What Happens at the Gloryhole by faringwayb
Dive into the tantalizing world of “What Happens at the Gloryhole” by faringwayb, where hidden desires and steamy encounters await. Explore the thrilling secrets of lust and temptation that unfold behind a wall, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. Indulge your fantasies and uncover what lies on the other side!
Sometimes it’s best to know who is on the other side of the hole , This bar sucked. Why did her friends drive her to this stupid honkey-tonk dive anyway? Country music blared out of a beat up jukebox and the only people besides Toni and her friends were old cowboy wannabes and wrinkled divorcees looking to score with said wannabes. Cigarette smoke hung in the air and everything was sticky. The three twenty-somethings in their skinny jeans and flannel stood out like a sore thumb in this place.
Toni watched her friends drunkenly shoot pool. They seemed to be having a good time, at least. Mira had some trucker looking guy chatting her up and Val, apparently, found the only dyke in the whole county and was on her way out to the designated smoking area to ‘chat’ with her. A few people had tried to hit on Toni but she was not having it.
“This is the kind of place my dad would hang out at,” she grumbled over her fifth long island. Tossing it back, she set the glass on the counter and called over the bartender, “Ay, y’all got a bathroom?”
The very sweet discount Dolly Parton look-alike nodded, “Sure do, sugar. Just go around down that hallway and it’s on your left. You want another long island waiting for you when you get back?”
“Now that’s what I call customer service! But no thank you, miss…?”
“Sadie, honey. How about a water instead?”
“Yes, please, Ms. Sadie.” Toni reached into her pocket and fished out a ten-dollar bill and stuffed it in the tip jar. Sadie had been the only good thing about this place. With that, Toni staggered off to the bathroom.
Down the hall and to her left was indeed the women’s bathroom, however, upon entering the women’s bathroom, Toni decided to take her chances with the men’s. It smelled as if someone had clogged the toilet and left it there to rot. Trying not to lose all of her long islands on the sticky wood floor, Toni quickly made her way across the hall.
The men’s was surprisingly cleaner. The dingy linoleum was coming up in places, missing in others, but it at least didn’t smell like the sewer; Just normal things like piss and smoke. She stopped to check herself in the cracked mirror- ruffling her short, lime-green undercut to make it messier. Her eyeliner was smudged but in a cool, edgy way that drove her parent’s crazy. Band patches and rips were used as decoration on her flannel vest and tight jeans, and her heavy boots suggested she was willing to kick someone’s face in.
She thought she looked cool. In her drunken stupor, if she had seen someone who looked like her at the bar, she’d try to fuck them.
Chuckling at her own stupidity, Toni went into the first stall and went to take care of her business.
Mike pulled up to the bar and stepped out of his truck. This would be a good place to take a break for a while before driving back to the station. He was finishing his last haul before his two-week vacation. Which he viewed as both blessing and curse.
Toni would also be on vacation at that time and she chose to come stay with him instead of buying a plane ticket to her mom’s. He liked his daughter well enough but over the years they had grown distant. She became more rebellious and did things that didn’t make sense to him. Shaking his head, Mike decided to head on into the dive for a good drink to clear his head.
The place was pretty empty when he got inside. Some small town regulars having a good time. It was just the kind of place he liked- simple, quiet, and a place to have a beer and conversation.
“Hello there, honey, what can I get for you today?” A busty blonde with hair that reminded him of Dolly Parton stepped up to his place at the counter.
“Just a cold beer, ma’am,” Mike said. “Been on the road a while, need something to clear the dust,” he added with a laugh.
She smiled at him and nodded, “Comin’ right up.”
When he got his drink, Mike turned to face the rest of the bar and relaxed. He liked this place; It was the real deal, not like those city clubs that were filled with lights and music that sounded like a cat going through a car engine. He did spot a couple of girls who stood out among the country folk. They reminded him of people Toni would hang out with.
He shrugged and sat for a while, chugging down glass after glass as he observed. They weren’t causing any trouble and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Mike raised his third beer to the trucker who was dancing with one of the girls. The man winked back at him, and he chuckled.
Go get ‘em, boss, he thought as he finished off the beer.
“Ma’am, where’s your john?” he asked when the bartender came back to check on him.
“Down the hall to your right.” She pointed in the direction. “You want another beer when you get back?”
“That would be kind of you,” he tucked a five-dollar bill into the tip jar, and headed to the bathroom.
When he got to the bathroom, he stopped to check himself in the mirror. God he looked tired. The bags under his eyes reminded him of his daughter’s smudgy makeup. He removed his company hat and fixed his hair- he’d need a trim soon; It was getting a little shaggy. Same with his beard. Mike turned his head side to side and huffed. His clippers had broken halfway on his route and no shop anywhere carried the brand he liked. So now here he was with a heavy stubble and a disheveled goatee. He had also put on some weight over the year- not a whole lot, but enough for him to notice.
He shook his head and went to go to the first stall but saw it was occupied. Peeking down, he saw a pair of skinny legs and dark leather boots. Must be a guy friend to the girls he saw. So he moved on to the second stall and went to take care of business.
Toni had been dicking around looking at memes on her phone for who knows how long when she heard the bathroom door open. She froze and listened as the man stopped at the sink then moved on to her stall. His beige work boots hesitated for a moment before moving on to the next stall. The door shut and the lock clicked, and soon she heard the tell-tale sounds of a man taking a piss.
Maybe she should leave. Ugh, but it was so nice to be in a private place where no one would bother her. She rolled her eyes internally and sighed. No, the nice bartender would start to worry if she didn’t come back.
The toilet flushed and she heard the sound of toilet paper rolling out. Hey, she had to give this guy credit for going the extra mile when it came to clean up. So many guys she knew would leave little droplets and call it good.
Suddenly the dispenser on both her side and his came loose and crashed to the floor. She and the man both swore at the same time and in the immediate silence that followed, Toni knew that the man knew a woman was in the bathroom. But what disturbed her more than that knowledge was what had been hiding under the loosely bolted dispensers.