barely made it to the toilet before puking; it wasn’t much, just two or three good heaves from an essentially empty stomach, but she actually felt much better, and afterward she stood up, went to the sink, rinsed her mouth and drank straight from the faucet.

Hungover and filled with regret on a Thursday morning. The glorious life of a Nobel laureate, she thought. She staggered back to bed and conked out for a couple more hours.

Upon awakening again, she noticed three overriding sensations. One was thirst. Christ, I hope I still have a bottle of Powerade in the fridge. Second was hunger. I could eat a dead, bloated raccoon on the side of the road, but instead I think I’m going to take myself out for breakfast. Third was horniness. I definitely need to rub one out before breakfast. She’d noticed that interesting phenomenon in the past: an increased sexual appetite in the wake of a bout of binge drinking. She didn’t know what that was about, but she didn’t really care. She turned the shower on to allow the water to heat, stripped, and went to the kitchen.

There, hidden in the back behind the milk, was one bottle of blue Powerade. Not caring what flavor it was (what the hell kind of flavor is blue?) she cracked it open and took a long chug, then stood with her eyes closed for a moment, holding the cool plastic bottle to her forehead.

She jumped as the door swung suddenly open, but relaxed as soon as she saw Penny come through.

“Oh!” Penny squeaked in surprise. She started looking around, red-faced. “Sorry Amy, I…didn’t know anyone was here.” She pursed her lips. “Naked.” She swallowed.
“And alone,” said Amy suggestively, noting that her friend’s eyes had returned to her nude body to linger there.

“I’ll…I’ll just come back…” Penny stammered.

“Oh stop,” said Amy a bit irritably, but made no move to cover herself up; she found it exciting to be barged in on naked (especially by Penny), and frankly since it was her home, just at the moment she didn’t care who came in the door and found her in her altogethers; knock first if you don’t like it. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. What do you need?”

“Right…Sheldon left a copy of Zork at the house a while back and wanted Leonard to bring it over. I thought you two were at work.”

“Well, Sheldon is…” Amy trailed off, giving it one last try. She didn’t think she was looking too hot, but she sure felt hot inside. “I was just about to take a shower. Why don’t you join me?” Her voice took on a deeper timbre without her even consciously trying, and it cracked ever-so-slightly on the word ‘join’.

Penny turned away, but to Amy’s surprise she turned back quickly, taking a long look at Amy’s naked form. Amy knew that look; she’d seen Penny’s eyes flash with desire enough times for it to be unmistakable. For a second Amy thought she was about to get lucky, and cocked her hip ever so slightly, twisting her torso just enough so that Penny could see her tits, but Penny coughed and then said “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea right now…”

“Whatever.” Amy cut her off, heading toward the bathroom without another word as Penny tossed the video game on the kitchen counter and left.

It felt good, Amy decided as she stepped into the hot shower, to be short and dismissive with Penny. She felt like she spent so much time fawning and doting over every word, hoping for anything that might lead to sex (hell, anything beyond basic civility would be nice at this point), that bringing Penny up short felt quite satisfactory.

After she had a good long piss and was scrubbed clean, she moved to the truly urgent work of the shower, which was giving herself an orgasm. As she took off the removable showerhead she warmed herself up a bit with her fingers. She leaned back against the wall, twisted the nozzle to her favorite jet and then sprayed it straight onto her clit. Gasping audibly, her mind went back to Bert and that immense johnson of his. She couldn’t help but fantasize about what that might feel like inside her; how it would feel to give herself to a man who so desperately wanted her; to be adored and desired, and the level of appreciation and joy she could get from that.

It didn’t take her long to build to orgasm, and when it came it was bright and hot, and her inadvertent squeal--loud and short—was followed by a long groan, and the knowledge that Penny might be able to hear her from all the way across the hall added an extra kick to both the intensity and volume of her pleasure.

Still, she thought a moment later as she dried herself off, there was something lacking from this one. She was definitely becoming more experienced in sexual matters lately (she gave herself a brief pat on the back for that one), and maybe a quick squirt and cum in the shower just wasn’t enough anymore, although it was better than nothing. Amy seemed perpetually charged up these days, and with a whole day off and no one to amuse but herself, she knew how she wanted to spend it.

Thinking back to her fantasy from just a moment ago, she realized that what she really wanted was a big fat dick inside her. Not that Howard could provide her with that, even had she been inclined to take him up on his offer to have some fun whenever she wanted. Nevertheless, sucking him off had given her an appetite for…something more. Sheldon had zero interest, and Bert was…well, right now he was nothing more than a fantasy, although a tantalizing one at that, even though she had no intention of having sex with him. As yet, she thought, mildly amazed at that line of thinking. But for now, her current problem: What am I going to do today?

She pondered her situation as she went into the kitchen and made herself some toast. God I have a headache; I can’t think straight. She thought she had some ibuprofen in her purse, and as she reached into it to rummage around, she was surprised at a few things she found therein.

First, she pulled out a half-pint of cheap vodka, along with a couple of single shot containers. Where did those come from? Oh right…when I stopped to pick up Halley’s cough syrup. But what else she found in there surprised her even more. There was a small white plastic tub that said ‘Cannabis Gummies, 10 mg/serving.’ When the hell had she gotten that? And another bottle, one of those orange prescription pill bottles, but she opened it and a strange odor assaulted her nose, almost like the smell of a skunk. She shook the contents out into her hand and five long, thin, filterless cigarettes fell out, which even she recognized as joints.

Amy sat back dumbfounded, wondering how on earth this stuff had gotten into her purse. She thought long and hard, and then a vague memory came back to her. That’s right! That place with the green cross in the window! Only the most faded, tattered remnants of that part of her night remained; the part after she had left Howard’s.

She remembered blowing through a stop sign, realizing that she was loaded, and then…that’s right. The friendly clerk at the pot store who had helped her buy a couple things, after she had brazenly announced that she’d never been stoned before.

I’m so embarrassed, she thought. Just what’s gotten into me? Still, she had bigger fish to fry at the moment; namely, taking care of her splitting headache. She found the ibuprofen and washed a couple down with her Powerade. Then she looked at the half pint of vodka…why the hell not?

There was some orange juice in the refrigerator, and she poured about a third of the vodka bottle into a glass with some ice and filled the rest with juice. She’d heard of a hair of the dog before, although she’d never had one. No better time than the present, I guess.

She sat on the couch to think about her perpetual horniness conundrum, and then recalled her and Penny’s last real conversation, in which Penny had told her that if she wanted some assplay she should get a dildo and…how had Penny put it? ‘Molehole yourself.’ Crudity aside, the thought began to take shape and grow rather quickly.

Why should she suffer from chronic sexual deprivation when there was so much more that she could be doing to satisfy herself? Penny had said something to that effect too; that most of the best orgasms she’d ever had were self-induced.

That’s it, that’s the answer. The shower nozzle and Gerard may have been enough at one point, but they just aren’t cutting the mustard anymore. There’s no reason I have to wait for Penny, or Sheldon, or anyone to get me off like I want to be got off. I’m going to take matters into my own hands. She sat back on the couch and powered down the last of her drink.

Wow, there’s something to be said for that. She was sure the Advil were helping with the headache, but as she finished the screwdriver she noticed her mood brighten perceptibly and the last of the muzziness from her hangover disappear, and she realized with a subtle warmth that she was still naked. She decided that she rather enjoyed being a nudist, and resolved to do it whenever possible. I should probably keep the door locked though; however exciting it was to have Penny barge in, she’s not the only one of our friends who does so, she ruminated; locking the door, she went to get dressed.

