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These are the current parts of Glroy Hole (Parts I - III).  Please note
that Parts I - II are <RP> (reposts) for those who either wanted them
again, or did not get them the first time around.  Subsequent parts to
follow as they are done.

   Enjoy, Bulldog

   The Glory Hole, Part I (Chapters 1 - 3)

   Warning 1: this story contains material of an adult, sexual nature.  It
is solely fiction, and is meant for an adult audience and is, in no way,
intended for reading by anyone considered as a minor in any area of the
world.  It is also not intended to be read by those residing in any area,
township, state, country, or principality, where the reading and possession
of stories containing sexual content is prohibited.  If you have any doubts
about the legality of either possessing, or reading this story in the place
of your residence, I suggest that you destroy it, immediately, and read no
further.  It might actually be a good idea to wash out your hard drive with
a strong disinfectant and cancel your Internet Service contract, but that
is your personal choice.  All of the characters are solely imaginary and
bear no resemblance to anyone, living or dead.  All other standard
disclaimers apply, as do any non-standard disclaimers, and any and all
disclaimers not (c) by others.

   Warning 2: this part of this story contains references to IR sex, oral,
anal, and toys.  Additional parts will contain these, and more.  Each part
will be identified, as to the sexual content of that part.  As this is
basically the setup, not much happens, except a bit of dialogue, a touch of
character development and some foreshadowing.

   The Glory Hole, Part I by Bulldog (Chapters 1 - 3) All material (c)
Bulldog 200, and as such, may not be reproduced in any form, without prior
written consent.

   Chapter 1

   "What'chu mean, a GLORY HOLE?" Ray demanded.  "I ain't never heard of no
GLORY HOLE!"

   "Calm down, little bro'.  It's gonna be fun.  Just you wait and see."
Jamal reassured the younger boy, "there's plenty of white women, who'd just
love to get their lips on what you got between your legs.  Lighten up and
listen.  Here's the plan.  First, we go over to the bookstore on Frasier
Road, you know the one past the rail yard?  Then Clarence and I'll go in,
'cause ya' need to show an I.D.  We'll head back to the 'hole' and unlock
the backdoor, so you can come in.  That way you don't have to flash no card
at the man at the front door - he says ya' gotta' be 18 to enter, you know?
Me n' Clarence got I.D.s so we can get right in, besides we look 18!  You
OK, so far?"

   "I don't know, man, it all sounds weird to me!  Tell me some more about
this 'glory hole' thing."

   " Then we go behind this wall that's beside the toilet.  It's got a
couple of holes cut in it, and you stick your dick through the hole an get
a bj from ladies...  white ladies mostly, who love to suck cock.  I guess
their husbands and boyfriends won't let 'em do THEM, so they go down to a
'glory hole' to get a mouthful, if you know what I mean?"

   "I don't know man.  Is it all white women?"

   "Nah, sometimes there's a sista' or two, but not often.  I suppose they
get all they want at home!" Jamal added.

   "What about dudes?  They ever got any dudes there?" Ray asked.

   "Nah, not usually...  "

   "But what if they DO have some dudes?  Man I don't want some D-D-DUDE
sucking on me!" Ray stammered.

   "Don't worry little bro' we drilled a secret hole in the wall and can
watch who comes and goes, so you won't have to stick your dick through the
wall unless it's for someone, who you WANT to suck it." Clarence chimed in.

   "Shit, man!  I don't know...  " Ray whined, "this is just too fucking
weird, man!"

   "Come on, you said you wanted a bj, didn't ya?  This is the easiest way
to do it.  Some gal gets her mouth filled up and you get blown.  Nobody
sees ya' or knows who ya' are.  It just happens.  Easy, man, real easy!"
Jamal grinned, "and you being 16 ain't a problem either.  As big as your
pecker is, any white woman's gonna think you're a full-grown man!  What ya'
say?"

   "OK, but only if I get to see who's gonna be suckin' me off and I don't
have to stick my dick through no wall, if I don't want to!" Ray blurted. 
"You swear there aren't any dudes?"

   "Nah, Ray, no dudes."

   "What do I have to do, get it hard for them?" Ray asked, obviously
getting more involved in the plan now.

   "Easy as pie, man," Clarence said.  "All you have to do is look to see
who's there, and if you like 'em, you just stick your dick through the
wall. That's all there is to it.  You just stand there, and they do all the
work."

   "Do you shoot in their mouth?" Ray asked.

   "Some want you to, others will take your dick out of their mouths and
jack you off.  Some want you to shoot on their face, some want you to shoot
on their tits.  One woman turned around and stuck her ass up to the hole
and begged me to fill her asshole with cum!" Clarence grinned.  "Man she
had one fat ass, that bitch!  I understand why her old man wouldn't let her
suck his dick."

   "Oh man, you mean they're fat and probably ugly too?" Ray grimaced.

   "Nah, this one was fat, but had a cute face and a really cute mouth. 
She just wanted her asshole filled, that's all.  I was cummin' and spraying
and she never did get my dick up her, before I had soaked her down, but
good," Clarence laughed.  "I've been waiting for her to come back, and I'll
stick it right up her poop-chute, and it won't cost her one dime!"

   "You mean they PAY for this?" Ray demanded.

   "Yeah, they pay $10.00 to the dude at the door.  Then they get a bunch
of quarters and head back to the peep show booths.  When they get all hot
and bothered, they come to see us!" Clarence's grin filled his entire face,
exposing a mouthful of bright white teeth, with one gold-rimmed crown,
which glistened in the afternoon sun.  "As soon as you get out of school
tomorrow, we'll pick you up by the gym and head over there.  A lot of these
ladies like to do their 'shoppin' before their kids get home from school,
and their husbands get home from the plant!"

   "Yeah," Jamal added, "some places got holes in the wall right there in
the peep-show part, but not this place.  Sometimes, too, the chick will
stick her finger in the hole and that's a sign that she wants your dick to
be stuck back through.  That's OK in most 'holes' but since we have a
lookout hole there, we already know when they're ready.  We're ahead of the
game!"

   "OK, OK, I'll do it, but don't I get some of the money?" Ray inquired.

   "Nah, little bro' we're taking the chance, sneakin' ya' in, and all that
shit, so you only get a blowjob - only get a blowjob - doncha' love the
sound of that?" Jamal intoned.  "Like when I was your age, I wish some of
my older friends had set ME up to get a blowjob.  Now here you go asking to
get paid, PLUS a blowjob.  Man you kids have NO values today...  no sense
of ethics" Jamal's voice trailed off as he shook his head in mock disgust.
"Man, all I really need myself is just the blowjobs, the few bucks are just
walkin' round money, you know, chump change.  Me n' Clarence need it to buy
gas for my car and all, plus to get all sweet-smellin' for the white
ladies, ya' know what I mean, Vern?" Jamal tried to do his best Jim Varney
imitation, but came out sounding more like Richard Prior.

   Jamal was grinning as broadly as Clarence, who was poking Ray in the
ribs.

   "Come on, little bro' this is gonna be fun.  All ya' do is stick out
your dick and some white bitch comes over and sucks it!  Man, what could be
better than that?"

   "I don't know man, I just hope she's not fat and ugly!  And hear me,
both of you, NO DUDES!  Do you understand?  I don't care what color they
are.  NO DUDES!  Read my lips!" Ray snapped, trying for George Bush, but
failing miserably.  "You sure I can see who's in the toilet?  Cause I'm not
sticking my dick through some hole and letting some fat ugly white woman
suck me off, or no DUDE!  Ya got that?"

   Chapter 2

   "Will you be able to get the present this afternoon, Sue?" Connie
Ferguson asked.  "We need to wrap it for Sharon before the shower."

   "Sure, I'll head over to that shop after class today, 'cause I don't
want to be in that part of town after dark.  It's bad enough that I'm going
to an adult bookstore, much less in that part of town," Sue Shamansky
added. "But at least no one will recognize me over there...  at least I
hope not!"