As she put her clothes on, she planned out her day. The Metropolis Adult Bookstore in San Bernardino was 45 minutes away at best, and when was traffic in LA ever at its best? She had chosen a location so far from home because she dreaded being seen going into a porn store by anyone who knew her. Besides, her visits were so infrequent that it didn’t seem to matter how far away it was, although she routinely paid late fees on any DVD rentals because it wasn’t always feasible to get back to San Bernardino within 3 days every time she rented a porn. She could, of course, have just surfed porn online, but with Sheldon’s computer savviness…well, she just couldn’t bear the thought of having him see where her mind went when she was feeling dirty and delicious.

Amy wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to buy when she got to the Metropolis, but she had a secret credit card that Sheldon knew nothing about, so she resolved to buy whatever she wanted. It was a little after ten now; the toast would hold her for a bit, but she knew she would want breakfast soon.

She took a big plastic cup that fit perfectly in the cupholder of her car and filled it with ice, poured the rest of the vodka in and topped it off with OJ. Curious, she looked at the small white tub she’d gotten from the dispensary last night: “Recommended dosage 1-2 gummies.”

Not knowing what to expect, she decided that starting small was probably best. She opened the container and popped a square, sugar-coated purple candy into her mouth on the way out the door and began to chew. It was sweet but tasted slightly…funky.

It was almost 11 am on a bright, brilliant So Cal summer’s day as she made her way to the 210 and headed off on her adventure. Traffic wasn’t as terrible as she’d feared, and she sipped her drink gradually on the way, feeling a bit more buzzed as time went on. She stopped at a Denny’s in San Dimas, which was maybe a third of the way there, and wolfed down a ham and cheese omelet with hash browns and yet more toast, and coffee with lots of sugar and cream. She was positively ravenous by the time her food arrived; she couldn’t believe how absolutely delicious and satisfying the meal was…it was as though it were the best thing she’d ever eaten, so tantalizing as to be almost ecstatic--which she found funny, because it was--well, Denny’s.

By the time she reached San Bernardino it was early afternoon, and she noticed that an extremely pleasant but intense spaciness had overtaken her. She was actually glad that she arrived when she did, because she wasn’t sure she trusted her driving at the moment.

The Metropolis was in a squat, ugly storefront on a back street full of similarly tragic storefronts; it was painted a dark brick red, and was topped by a bright yellow sign with bold black lettering: Metropolis Adult Bookstore - DVDs Novelties Lingerie Arcade. It didn’t look like much from the street but was surprisingly deep; there was actually a lot of store there.

Although she couldn’t imagine randomly running into anyone she knew this far out in a seedy part of San Berdoo, still she parked on a side street and made her way down an alley to a steel gray door in the back of the building that had the word ‘Metropolis’ painted in white stenciled letters on the black wall above the door. It squeaked loudly and banged against the wall as she hurried in.

Wow, she thought to herself, as she made her way through a long dim corridor to the store. I feel so strange, so…alive and tingly, and so…spaced out? She found herself staring at the flickering fluorescent bulbs overhead, and she chuckled quietly to herself as a man passed her on his way out, eyeing her dubiously as she gawked at the ceiling, laughing at the lights. Then it hit her. It must be the cannabis. So this is what it feels like to be high? She found that she rather enjoyed it.

The other thing she noticed, once she got into the store proper, was the incredible heightening of other sensations induced by the drug. If she had thought that she was horny before…well, frankly nothing could compare to it now. She wandered through the aisles of porn titles, wide-eyed like a child, occasionally fingering a title and flipping it over in her hands: Ass Master 6: Return of Assholio said one. Willy Wanker in Her Chocolate Factory said another. Chubby Drunks: Fat Sluts on Booze another assured.

She was surrounded by a gloriously sensual sea of bronze and brown and white flesh, of impossibly huge, turgid cocks rippled with veins, of bright pink, dripping wet pussies, of round asses with puckery holes proudly displayed, of heavily made-up female faces lit with real or feigned desire, a cornucopia of tits of all shapes, sizes, and colors and everywhere she looked was fucking, fucking, fucking. She found herself reveling in it all.

Before when she came to this store, she had always felt a vague sense of…naughtiness, of guilt and shame, but it had been accompanied by an incredible desire, a naked lust that was so strong, so primal in simultaneous contradistinction to those negative feelings that it always made her vaguely queasy and breathless; occasionally her abdomen tensed so hard in her excitement that it made her fart! This time, while the naughtiness remained, the judgmental negativism had evaporated. By the time she reached the front of the store where the toys and accessories were, her panties were soaked and her nipples were so hard she felt they could cut glass.

“Can I help you with something miss?” came a friendly voice from behind her. She started and turned around to see the friendly little gay clerk she liked so much. He was cute, she decided, with his tight black jeans and Vans sneakers, a shock of blue hair over intelligent eyes, a septum piercing in his button nose and tattoo-covered arms pushing out from beneath rolled up shirtsleeves. He was usually here whenever Amy was, and she could tell he recognized her. She was grateful, because she had a lot of questions to ask.

“I have a lot of questions to ask,” she began, stammering and a bit uncertain as to how to begin. She clammed up and felt herself begin to color.

“Well…what is it you’re looking for?” He seemed to sense her reticence. “Don’t worry honey…there’s no judgment here. Just let me know how I can help.”

“Well, I’m looking for some…toys. Novelties? But I’m not sure exactly what I want…I’ve never shopped for this stuff before.”

He tapped his lower lip thoughtfully with an index finger for a moment. “Let’s see…whenever you come in here, you usually rent the girl-girl titles, right? Are you shopping for something for you and your girlfriend? Wife?” he asked casually, glancing at the wedding ring on her finger.

Amy felt her color deepen even more. “No, I don’t have a wife, or a girlfriend…per se, but, well, you see I’m married…to a man…but there is a friend of mine…who is a girl but she’s my best friend and see, well sometimes we… that is to say, I’m mostly here looking for things that I can use…on myself. For myself, I mean.” She thought she was going to die from embarrassment.

He laughed and said “Say no more, sugar, I can help you find whatever you need. Now do you have anything specific in mind? Oh wait, let me go help this gentleman out.” He went to check out a man who was renting some DVDs.

Amy found herself not only impressed by his memory of what her preferences were, given how infrequently she visited the place, but also by how comfortable she was with him, despite her being so flustered. If it had been anyone else I might’ve just walked out. Given that she was stoned and inexperienced--I’m stoned! she laughed to herself quietly—having a friendly, familiar face made all the difference.

She began looking through the toy section and was positively bewildered by the variety. There were vibrators and soft rubbery porta-pussies, butt plugs and dildos of every shape and size, ranging from little ones that were smaller than Howard to…profanely huge models. Her mouth dropped as she gawked at a life-sized rubber model of a man’s arm with a hand shaped into a fist, and just as she thought that was the most impossible thing she could imagine getting inside the human anatomy, she came across an immense, conical black thing a couple of feet long that rapidly widened to a base that looked as big around as a basketball. It simply said ‘Gonzo Butt Plug’ in big black letters on the top of its blister pack. She stood there staring at it, jaws agape.

“I think that might be a little…advanced for you, sweetie,” said the friendly voice in her ear, and Amy started. The clerk was smiling at her. “Hi, I’m Robert,” he said in a voice disarmingly deep and smooth for such a small man, and he held his hand out to shake.

She took it, a bit embarrassed by the perversely large sex toy she had just been staring at. “Hi, I’m Amy.”