   "Don't worry.  All you have to do is park around back, walk along the
east side of the building between the pool hall, and poof, you're right in
the door.  Tell the man behind the counter that you want a dildo as a gift
for a friend and he'll fix you up.  Oh, Sharon is gonna' get a kick out of
this.  I'll bet Jeff gets a kick out of it too, once they're married."

   "Is this the best gag gift we can come up with?  I mean how about
something from Frederick's of Hollywood?  They have one over in Sunland
Mall.  It would be a lot easier than this," Sue said.

   "Now, we've been through all that, and ALL the girls have decided that a
dildo would be funnier, than some crotchless panties, or something from
Frederick's.  Besides, you might find something there that YOU'D like too,"
Connie smirked.

   "I doubt that very much, thank you!" Sue snapped in mock anger.  "My
social life has really picked up recently, so I won't be needing anything
from that little shop of horrors!" she grinned.

   "Yeah, I've noticed the increase in your social activity, all right -
like chaperoning the 9th grade sockhop?" Connie teased.

   "Well, I have to say that that sockhop WAS the highlight of this Fall's
social calender!" Sue said smiling smugly.  "Some of those 9th grade boys
were really putting the moves on the girls.  If it hadn't been for me and
Mr Thomas, from Shop, there's no telling what might have happened.  Wow,
the hormones were really rushing!"

   "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Bob Matthews nearly caused cardiac arrest,
when he used his reproductive organs chart in health class last week.  A
couple of the boys nearly swallowed their tongues on that one!  A few of
them thought that that chart was a dream come true.  I'll bet that Matthews
has it locked in the school safe" Connie mused.

   "Poor guys are so awkward at that age.  They think they know what it's
all about, but really haven't a clue.  They step all over themselves to be
near the girls, but are still wishing they didn't have to have anything to
do with them.  They'll get over it, and sooner than they realize," Sue
added.  "Yeah, like I wish Pete White would get over it and realize that
girls, no women, aren't really all that bad," she thought to herself. 
"Hell, I don't need any real commitment from him, just for him to relax
around me, and not be so defensive.  It's not like we both haven't been
through some serious relationships in our past."

   "What was that, Sue?" Connie asked.

   "Oh nothing, I was just thinking aloud," she said.  "I was just thinking
about Pete, that's all."

   "So you two are still together?"

   "Sort of.  He thinks that I'm trying to rope him into marriage, but I
realize that he needs his space.  I wouldn't mind a little commitment,
maybe a little more open communication, but he's always holding me off. 
Sometimes he has that 'deer in the headlights' look in his eyes.  Poor
baby. I don't want to take him away from his buddies, and his sports, but
it would be nice if our relationship picked up a notch.  That's all."

   "Well, if you want a real relationship, you just might want to look for
a dildo for yourself, while you're at the shop today.  That'll provide you
with all the comfort that a woman your age could want, ha-ha-ha," Connie
giggled.

   "What's with the age joke, I'm only a few years older than you, you
know?" Sue shot back, feigning anger.  "Just because my additional maturity
gets me through these 'dry spells' in one's sex life, more than yours does,
don't show your jealousy.  I'll be just fine, WITHOUT a dildo, thank you!"

   Sue laughed aloud at that last comment.  Yes, she had masturbated in
college and grad-school, and then some afterwards, but hadn't really done
so for some years now.  When she began teaching, she was dating Harvey
Farmer, a chemist at the tire company, and they had a great sex life, at
least as far as she was concerned.  She never even gave consideration to
the possibility that Harvey would fall in love with a girl from shipping
and run off and get married.  It wasn't long before she had met Bob
Thompson and entered into what became an affair.  It was a couple of months
before she realized that Bob was married to a lady over in Waterton, and
was living a double life.  "Damned the sex was good, though!" she thought.
The years had flown by, and there were a few more guys in her life, but no
one wh meant much until Peter.  Now, at 49, Sue was in love, and ready to
set up house for good, but 'old Pete' had a case of cold feet.  Well, she
wasn't going to let that bother her.  She had three more classes that
afternoon and a detention session that she had taken from Luther Hall for
the rest of the week.  When she finished with that extra half-hour, she'd
head across town to the adult bookstore and pick up the shower present for
Sharon Whitehead, a math teacher who was getting married just after
Christmas.  The little clique of teachers had decided to get Sharon a
dildo, or vibrator, as a gag gift.  Of course, all of them had gotten her
'real presents,' but this would be the laugh of the party.  Since she was
the only one of the group, who was not married, and had a real home life,
she had offered to go and pick it up.  Thinking about the drive to that
side of town, and the shame of going into an adult bookstore gave her
second thoughts about her decision.  "What if someone sees me, and
recognizes me?" she thought.  "Oh, I could never live that down."