The clerk nodded at her, looking again at the toy. “I see what you’re going for…why don’t we start over here?” He led her over to some much more down to earth products. “Now these are called butt plugs, and if you’re just starting out I’d recommend something like this.” He held out a plastic box containing three graduated plugs colored a metallic blue; the smallest one wasn’t much wider around than her thumb, the largest one was a decent enough size so that she blushed at the thought of getting that inside her ass. She could feel through the packaging that they were made of a firm yet squishy rubbery material, and she closed her eyes with delight wondering how something like that would feel inside her.

“See Amy, you start with the smallest one, get used to that, and then the next, then the next. Might take you awhile to work up to that big fella over there though,” he winked, pointing at the monstrosity she had been eyeing before.

Amy giggled a little, and just said “Sure, OK.”

“Anything else I can help you with?”

Amy said nothing, but wandered over to a nearby section where some more…anatomically correct looking toys were. “I’m sort of experimenting,” she went on haltingly.

“Well if you’re looking for something more realistic, I would suggest these.” He took down a toy from a shelf with an incredible array of dildos hanging from hooks. “These are the most…flesh-like in feeling. Believe me, I know,” he said in a low voice behind his hand, almost whispering conspiratorially even though no one else was in the store.

Amy laughed, disarmed by his cute candor. “See here,” he went on, “there’s a little hole in the packaging so you can see what it feels like.” She stuck her finger through the whole and…wow; she wasn’t sure that it felt exactly like flesh, but it was soft and velvety and felt like it graduated to a much firmer substance just below the surface. Whatever it felt like, Amy knew that she wanted it in her.

“Now these are spendy,” he went on, “but you get what you pay for…”

“I’ll take two!” Amy blurted out.

Robert laughed. “Should I get you a basket sweetie?” he asked innocently. Amy didn’t say anything; she was absorbed in making her choices. Robert left her to it and came back with a red plastic shopping basket with handles, like the ones found in grocery stores.

Amy had selected a dildo that was immensely fat, about 7 inches long and had a long slit peeking out from under a simulated foreskin.

“Excellent choice. That’s modeled after Rock Stiffhard’s cock. He’s a gay actor, but I’m sure it’ll work for you and your girlfriend just fine,” he said, winking at Amy, but she was too into making her choices to bother blushing. She grabbed another that was if anything even longer and fatter than the first one.

She put her stuff in the basket, and had worked her way over to some brightly colored ones that weren’t so lifelike. She pulled down a shiny pink one that was made from a material a bit firmer than the plugs she had bought; it was more modestly sized and while it did have an intimation of a head, it was much less anatomical than the other purchases. She popped it into the basket too.

“Going on a bit of a spending spree, are we?” Robert asked her casually.

“Oh, I’m not really worried about how much I spend today. I just want to get whatever I want.”

“Amen girl,’’ Robert exclaimed. “Down with the patriarchy. You know if more women just followed their own hearts and bodies desires the way men do, we’d have less of this macho bullshit running the world. Now look at me, the little gayboy mansplaining to a woman about her desires,” he laughed.

Amy laughed too; she found him positively delightful. Robert went on. “You know what else I like about this…I get a 10% commission on all toys and accessories I sell. The big boss thinks it makes for better salesmen.” He smiled at her, feigning innocence.

Amy chuckled again. “Well, let’s see if we can do something about that.” It seemed that her complete spaciness was starting to wear off just a little bit, leaving an intense residual happiness and a body tingle in its wake.

“Since you seem like you’re embarking on an adventure of sorts, may I suggest something a bit more…exotic for the lady?” He folded his arms, waiting for her reply.

“By all means good sir! Lead the way!” They both laughed, and Robert slipped his hand into Amy’s arm and led her further back into the store, carrying her basket for her.

He took down an incredibly long toy, nice and thick, dark black in color with a veiny-looking surface and a mushroom head at both ends. “Now don’t be alarmed…this is for two people. You and your girlfriend can use it at the same time…or you and your husband, if he’s adventurous enough.” He winked at Amy and she blushed; the thought of Sheldon using something like that was both preposterous and titillating.

“Now, the interesting thing about this model is that it’s really flexible, and it will stay in whatever shape you bend it in…more or less…so that a girl could, if she were really committed, use both ends on herself …one in the vajay and the other in the…tradesman’s entrance?” he said suggestively. “Of course, this one is a bit pricey because it’s top of the line.”

Amy cackled and covered her hand with her mouth. “Oh my yes. The tradesman’s entrance. We can’t neglect that now, can we?”

“Certainly not, madam.” Robert nonchalantly dropped it into her basket.

Something else caught her eye; something that did specifically make her think of Penny. There was big box with a picture of two women, one with a police hat, leather bra and a dildo strapped onto her, and she was fucking another woman who was bent over in front of her, looking over her shoulder with a phony look that seemed to Amy more like pain than pleasure. I guess it could certainly be both…

“Now what about this model?” she asked, pointing to it. Robert pulled it down.

“Excellent choice. Now it doesn’t come with that bra and cap, but it does come with toy and strap. This is good for girl-girl, of course, but can also be used on a man, or even between men; it’s hollow, so a more…modestly endowed gentleman could increase his performance capabilities. Let’s not be exclusionary…it can be used by all genders, or lack thereof. Now, it does come with a harness…that’s the thing you use to strap it to your body, but ladies that are bit more…roamy through the hips like you sugar, with that sexy wide booty, have complained that the harness just doesn’t fit. But never you fear; we’ve got a nice selection over here and I’m sure we can find one just right for you that works with this model of strap-on.”

This he also dropped into the basket without even asking, and moved forward with an exaggerated swish of his hand and sashay to his hips that Amy thought was the cutest thing ever.

“Now was there anything else you needed in toys and accessories before we move on to lotions, lubes and lingerie?” he said over his shoulder with a wink.

God I love this kid! Amy thought, and before they left he’d convinced her to buy a very expensive g-spot vibrator as well.

The next half hour or so was kind of a blur; Amy was charmed and disarmed by the lovely young man, and he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company as well. They were arm in arm and cackling like schoolgirls together. She bought several types of lube, including one that contained a stimulating jelly specifically for women.

“I can’t speak to it personally of course, but some of the gals that come through here find the sensation…interesting. Only one way to know.” Into the basket it went. He also suggested condoms, at which Amy balked at first. “If you’re going to be sharing toys with anyone else, condoms just make sense. And I’ll let you in on a little secret…anything that you use in the south entrance, if you put a condom on it makes clean up much easier, more pleasant and less smelly,” he whispered, feigning a bashfulness Amy knew full well he didn’t feel. “You gonna play around back there sugar, you gotta be ready for some surprises. And you’re going to want this solution here which is made specially for cleaning spendy toys like the ones you’re getting, leaving them daisy-fresh and ready for next time.”

As she was finally getting ready to pay for her stuff, she noticed several small brown bottles behind the counter, with names like ‘Raw Dog’ and ‘Manscent.’

“What are those?” she asked pointing at them.

“That? Well we’re supposed to say it’s incense or video tape cleaner, but I’m going to be straight with you honey. Some men like to inhale it. It makes a lot of men very turned on, and it also…relaxes particular muscles, in order to facilitate a certain type of engagement that some men enjoy with each other.” He leaned closer and whispered: “It makes your butt go loose so it’s easier to get stuff inside there. Gents call them ‘poppers’.” He stood back up and said in an exaggeratedly loud voice even though the store was still empty. “Not that you heard that from me.”

Amy was intrigued. “Does it work for women?”

Robert paused as he was ringing Amy’s stuff up, giving it a think. “Well, I suppose theoretically it should work the same way; I mean, a human body’s a human body, right? I can’t say as I’ve ever seen women buy them, although I know the ladies used to use ‘em just like the guys back in the disco days…way before my time though. If you want to try it, I’d recommend the Raw Dog. Not that I’ve ever used them,” he laughed and winked at her.