   "Did you say something, Sue?" Connie asked.

   "Oh, I just said, that I could never live down the trauma, if someone
recognized me going into that shop.  That's all."

   "Don't worry about that.  That's not the side of town that you spend
much time in, is it?" Connie said with a sly grin.

   "No, of course not.  It's just that I wouldn't want anyone to be driving
by, or anything, you know?"

   "Not to worry, I'm telling you.  Except for the glory hole there, it's
not even much of an adult bookstore and peep show."

   "Glory hole...  what's that?  Sue asked.

   "Oh, well...  it's kinda' like...  um-m-m...  I don't quite know how to
describe it.  It's this place where people go to have sex."

   "Like a brothel?" Sue inquired.

   "Uh, no, not like a brothel, exactly.  What they have...  so I've been
told is...  uh, I've never been in there myself you know, but what they
have is a peep show with little projection booths.  You've seen those, huh?
People go there to see the filthy movies."

   "Kinda' like at the motels out on Railroad Street?"

   "Well, kinda' like that, but private booths, and you pay for the movies
with quarters, a handful of quarters.  You just keep feeding the quarters
in until either you see all of the movie, or you run out of quarters.  Each
booth has a different movie."

   "Yeah, but what's the 'glory hole' part?  Is that one of the movies?"

   "No, it's kinda' an added attraction.  Yeah, that's it - an added
attraction, like at the real movies, when they have a second feature.  Only
this one's real."

   "Real, like how?" Sue asked.

   "Real, like in actual real live sex, that's how." Connie said.  "There's
real live sex."

   "Why call it a 'glory hole' and not a 'real live sex place?" Sue
puzzled.

   "Well, I think it's because men stick their things through HOLES in the
wall and people suck them."

   "WHAT?" Sue blurted.  "You've got to be kidding me, right?  People don't
stick their...  their things through holes and get sucked!  You're making
this all up, aren't you?"

   "No, I most certainly am not!  Lily Gottenhammer, and some of her
friends from the bowling league went there one night.  They were having a
bachelorette party for one of the girls, and since this town doesn't have a
male strip club, they went out drinking and kinda' ended up there on a
dare. Lily said that the girls all went in and got change for the
projectors and were all whooping it up and making loud, lewd comments.  The
proprietor came to the back and kinda' whispered that he had this glory
hole thing in the bathroom, and that he usually charged folk $15 to use it,
but he'd make an exception, seeing as how this was a bachelorette party,
and as how they had already spent so much money on the video peep shows. 
He took them back to the bathroom and showed them a wall with two holes in
it.  He knocked on the wall a couple of times and they heard some shuffling
of feet.  In a second, two things were hanging out of the holes!"

   "Two things?  These were real things?  Real penises?"

   "Yeah, one was Black and one was white, and both were real big!"

   "Real big?  Like how big?  Six inches?"

   "No, like REAL big!  Like 10 inches - and thick too!" Connie added,
getting flush with the story.  "Man you really DO need to improve your sex
life, if you think 6 inches is big!"

   "No way, come on.  You're puttin' me on, right?"

   "Way!  I'm telling you exactly what Lily told me, but wait.  The girls
were embarrassed and didn't know whether to run, or what.  They asked what
this was all about and the man told them that this was his 'glory hole.' He
went on to explain that the men behind the wall could not see the women,
and were just regular guys there for some fun.  He got one of the girls -
the one who's bachelorette party it was, to touch one of the penises.  She
was hesitant, at first, but kinda' tickled it.  You know, like she didn't
think it was real, or something."

   "Well, was it real?" Sue asked.