“Sure, why not?” Amy said as Robert finished ringing her up.

“Now those poppers can be pretty caustic; don’t get it on your skin. You just shake em up; they’ll rattle a bit. Then unscrew the lid, close one nostril, and take a sniff with the other one. And watch out; if you do too many they give you a headache.”

Amy nodded and looked around the empty store. “Kind of quiet around here today, isn’t it?” she said by way of conversation.

“Yeah, mid-week days are usually pretty slow. The fellas should start coming in soon to hit the arcade though.”

“What’s the arcade?”

“Video arcade. You pop in some quarters, the screen comes on, and you can find anything you might possibly want to watch. We’ve got over 250 channels. There’s chairs in the room…although it’s not strictly legal, basically it’s where guys go to watch porn, jerk off, and sometimes hook up with each other.”

Amy thought for a moment. She was starting to get desperately horny, positively dizzy at the prospect of using any one of these toys, let alone thinking about the sheer scope of the bounteous feast she was purchasing. Her thighs were wet and sticky and she was vaguely uncomfortable; she idly missed the days where she wore panty shields on a regular basis.

Amy decided that she couldn’t possibly wait to get back home to cum; between the cannabis and the insane stimuation of being in this store, she needed to get off now. “Do women go back there?” she asked.

Robert looked at her. “Not usually; sometimes prostitutes go back there, and although I’ve got nothing against those hard-working girls, we do have to chase ‘em out because that will get us busted. That being said…Amy it’s pretty much a place for guys to go to get off.”

“I need a roll of quarters,” Amy said resolutely, her heart pounding in her throat as her voice caught.

“You sure sweetie? I mean, you’ve just spent well over $600 today so far be it from me to stand between a woman and her mission to get off, if I may be so bold,” and here he winked at Amy. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. Tell you what; there’s nobody back there right now, so it’s as good a time as any. Let me get you those quarters, and you can go check it out.”

“I want to take my purchases with me,” she said, barely able to get the words out.

Robert laughed. “You go girl. You bought ‘em; they’re yours. Just give me a ten for that roll of quarters; I can’t put that on your credit card.”

She handed him three twenties from her wallet. “Keep the change Robert; you’ve earned it.”

“Well bless your little heart,” he said, handing her the quarters. “Between that and the commissions you’ve just made my week. Lemme tell you the rules: One: You have to keep the screen running at all times. There’s a light over the door when the screen is going, and if the light goes off I have to roust you. That means keep feeding the quarters. Two: Some of the booths have glory holes, and honey I’ll just tell you that’s where guys stick their dicks through a hole in the wall. You don’t have to do anything or touch it, but if you don’t want that kind of action, pick a booth without a hole. Most guys go back there looking for other guys but you never know.”

“There’s no one back there now, but it should start picking up soon. If anything happens and you feel unsafe, you just leave, or holler and I’ll be back there in a hot shit minute. And take my advice…keep the door to your booth locked.” His eyes were intently serious. “Go on back sweetie; you’ll be fine. I got your back. They’re nice and clean, we have a good staff. Not like some of the jizz joints around here.”

Amy’s heart was pounding so hard she thought she might pass out; it sounded so dangerous the way he put it. Still, she reasoned, there was no one back there right now.

As she headed up the stairs and down the dim corridor, she saw that it was a labyrinth of tiny rooms that were just a few feet square. In the room there were chairs and dimly glowing TV screens; some of the booths had holes cut in the walls a few inches around, just below what she imagined was waist height for an average man. She picked one in a corner that did have a hole; all of those were closer to the entrance, and as such felt safer.

She shut the flimsy door and locked it behind her, catching her breath. Remembering Robert’s rules, she ripped open the roll of quarters and popped in two dollars’ worth. Immediately a porn flick started playing; it was a black man and woman fucking; she was riding his cock while what looked like a Latina girl was riding his face and the two women were kissing. It was ridiculously loud, and she quicky found a volume button to adjust it.

Amy felt herself blush, and decided she wanted to try some of her toys. There was a plastic chair with what she felt were ridiculously long legs; she was almost on tip toes when she sat down. She sat on the chair and took out the more modest pink dildo, and felt deliciously horny (sleazy, again, like she had felt last night at Howard’s; that word kept coming back to her mind, and she was starting to like it.) Off her panties came, and into the bag they went. She didn’t even bother surfing the channels; this was fine with her. She struggled with the packaging on the dildo but eventually got it out. She needed no lube as she slipped it effortlessly inside her.

She moaned loudly as it entered her; it wasn’t as big as Sheldon but was a decent size. More importantly, however, it was the first real dildo she’d ever used; she’d occasionally fucked herself with fruit and vegetables when she was younger, but this was intense. It was cool and smooth and extremely satisfying as she cocked her hips forward and scooted down into the chair. She started fucking herself rapidly, rubbing her clit ferociously and she came hard a short minute later, groaning and gasping. She was embarrassed at the sound but couldn’t help it; besides it was hard to tell the difference between her sounds of pleasure and those emanating from the screen.

She felt like she was just now starting to build up; she paid more attention to what was going on on the screen and started to have another go at her clit. Suddenly she got a wild idea; she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since Penny had stuck her thumb up her Amy’s when they last fucked. Amy had soon unwrapped the graduated butt plugs and opened one of her tubes of lube. She eyed it greedily as she lubed up the toy; with the pink one still in her pussy, Amy grabbed a handful of paper towels from a dispenser in the wall and tried hiking her skirt up but decided it didn’t work, so off the skirt came and she tossed it into her bag. There was a suction cup base to the plug, and she licked it and stuck it onto the chair.

A cool breeze blew through the glory hole, and suddenly she got insanely turned on; she realized there was nothing stopping anyone from coming into the room next to her and watching her masturbate. It took her a minute to maneuver herself over the toy, but despite the lube, every time she tried to sit down on it she got frustrated; it felt to her asshole as though she were trying to mount a Philips-head screwdriver! She took the pink dildo out of her pussy and dropped it in the bag and felt for the poppers. She was desperately horny, and now wanted something in her ass more, it seemed, than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

There was a plastic seal on the poppers that was a bitch to get off; she tore and worried it with her fingernails and finally got the thing off.

Better see what it’s like first, she thought. Just like Robert had said she shook it vigorously, and it did indeed rattle. She unscrewed the lid and held it in one hand, closed one nostril, put it to the other and inhaled deeply.

It burned her nostril and throat and smelled odd at first; like a mixture of cat pee and fingernail polish remover. Immediately she felt a heat rise in the back of her neck and then wash upward, exploding over her head. It was a rush of pure ecstasy, and as she exhaled automatically, the heat spread through her. She slumped back in the chair and let the sensation wash over her. An insane wave of warmth coursed over her whole body, and she felt it in her loins and thighs most strongly. The tightness in her stomach loosened, and she could swear she did feel her ass and pussy go a bit loose on their own.

But most intense was the emotional sensation; she coughed and sputtered and almost dropped the open bottle of poppers as a wave of desire like she had never known overtook her. The noise from the TV seemed louder, like it was right inside her head, and as she slowly opened her eyes the screen was impossibly bright and she almost felt like she were there. She absentmindedly rubbed her clit and it was more responsive to her touch than it had ever felt in her life, even though she had just cum. She sat there in ecstasy, feeling as though she were in another world where fucking had become the one and only thing that mattered, and it was a joy and a privilege to just simply be a sexual being and have the capacity for that kind of pleasure. The feeling gradually wore off after a minute, and she slowly came back to herself.