   "Oh it was real, alright.  It started to stiffen and got hard and stuck
straight out from the wall.  The guy was pressed so close to the wall on
his side, that his pubic hair was pushed through the hole."

   "Was it the Black one, or the white one?" Sue asked.

   "It was the white one.  It was the closest to the girls, so they took
turns rubbing it.  Finally, as it was starting to drip a little, Lily got
down on her knees and began licking the tip.  Just a little, at first, but
soon taking the whole thing into her mouth.  The other girls didn't quite
know what to do, but after watching Lily for a second, and after the
videos, and the beer and Champagne, they were soon taking turns with each
penis and whooping it up again.  The proprietor was really enjoying it, and
soon he had his pants down and all the girls took turns licking on him.  It
was quite a party!  The Black guy had maybe five climaxes.  Each time he'd
cum, another girl would attack him and get him up again.  They made it into
a competition or something.  The manager and the white dude finally had had
enough, and the girls were starting to sober up, so the party came to a
halt.  Now don't ever tell Lily that I told you about this, OK?" Connie
demanded.

   "Don't worry, I won't breath a word.  Like I believe a word - yeah
right!" Sue smirked.

   "Oh, I believe Lily.  I've been out with her at a few NEA conventions in
St Louis and Cleveland, where she had been drinking.  Oh, the things that
she's say to men on the street.  You know, men she didn't even know.  She
could make a sailor blush.  I believe her, and I've heard from other women
too.  I haven't actually seen this 'glory hole,' but I believe that it's
there.  Take a look for me, and report back if you believe it.  Just say
you have to go to the can, or something.  Don't pay $15 or anything like
that.  Just go in a take a look.  Tell me if you don't see two holes, about
large enough for men's things to stick through...  "

   "No promises.  I said that I'd pick up the dildo.  That's all.  Any
detective work will have to come when there is an opportunity.  I just want
to get in and out.  That's all!" Sue was adamant.

   "OK, so maybe just stick your head in the toilet, just to look, OK?"

   "Maybe stick my head in the toilet!  I'd say not!  But maybe I'll look
around a bit, but then maybe not.  We'll see.  Like I said, I just want to
get in, get the dildo, and get out, OK?  Nothing more.  We'll see.  We'll
just have to see." Sue stammered, not sure of this story, at all.  "Glory
hole, yeah right!  I'll show you a 'glory hole." She grabbed at her thigh,
like men always did, when they were 'out with the boys,' and said, "I got
your 'glory hole' right here!"

   Connie laughed.  "With one that big, you'd do well behind that wall!"

   Both women left the teacher's lounge and returned to their respective
classrooms.  For Sue, the afternoon dragged on amidst History and Social
Studies.  At least the good laugh that she and Connie had had in the
teacher's lounge had brightened her day.  "Glory hole, yeah right!" she
thought.

   Chapter 3

   Sue Shamansky drove her car out of the teacher's parking lot at Congress
Middle School.

   "Damned, only a quarter of a tank of gas," she thought.  "Hope that
that's enough to get me there and back.  I really don't want to run out of
gas in that part of town."

   That damned detention duty that she had taken for Mr Hall this week was
starting to wear thin.  Only one boy in it today, but it was costing her
nearly an hour of her time off, and then she had her own detention duty all
of next week too.

   "If I stop now, I'll catch rush hour at the plant and not get home until
after 6:30," she thought.  "I'll just keep an eye on the gauge and not run
out!"

   Her Cutlas merged seamlessly into the light afternoon traffic on the
expressway, and in no time she had found the Carter Road exit.

   "Hm-m-m, Carter Road to 14th Avenue," she thought, "then down 14th,
across the railroad tracks to Frasier Road, right across from the plant. 
This really isn't too bad, and I'll be home by 6:00, before the traffic
gets really heavy."