Wow, she thought when she finally became fully sensate again. That may be one of the most intense things I’ve ever felt. I have to get that toy in my ass! She put the lid back on the bottle and fished the buttplug out from where she had tossed it in the bag; it was still slick with lube and she stuck it to the chair again.

The screen timed out and she quickly fed in all the rest of her quarters. She decided to be a bit more selective with what she was watching; she clicked the orange button and went through channel after channel of everything imaginable; gay sex of every kind, lesbian sex, straight sex, groups, masturbation, bondage and discipline. She finally settled on one channel with two women; one had her ankles behind her ears (just like Penny likes to do, she thought lustily) and another woman had her whole hand up inside the woman’s sloppily lubed vagina. She pulled it out and Amy saw it was formed into a fist; she watched the woman open her hand, curl her fingers up around her thumb and put it back inside the other woman, again pulling it out as a fist.

Oh my god that’s so hot, thought Amy, and knew this was the station for her. She backed up to her chair, took another hit off the poppers and screwed the lid back on. As the rush started to overtake her, she exhaled and found the plug with her right hand. She got light-headed and lost her footing; as she sank downward her asshole opened like a blossom and the plug was in.

It was such a fascinating sensation, and Amy groaned again loudly. Penny had warmed her up to the idea and Amy found that she loved it. As all the pleasurable feelings of the drug began to sweep through her body she found herself sitting down on the plug with all her weight, arching and undulating her hips as she rode and fucked herself with pure inspiration and enthusiasm. God that’s such an amazing feeling! A vague memory of fucking her own ass with a candle as a curious teenager came back to her; the candle had broken off inside her but fortunately she’d been able to pull it back out by the wick. I’d forgotten all about that…all about how much I liked having something up there.

She was dimly aware of pulling the pink dildo back out of the bag and working it into her pussy, and as she felt the two toys, one inside each of her holes she thought she might pass out. She rode and fucked and did everything her body demanded, feeling everything instinctual and right.

The poppers had sent such a hot sensation through her body that she pulled her shirt and bra off and before she knew it she was totally naked, feeling absolutely free and excited. She switched the channel to a station where a woman was sucking a man’s cock from behind as he was on all fours; he had a tremendously long and fat penis; it was uncircumcised and looked like an elephant trunk as the woman squashed his bright pink balls up into his ass while she greedily nursed the humongous tip. At first Amy was shocked by this odd position, but she soon found herself wishing more than anything that she had a great big cock to suck, and that she could bend a man over and suck it from behind. She took another hit from the poppers and got lost in the fantasy entirely, she was panting and desperate. The drug seemed to delay her orgasm but make the buildup all the more intense; she felt like she was out of her mind with desire.

She saw a light come suddenly through the glory hole: there was someone else next to her! At first she was terrified and thought about jumping up to put her clothes on, but she’d worked too hard to get these toys inside her and she wasn’t done cumming, not by a long shot. She’d set out to have a sex day for herself, and by-sweet-Christ she was going to do it.

With a flash of inspiration she scooted her chair around closer to the gloryhole, and propped her legs up so that her feet were flat on the wall on either side of the hole, legs spread and knees bent like she were at a gynecologist’s appointment, her crotch pointed straight at the hole. She moaned inadvertently and started grinding the plug and fucking herself harder…she was completely exposed, there was a strange man next to her, and she desperately wanted him to see her naked.

She got her wish; she could see the dim outline of a man’s face as she moaned and writhed in the chair. She heard a gasp, and what sounded like an ‘oh yeah baby’ and suddenly there it was: a fleshy tube of a cock, 6 or 7 inches long but fairly fat with a pulpy mushroom tip.

Amy thought she might die of desire; she took another hit off the poppers and started rubbing herself even more furiously, hardly able to believe that just a second ago she’d been wishing for a cock to suck and now here one was. The drug swept over her and she pulled her feet down, sat forward and took the dick into her mouth without another thought.

So different from last night! Whereas Howard had been a polite, satisfying mouthful, this fat prick was like an assault. She could barely close her mouth around it; it was like having a fleshy apple crammed into the back of her throat. She sucked at it greedily, gagging on it, working it with her left hand and moving her head back and forth. The man on the other side of the wall began thrusting greedily, and finding that at this angle she was able to keep both toys inside her without any help from her hand, with her right hand Amy furiously polished her agonizing clit, and came in an explosion of fireworks like she had never known.

It was a hard, insane, transcendent orgasm. Amy very nearly passed out; she could hardly believe that she was sucking a strange man’s dick that had just appeared through a hole in the wall but she loved it. It felt so right, so intimately perfect in her most profound depths. I’m a fucking slut. The thought came to her unbidden. I’m a fucking slut and I always have been. This only added fuel to the fire, and she actually came again out of nowhere, her agonized groan muffled by the fat phallus that was crammed into her mouth; she simultaneously rubbed her pussy, ground her hips and worked the cock (had she but known it) like a pro, letting it pound into the back of her throat as she kept perfect suction on it and suddenly she felt the fat tip swell even larger so that it cut off all her breath and then erupted like a volcano into the back of her throat.

To her it felt like it was a spewing firehose; she actually felt several hot spurts batter her uvula and tonsils, but her throat was open so wide that it all went down without her even gagging on it; in fact she sucked it greedily for more, letting it slide out until only the crab-apple head was still in her mouth and she worked the shaft with her left hand, sucking the meaty tip while her tongue coaxed the frenulum as if begging for more.

And then suddenly it was gone. As the man pulled out stringer of post-cum arced downward in the dim light, still attached at one end to his slit and at the other end to Amy’s bottom lip as the cock disappeared back through the hole in the wall and into darkness. Amy found herself a bit disappointed; the taste of his semen was vague at the back of her throat, but she found that even more intoxicating.

She was starting to come out of her drug-induced stupor somewhat as the man left without a word; she did have a bit of a headache, as Robert had warned her, but it wasn’t too bad. She extricated herself from the butt plug after pulling the toy out of her pussy. Remembering Robert’s admonition she tentatively sniffed the plug but it didn’t smell too bad; she cleaned both toys off and put them back into her bag wrapped in paper towels. She sat back on the chair and breathed for a moment, allowing the cool air conditioner breeze to waft over her naked, sweat-glistening body, her mind drifting back to the fisting video and the toy rubber man’s hand she’d been ogling before.

She sighed and, feeling somewhat sated for the moment, as her headache eased she started to get up to put her clothes back on. Just at that moment though, she saw a light go on in the room next door again and she paused, intrigued. She didn’t think she needed to cum again right now but nevertheless was…curious. It had been so interesting; yesterday at this time she’d never given a man head, and here now she had already given two blow jobs. It was nowhere near as scary in here as Robert had led her to believe it might be; why not see what this next cock looked like? She guessed the man wouldn’t have picked a booth with a hole in the wall next to an occupied room if he didn’t want to show off.

She sat back down on the chair (she had carefully cleaned up the lube from its slick surface) and waited, proud and conscious of her nudity but not self-conscious. Nothing happened for a moment, so she tentatively stuck two fingers through the hole, curious to see what would happen.

A moment later another cock came through. This one was much smaller than the last; maybe a bit longer and thicker than Howard’s but not by much. It was straight as an arrow, fully erect with an almost angry purple head, the tip of which peeped out from behind a modest foreskin.

This delighted Amy; another first! She had never had an uncut man in her mouth, and she took it in hand for a moment, sliding the sheath back and forth, back and forth over the head as the man groaned softly. How nice that must feel she thought as she leaned forward and began to nibble at the tip. It’s like having a built-in pussy to fuck. She idly thought it must be easier and consist of less…chafeage?...for a man like this to masturbate.

She started to get turned on again as she went to work on this new penis. She remembered how Howard, who was smaller, had really seemed to like it when she gagged on him, so Amy pressed forward so that her lips were all the way against the wall and formed a tight seal. The man started fucking her mouth more urgently and she did, in fact, gag a time or two (intentionally a bit loudly) as he rammed it home, but she enjoyed it. She slipped him out a bit and started working the base of the shaft with her hand, and before long she felt another slight swelling and heard a man’s groan through the wall as he spurted into her mouth.

This didn’t go all the way in the back of her throat; a lot of it got onto her tongue, but she noticed the taste wasn’t that bad…it was almost sweet, and again she milked it for every drop she could, feeling strangely fulfilled, a new sensation filling her heart at the satisfaction of simply being a means for someone’s pleasure. And again, like the last man, he pulled out, she heard a zip and he was gone.

Amy was starting to feel desire rise in her again, but wasn’t quite ready to masturbate yet; she decided that if her quarters held out, she probably had another one in her. Between the booze, the cannabis, and the poppers, she was feeling nothing but intensely sensate, so very in-the-moment, that she had no other considerations. Heartbreak, anguish and insecurity were all forgotten; she was simply here, naked and sensual and waiting for whatever experience came next.

She didn’t have to wait long; as the light came on in the room next to her again she rattled the jar of poppers and inhaled very deeply this time, screwed the lid on and sat back. Again, an almost vicious wave of pleasure and desire rushed through her, and on a whim, she opened her mouth wide and put it up to the hole in the wall, imagining herself to be simply a pleasure vessel as the drug again took hold.

She gasped and felt full of naked, unrequited lust as the invisible dick slid into her mouth. This one was quite a bit bigger; she could feel it had a pronounced upward curve, which was another first for her: she was keeping count now and this was the fourth dick she had sucked; including Sheldon’s the fifth she had ever experienced, and all of those had been ramrod straight. This one pummeled the back of her mouth as the man behind the wall got going. She closed her mouth all the way but because of the curvature found it difficult to form as perfect a seal on it as she had the others at this angle.

She pulled it out of her mouth to get a good look, working it with her hands. It was nice and long, and to her surprise also uncut; it curved sharply up into a pink, bulbous head with a long slit. Like with the last one she had fun working the foreskin over the head and back; she knew that nerves were centered under the frenulum and so increased the pressure at that spot as she slid his sheath back and forth.

Judging by the way he tensed himself and the increasing rigidity Amy could tell he was about to cum (look at this; I’m already turning into a pro), and on a whim she decided to jerk him off. She gave a couple more quick sucks on the head as she vigorously started working the shaft with both hands, and soon he came.

There were three rapidfire spurts: to her great surprise the first and most intense hit Amy right in the forehead, spattering thick and viscous, but she just laughed; the next one hit her glasses with an audible splat. She heard a gasp and a pounding on the wall as he thrust forward and the third spurt splattered onto her sweaty breasts; a few tertiary squirts also hit her torso and the floor. She grasped it tightly with both hands as she slowly wound down; one last white pearl appeared on the end of his slit and she kissed it off with her mouth, almost tenderly. As he pulled away Amy sat there, eyes closed, on her knees on the floor, covered in rapidly cooling, faintly fragant semen. She sat back on her haunches and waited for the man to leave.

After a moment she sighed; she was very glad for the plentiful supply of paper towels in the dispenser; while it was intensely erotic to be covered in cum like that, it was getting watery and starting to smell and run down her. She cleaned herself with the paper towels and tossed them in a wastebasket in the corner.

She was really worked up again now. I’m butt-naked, horny as hell and still have a long drive home. Might as well have another one before I pack things up. She switched channels again and found a particularly intriguing video where one naked woman was sitting in what appeared to be an empty kiddie pool cut into the concrete patio, and a line of dozens of women were taking turns walking up to her, crouching over her face (or just standing up above her) and pissing on her face, masturbating as they did so.

That’ll do it thought Amy, getting warm again at the remembrance of her and Penny’s bonding that night, bathing in one another’s golden showers. She sat back in the chair and decided on one more hit of poppers. Just as Amy had slid her pink dildo back into her pussy and really started to go at it, a light came through the gloryhole next door.

Again? I guess Robert was right; this place does start popping in the afternoon. She laughed at her double entendre. Still…might as well see what this guy brings. One last dick, she thought, giggling at herself again.

She couldn’t have been more shocked as this most recent and biggest cock came slowly sliding through the hole. It clearly belonged to a black man; it was a deep, chocolate brown even in the dark, with a tip faintly glowing pink in the flickering light of the screen. He wasn’t even erect and yet it dangled far down below the base of the gloryhole, and thumped the wall faintly.

Oh my Amy felt herself start to blush again. It’s so huge…this is some advanced stuff. She rattled the poppers again, took a long hit, and as the predictable wave of lust caromed through her body she took the member by the base and slowly lifted it up.

It was so long it drooped under her touch even as it started to firm up, and she lifted the head up with her other hand and put it in her mouth. He began to stiffen rapidly, and she was already warmed up and feeling the insane rush of the drug work its magic on her. Amy wasted no time getting him hard; there was no way she could fit it all in her mouth but she did her best; she felt like the poppers helped her relax her throat muscles too, and she was able to get most of it into her mouth before he began to truly harden, and she had to let some slide out.

Yet another first she thought to herself; even with two hands and her mouth around it she still couldn’t cover the whole thing. She worked it back and forth, drawing him as deep into her throat as she could before pulling out, each hand working it circularly in opposite directions. Before long he was hard in earnest, standing stiff and erect and curved actually very slightly downward.

Amy let him go for a second to admire it; now that was a porn star cock. Much to her disappointment he pulled it back through the wall, but then she saw his face come to the hole in the dim light.

“Let me feel you baby,” he said quietly.

Amy wasn’t aware that much talking went on in these situations, but she put her face to the hole and whispered “I’m sorry?”

“Let me feel you…let’s fuck. Slide that pussy up to the hole and let’s do this.”

Amy gasped, but didn’t have to think long. She reached into her bag for one of the condoms and put it up to the hole.

“Put this on,” she whispered breathlessly, hardly able to believe what she was about to do.

“No problem babygirl, whatever you need. I’m gonna make you feel so good…” Amy heard him tear it open and had a moment of inspiration.

The chair had a back that was held up from the base by two metal posts; the back was just high enough so that the gloryhole fit perfectly into the wide opening at the chair’s back. (She thought for only a second before deciding that that fact was probably more than just serendipity.) Amy backed the chair up against the wall and turned around so that her ass was facing the hole. She was just able to put the weight of her spread legs on the chair with the balls of her feet on the floor. She backed up so that her pussy was perfectly aligned with the gloryhole. She took another long hit from the poppers, feeling again the familiar sensation sweep through her as she guided him upward and felt him press the head of his cock gently at her entranceway, just parting her insanely engorged inner labia but not going in, the widest part of the head pushing tantalizingly at her doorstep; he was knocking, and Amy had opened the door, but the gentleman still waited.

God he really knows what he’s doing, Amy closed her eyes and sighed to herself. Finally he entered her, going only so far as to push the immense head past the last of her body’s resistance, and he thrust ever-so gently.

Amy moaned, but just as she was about to push herself all the way back and invite him all the way into her, she stopped. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but suddenly it seemed very wrong to her, and she couldn’t reconcile it. She pulled forward and actually gasped as his immense head slid back out; her body wanted it so badly, but in a flood she knew that this was somehow different to her; she had found her limit. Sucking dick, licking pussy, all the things she had done over the past few weeks were one thing, but suddenly she knew that, at least for now, letting someone fuck her was still reserved only for Sheldon.