   Sue thought back to years gone by, when the plant ran around-the-clock
shifts, and thought of how much smaller the work force was now.  Then, the
first shift would have left at about 3:00 with the second starting then
until 11:30, or so.  The parking lot was still full, but this was the
entire workforce, not just one third of it, as in years past.  The economy
had not been kind to the plant, but for that matter, it hadn't been kind to
the entire town.  The plant, and a few small businesses were about all that
they had anymore.  Main Street was closing down, and the few businesses
that were still operational, were talking about moving out near Sunland
Mall.  The area between the railroad and the plant had always been light
industrial, but now all that remained was rusting steel and pieces of
corrugated metal forming fences around nearly vacant lots.  The two small
neighborhoods between the expressway and the railyard had vanished.

   "Yeah, the expressway will really bring 'em into town," she mimicked the
words from the TV, uttered by politicians, who championed the building of
the expressway.  "Customers will be lined up for miles, trying to get to
downtown, just to buy things!  Yeah, right!  At least the plant is still in
operation."

   "Oh, there it is," she hesitated, as the sight of the adult bookstore
sent a shiver of abject terror through her body.  "I guess that I really
have to do this.  I'll be quick, and get in, and out, and nobody will EVER
see me."

   She surveyed the plant's parking lot, and didn't see any activity.  Just
like Connie had instructed, she pulled behind the ramshackle building into
a muddy parking lot.  She nervously looked all around the lot, but there
weren't cars, or anybody moving.  The only sounds came from the mud
puddles, that she had driven through, as the water ran back into the holes
that pocked the lot.

   "In and out...  that's all I need to do," she whispered, as she locked
the car.  "Damned, I wish I'd bought that Jetta, like I wanted.  It had an
infrared burglar alarm feature, right on the keychain." the only problem
was that with the money that she was putting away for retirement, there
just wasn't a lot left over and the Cutlas had been paid for for about four
years, anyway.  That, and the fact that she wasn't driving a foreign car,
especially out here near the plant.

   Sue stepped around the mud puddles, and walked between the pool hall,
just as Connie had advised.  She was surprised to see that the pool hall
was closed, and wondered if it was just part of the economy, or if someone
new was opening it up.  Being just across the street from the plant, it
couldn't help but make money.

   "Here it is," she thought, as she reached for the door, "just get in and
get out."

   Her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in short harsh bursts.

   "Just get in, and get out...  "

   Sue caught her breath as she cleared the door.

   "Oh, uh...  hi!" she blurted, upon seeing a young lady behind the
counter in the adult bookstore.  Connie's story about the proprietor, who
ran the place, and his 'glory hole," had conditioned her to expect some
bald headed fat guy, in a sleeveless t-shirt to be running the place.  Here
was a woman, about thirty, sitting bored behind a glass counter next to an
old looking cash register.

   The woman looked up and barely took notice of Sue.  "Peeps, or books?"

   "Uh, uh, I really, uh...  I'd better, uh...  " Sue stammered.

   "What's your pleasure - peeps, or books?" she asked again, with some
obvious boredom.

   "Well, I'm here to, uh, buy a gift for a friend, uh, you know a toy. 
Yeah, it's for a friend, who's getting married, you know, a shower gift. 
I'm looking for a toy, a dildo, you know, a vibrator, for a friend, uh, not
for me, you know for a friend," Sue blurted out.  She was very obviously
becoming more and more flustered and the woman behind the counter wasn't
putting her at ease.

   "Well what is it that you want, a dildo, a vibrator, or what?"

   At least she was getting somewhere now.  "Just get in, and get out," she
thought to herself.  "Uh, I don't know.  We talked about a dildo, but maybe
a vibrator would be better.  What do you think?"

   "I wouldn't know.  I don't use them myself," the woman said with a sly
smile.

   "Yeah, I'll bet you don't," Sue thought.  "OK, why not just get me a
dildo then."

   "What kind?  Realistic?  Big?  Anal?  Do you want it to vibrate too?"
the woman asked, starting to have fun with Sue's discomfort.  "You want one
for two gals?" she went on to ask, or will you be using it by yourself?"

   "No, I told you it was for a friend.  You know, a shower present.  A gag
gift, you know?  It's not for me.  It's for a shower - for another
teacher...  " Sue stopped, realizing that she had said more than she
intended to say, and now was becoming really embarrassed.

   "I knew this wasn't a good idea," she blurted., "but they said to come
over here and get one.  I should have just gone to Fredrick's like I
wanted"

   "No, that's alright," the woman said, her voice softening a bit.  "We
have a bunch of dildos and vibrators.  Here, I'll show you a few."

   She walked around the case and led Sue to a pegboard covered wall that
was absolutely filled with rubber penises.  They were in every size, every
color, and in about every shape.  Sue's eyes darted all around the wall,
trying to take in the magnitude of the selection.

   "Wow, I had no idea.  I thought that they were pretty much all the
same," she breathed.

   "No, they make 'em for everyone's taste.  I've got dildos to fill every
hole and then some.  I could sell you one for each day of the week...  no
for each day of the YEAR!" she said with obvious pride.  "I've got em' from
purse sized, to King Kong sized," as she pointed to a package near the
bottom of the wall, that held the largest block of rubber that Sue had ever
seen.

   "Shit," she exclaimed, and then looked around, as though someone else
had spoken.  "I've never seen anything like THAT!"

   "Well, I think it's just for novelty, 'cause no woman could ever fit
that in her.  I don't care how many kids she's had."

   Sue stared in amazement at the giant dildo.  Her jaw slightly ajar. 
"What kind of novelty would that be?"

   "Oh, you know, like the gag gift for your friend...  " the woman smiled
that same incredulous smile, as before.

   "No, it really is a gift.  I don't know anything about these," Sue
persisted, "I really don't."

   "Whatever.  But you can see that we've got about all you'd ever need. 
Any tickle your fancy?  In a 'gift' sorta' way?" the woman added.

   "Uh, I'm not sure, why are there so many colors?" Sue pondered.

   "I don't really know.  Some, like this one," as she reached for a brown
dildo from the middle of the display, " look like a Black man's prick.  See
it's even got the balls, and all.  Some," reaching for a longish red penis
with two heads, "are just designer colors, I guess.  I don't know why you'd
want some of these.  I'd get them in black and white and be done with it,
but some women really like the color thing." The woman picked up a dark
green penis, that had a battery case, and a wire out of the back.  "Why
they made this one green is beyond me, but I sell a bunch of them.  Mostly
to the gals, but occasionally, a man will buy one."

   "What's with the wire and the little box?" Sue asked.

   "Oh, this one is a vibrating jelly dong," the saleslady said.  "A lot of
the dildos are also powered nowadays.  Used to, you'd have to buy a
vibrator, and a dildo, but not anymore.  They do both."

   "Jelly dong?" Sue asked, incredulous.  "What kind of name is that?"

   "Here, feel it," the lady said, taking the green vibrator out of its
package.  "It's like it's filled with jelly.  It gives it a softness, like
the real thing, but it's also stiff enough.  You know what I mean?"

   "Yeah, I see what you're talking about," Sue said, as she stroked the
green jelly dong.  "But it's not very realistic looking, is it?"

   "Nah, but some gals aren't into realism.  Maybe it reminds them that
they aren't playing with the real thing," the lady grinned.  "On the other
hand, I've got some that you can't tell from a real one, except that they
smell like latex.  If you use it between your legs, you'll not be able to
tell the difference, except that it won't get soft on you after a few
minutes.  If you're gonna suck it, though, you probably want some
Hershey's, or something to make it taste like candy."

   "Suck it?" Sue's eyes belied her surprise.  "You mean they suck these? I
thought that people just inserted them and that was that!"

   "Oh, you'd be really surprised at what some people do with these.  I've
got some for both the guys and the gals, that fit up the ass.  I probably
sell them 50-50.  Matter of fact, most of the big ones go to the guys!"

   "No!" Sue gasped.  "They stick things up their butts?"

   "Honey, you don't get out much, do you?" The sales lady asked with a
laugh.

   "Uh, no, uh, it's just that I, you know, I never really got into these
thing, very much.  I'm a school teacher, and I ...  " Sue realized that
she'd said far more than she intended.  "I mean that I really don't have
much experience with these things.  I've had a pretty fulfilling love life,
but I haven't really used any of these devices." Sue shuffled uneasily
under the saleslady's gaze.  "I don't know, I just guess I've never had
that much curiosity about these, uh, these things."