Still, she was ridiculously turned on, and still wanted to cum, still wanted to make this man cum. She thought about saying something to him but decided against it. I don’t owe him anything, she thought suddenly. All he is is a dick sticking out from the wall.

But what a dick…almost as if reading her mind he thrust his cock all the way through, revealing his member in all its massive length and girth. She guessed that it was probably way over ten inches long, and couldn’t even guess at the girth; she wasn’t even sure that the hole was big enough for him to get the width of his base all the way through. She slowly unwrapped the condom and let it drop to the floor; if the man on the other side of the wall minded he didn’t give any indication.

My my, Amy thought to herself. A thing of beauty is indeed a joy forever. In the flickering light she could see the shadows of the veins; its slight downward tilt gave way under her hands as she straightened it nearly out, slowly stroking back and forth as she opened her mouth wide to take it into the back of her throat as far as it could go, closing both her mouth and her eyes at the same time, her hands working in a gentle circular motion.

She was terribly horny again; she wanted yet another orgasm. Without taking him out of her mouth she fished behind her and pulled her bag around. She pulled out the pink toy she had been working with and slid it into her pussy, moaning as she did so. After she took another long inhalation from the small brown bottle, she was able to get the middle-sized plug into her asshole simultaneously, and she felt herself get weak.

God these things are strong! She thought, marveling at the small bottle of poppers she held. She was on her knees now on the cool floor, and with her right hand she began languorously stroking her clit, enjoying every sensation: the velvety, elephantine cock, its natural angle making it easy to hammer its way farther down her throat; the feel of having toys in her pussy and ass simultaneously; every orifice stuffed with something ecstatic as the drug swept through her, causing her desire to swell again like a wave, then crest, recede a bit and swell even more; the flickering of the unseen porno behind her as the women moaned and screamed in ecstasy; the cool air-conditioned breeze caressing her breasts as they swayed gently with the motion of her body. She felt like the right hand that was working her clit was hardly connected to her at all; it was as though some automatic pleasure mechanism that read, understood, and responded to her every whim was working at top speed, making every minor adjustment necessary to bring her to the maximum pleasure possible.

When she finally came, she couldn’t breathe any more with the massive member clogging her airways. She pulled back until the cock sprung from her mouth and it hung there, wagging and slapping her face like a wet wand. Her ass and pussy were simultaneously clenching and releasing on the objects inside them; she had no control over her musculature anymore and still the disembodied hand did its work unbidden, stopping suddenly then continuing on its own even faster as a second, more powerful orgasm overtook her, and the similarly disembodied cock in front of her face began to unload in a shower of semen, warm ropes splattering her chin and chest.

Amy tilted her head back and wailed, rocking back and forth, her ass resting on the balls of her feet as a wave of harsh, buzzing ecstasy swept from the bottom of her neck, up the back of her head and over the top of her scalp, and right before it happened she knew that she was going to pass out, but didn’t know why. Her body was still exploding when the lights then went out suddenly in her mind, and she knew darkness.

***

When she came to she was face down on the floor, ass still in the air, her cheek in a slick puddle of semen, and she seemed to be coated in the stuff; it was cooling on her back and sides, and she could feel the viscous fluid all in her hair. It was pitch black, and then she heard the sound that had awoken her; a gentle but insistent pounding on the door.

“Sweetie? Amy? You OK in there? Honey talk to me. The light’s off.” She recognized Robert’s voice.

Amy rousted herself slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m OK. I’ll be out in a minute.” She sat up and held her throbbing head.

“You had me worried there for a minute. Just take your time; I locked the room next to you when I went in there and saw you on the floor. I thought I heard a scream in there.” A couple quarters slid through the crack below the door.

Amy’s head was throbbing, and she wiped her face off, sitting for a moment on the cool floor, still naked. The dildo in her pussy had fallen out, but the butt plug was still firmly inside her; she crouched on the balls of her feet and pushed down gently; it slid wetly out of her and plopped onto the floor. Suddenly her head began to swim, and she just had time to lurch toward the wastebasket before she puked, a couple of heaves of breakfast filling the container. She felt dizzy and queasy, and slightly shocked at what she had been doing, but she couldn’t afford to think too hard about it just now; it was terribly dark in here and she just wanted to get herself together and get out of here; her ardor was spent, and she thought she was starting to feel hung over.

She was covered in semen, and the room smelled incredibly strong; she recognized it as man-cum and the odd cat pee scent due to the bottle from which she had been inhaling in order to increase the intensity of her orgasms. She supposed the last man had finished himself off while she was unconscious on the floor, and that was why she was covered in spunk, which had grown thin and was running off her in rivulets. She wasn’t sure what the protocol was in these places, or whether or not it was OK to shower an unconscious woman with sperm. Still, she suddenly remembered, he had already started to orgasm just before she passed out, so he probably hadn’t even known. The smell of the enclosed room was starting to make her queasy again.

Grateful for Robert’s thoughtfulness at locking the room into which the glory hole opened so that she had no fear of any further visitors, she found the hole with the quarter slot; it was surrounded by a dim red light. She popped the two quarters in that Robert had slipped her and turned it back on; the women were still lining up and pissing all over the one girl. Jesus, how many women are there? When they zoom out, it looks like at least 50 or 60. Not one of them had a stitch of clothing on, excepting a few who wore various types of shoes. She stared for a moment, amazed at the incredible array of shapes, sizes, colors and ethnicities of women lining up to piss on the one girl. I’d like a turn; wish I was in line waiting to piss on that bitch, she thought idly, surprising herself.

She took some towels and wiped off her chin, her moist crotch, thighs, and her lube-slicked ass. She wiped off her back and sides as best she could, but she still felt slimy and disgusting, and there was nothing she could do about her hair for the moment besides wipe the worst of it out.

She stood, woozy for a second, but managed to put on her clothes and sit in the chair, straightening her hair as best she could. Making sure she hadn’t left anything, she unlocked the door and stepped out.

After the dim light in the booth it felt ferociously bright in the store, but fortunately for the moment it seemed as if no one else but Robert was there. He was behind the cash register, looking concernedly at her. Amy hoped she didn’t look as bad as she felt. Glancing at her watch, she was shocked that she had been in the arcade for no more than 45 minutes, tops. It had felt like an eternity.

“Robert, do you have a bathroom I can use?” she asked hesitantly, her voice coming out harsh and froggy. She went into a coughing spasm that she couldn’t seem to control; for a second she felt like she could hardly breathe and was afraid she might vomit again. She braced herself against a rack of porn titles. Cum Skank: Semen Showers Vol. 10 stared back at her, and she grimaced.

“Sure thing sweetie. I won’t have you using the public restroom; there’s an employee lounge back here behind the counter.” He gestured her onward, and put a concerned hand on the small of her back as he unlocked a door in the black wall behind the counter. There was a room with a small sofa and a soda machine, an old CRT TV on a counter, and another door.

“Bathroom’s right in there,” Robert pointed.

It was small, clean, and to Amy’s great delight there was a cubby hole in the wall stocked with ratty but clean terry cloth towels. She first hiked her skirt and had a good long piss; she felt like she had to crap but nothing came out. She supposed it was an after effect of the toys. She stripped once more and wetted a towel with warm water, giving herself the best sponge bath she could manage. She stuck her head straight into the sink and got her hair soaking wet, and then dried it with the largest towel she could find.

Well, it’ll have to do for now, she thought, eyeing herself ruefully. Her eyes were woefully bloodshot and her hair was a wet mess, but otherwise she supposed she looked no worse for the wear. She went back into the employee lounge, but another wave of dizziness passed over her and she sat down on the couch, unsure of what she was going to do next. The mindless chatter of local evening news wafted quietly from the television, and her mind went curiously blank.

The door opened and Robert came in, shutting it behind him. He came and sat next to her on the couch. “Well,” he smiled at her. “How were Amy’s Adventures Through the Glory Hole?” His attempt at levity was lost on her; she simply pointed at the soda machine.

“I want a Coke, but I’m all out of quarters.”

Robert stood up. “Oh shit, honey, nobody pays for these.” He walked up to it, held in the Coke button with one hand, pounded the side of the machine viciously with his other fist and kicked the bottom simultaneously. There was a clang and a clatter and he brought her back a can, popped it open with a hiss and handed it to her.

Amy grabbed it greedily and took a long, full chug, emptying half the can at one go. She let forth a tremendous belch and covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she smiled, starting to feel halfway human again. “I was really thirsty.”

“Don’t worry about it. So…are you alright? I heard something back there and thought you might be in trouble. There was a fella coming out of the booth next to you, and when I looked through the G.H. it looked like you were passed out on the floor.”

“Oh I’m fine,” Amy said. “That noise you heard from me…that was a good noise…” she trailed off, and Robert winked at her.

Amy went on “Leastways, nothing happened in there that I didn’t want. At least at the time…” her bottom lip began to tremble, and she swore she wouldn’t cry, but she kept on talking. “I wouldn’t want you to think bad of me; I mean you know I have a husband that I love, and my best friend…well she and I have been, I mean I thought everything was going great between us and we made the hottest love I ever imagined and now she won’t even talk to me…” Amy broke down in sobs. Way to go, crybaby! She all but kicked herself.

Robert scooted closer and put a consoling arm around her shoulder. Amy relaxed into him, letting herself have a good cry for a moment as he gently patted her back. So many emotions were washing back through her…the sadness over her deteriorating relationships took a back seat for a moment to a sense of loathing and remorse she was having over her actions today. As she slowly pulled herself together, Robert handed her a tissue from a box that was sitting on a little table next to the sofa.

She went on. “And now I feel so terribly guilty about coming here…I mean I was just so horny,” she said and stopped herself, feeling suddenly ashamed about what Robert might think of her.

He just chuckled, favoring her with a friendly smile. “I knew from the moment I saw you today that you were a girl on a mission to get off, sweetie, and that’s sort of what we do here. If people didn’t need all this” he gestured into the air vaguely “then we wouldn’t be in business. I know you didn’t ask for it, but if you want my two cents’ worth, you should take that guilt you’re feeling, fill up a big bag with it and then drop that bag in the river.” He made a gesture like dusting his hands off, and Amy smiled through her tears.

“Seriously though, you are about the sweetest person I’ve ever seen come through here. But don’t worry about what I think. It’s about you. Clearly, you aren’t getting something you need, so you came here to find it, and what’s wrong with that? I see all kinds of people come and go in here; mostly men, sometimes male-female couples, but not a lot of women come in here on their own. It’s tough being queer sweetie…is this kind of new to you?”

Amy thought for a second. “I don’t think I’m…queer…I mean, am I? I never thought about it that way. I just love Sheldon, and I love Penny too, and it just feels…right. Natural.”

“Well, far be it from me to tell you anything about yourself,” Robert went on, “but you’re right—it is natural, and it’s right as rain. It kind of sounds like you’re describing being queer, which isn’t a bad word anymore (at least depending on how you use it.) But what it basically means is…well, you can use it to describe anyone who is anything other than straight as an arrow. And if you love your girlfriend as much as you say you do, you might want to think about what that means, that’s all.”

“Coming to a place like this and…doing whatever it was you were doing back there…I don’t know. Again, I’m not judging, but it just feels to me like…that’s not really you. And I don’t really know you, I know that. But you love your man, and you love your woman, and sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with that. You said it yourself. There’s nothing more natural, and if you’ve got enough love in your heart to give it to both of them then that shouldn’t be a bad thing. In fact it’s a beautiful thing. More love in the world? Who could complain about that? More pleasure in the world? Amy, honey, that’s why I like working here. I’m going to school, and you can believe I’ve got bigger dreams than this place, but love and pleasure, sweetie, if you want my advice, don’t ever feel bad about wanting or needing those. “

“With me I always knew. It was boys, boys, boys, from the time I was little. That part was easy for me. But we live in a world that every day tells queer folks ‘you aren’t ok.’ ‘You’re a dirty pervert.’ ‘You’re a sinner; god hates you.” His eyes were intent and serious as Amy started into them.

“Things are getting better, no doubt. But how hard we’ve had to fight, us gay men and lesbians, and queer and trans folk, just to be able to exist without that very existence being a crime, to be able to not have our children torn from us, to be able to marry the ones we love…shit. Some straight white Christian man in congress wants to tell me about my rights? He doesn’t get to tell me shit about my rights. I tell him about my rights…sorry. I guess I’ve been on my soapbox for a minute.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say, sweetie, is just you be you, and love who you love. If you let those chips fall where they may…well, if you’re true to yourself, how can you be wrong?” He seemed to be talking more to himself at this point, staring off into the room.

But his words had penetrated straight to Amy’s heart. She sniffled and wiped her nose.

“I guess I never thought about it that way. It’s just so…complicated. And I think I’m fucking it up. My marriage and friendship, I mean. But I feel so alone sometimes.”

“It sure sounds complicated. But there’s no reason a dearheart like yourself should have to feel alone. Or have to come out to seedy San B. for some action,” he winked at her.

Amy’s head was starting to clear, but out of the blue she went into another coughing spasm that had her seeing stars. Robert laughed and clapped her on the back.

“And take it easy on those poppers; you can’t fly right out of the gate.”

She finished coughing and croaked out “God I need a drink.” Robert gestured to the Coke can that was still in her hand.

“I mean a real drink,” Amy said.

Robert laughed. “Now that I can’t help you with.”

“But maybe I can,” said Amy, remembering the two tiny vodka bottles in her purse. She fished them out and held one out to Robert.

“What the hell,” he said, and after they had twisted the tops off, they clacked the tiny bottles together in a toast and down the hatch they went. Amy chased hers with a swallow of Coke; Robert grimaced and grabbed the can from her to do the same as Amy laughed. The booze took the last of the edge off her mini day-drinking hangover, and she stood up, looking at her watch again.

“Well, I should be getting back to Pasadena. It’s almost three and traffic’s only going to get worse.”

“You sure you’re ok to drive?” asked Robert.

“A few minutes ago I was thinking about taking a nap on the sofa here, but I think I’m good to go. At this rate I just might beat my husband home, and that would save me a lot of hassle.”

“Well, if you say so.” Robert stood up too. A quiet buzzer sounded. “Got a customer; I guess it’s back to work.”

Amy gathered her things and followed him out. He paused and turned toward her. She smiled softly at him, and he returned it. She set her bag and purse down and swept the little man up in a spontaneous hug; he laughed and returned it, squeezing her tight.

“I don’t want to see you back here,” he said quietly, smiling but clearly serious. “I’d never stop you, but sweetie, you don’t belong in this place. At least not back there,” he nodded to the arcade.

Amy pursed her lips and inhaled deeply, nodding. “I know. But it was something I needed today. The only thing I’m sad about is that I won’t get to see you.”

Robert smiled back at her. “Now that’s something we can change.” He took a business card from a small rack on the front counter and wrote his email address on the back. “We can keep in touch, if you want.”

Amy took the card from him. “I do want,” she said quietly, and with a tiny smile she turned and headed to the back of the store, down the corridor and out to her car.
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The Awakening of Amy Farrah Fowler