   "Oh that's alright, there's a first time for everything.  Now you say
that you are looking for a 'gag gift' for a friend?  How about something to
take home for yourself?" The saleslady gathered a few of the packages and
held them out, one at a time, for Sue to inspect.  "Any of these look
interesting?"

   "Oh my!  They ALL look interesting, but I really don't know.  I'm not
sure I'd know how to use them.  I mean, are there books on this kind of
thing?"

   "Are there EVER books.  We've got tons - mostly illustrated magazines,
and pocket novels, but almost every bookstore in the country has entire
sections on women's issues, that contain a lot of info on the use of toys.
Hell, even Oprah has shows on the subject."

   "Oh I don't get to see much of Oprah.  I have classes until 3:00, then
there are usually tests to grade, assignments to review, and prepare, and
sometimes detention sessions to monitor.  I know who she is, but don't
really know anything about her.  I guess I have lived a pretty sheltered
life, when you get down to it.  Which one of these would you recommend?"

   The saleslady fumbled with the packages and found a "pocket-sized"
vibrator, the green "jellydong," and a rather large black dildo with a
crank on the back.  "Here, these should do about everything you'd want
done," she said with a smile.  "This one is for your clit," holding out the
small white vibrator.  "This one is for your pussy," showing the
jelly-dong. "And this one is for your friend's shower.  I'll bet she won't
get anything like it as a gift, and might never get anything like it
again!"

   Sue took the black dildo and looked at it, puzzled.  "What on earth is
this?"

   "Oh that's our Black 'Squirmy," the lady said.  "It's a big seller."

   "A Squirmy?  What in the hell is a Squirmy?" Sue queried.  "I've never
seen anything like this.  What's the crank for?"

   The saleslady smiled and, with obvious joy, unwrapped the black dildo.
"This is the 'Black Squirmy!" she said.  "Look what happens, when I turn
the crank."

   As she did, the head began to wiggle and twist.  Sue's jaw dropped a bit
in surprise.  "Wow, I've never seen anything like THAT!  And it's so big."

   "This is a really popular size," the saleslady said.  "Ten inches long
and two inches across!"

   "Oh I think that's much too big.  Do you have it in a smaller size?"

   "They only make this one in this size, but trust me, no red-blooded
American woman would EVER say that this was too big.  Remember, it's size
that counts!" she said with a grin.

   "You mean women actually use something this big?  I can't imagine," Sue
stammered.  "What do they do with it?"

   "I imagine that most women really can enjoy something this size.  It
might take a little work getting it in, but once it's in there, and you
turn the crank, Oh sister!" The saleslady began feverishly cranking the
dildo, making it's head bob and weave in an obscene way.  Sue blushed,
"Maybe Sharon could use that, but I can't believe that it would EVER fit in
me.  You say it's a real hot seller?"

   "Absolutely, especially with the white women.  I think they see it as
something extra-naughty.  You know black and all.  Kinda' like breaking a
real taboo.  I bet they have to hide them from their husbands, though.  All
the red-necks at the plant would go totally ballistic if they caught their
wives even thinking about being with a Black, much less filling up their
twat with something like this."

   As she spoke she continued to turn the crank.  Sue was almost hypnotized
by the movement of the dildo's head.  She had never imagined sex with a
Black man.  Having grown up in the South, it was a taboo, that had existed
from slave days, but never one that she had had much interest in breaking.
Growing up, Sue had spent more time studying, than most of her peers. 
While she had been a popular girl in school, it was more for her outgoing
personality and friendliness, than for any social aspect.  She had a lot of
friends, who were in the social cliques, since her father was quite
prominent in the local business community, but she had never done much that
would be considered very wild.  She hadn't reached any sort of sexual
maturity, until possibly her junior year in college.  While she had dated,
there hadn't been anybody steady.  Most of the boys had been friends, or
members of some of the academic organizations, or clubs that she belonged
to.  Her focus had always been on scholastic achievement, and true
friendships, than on sexual activity.  While her mother had given her many
biological lessons in reproduction and sexual functions, they were more
like an advanced lecture series.  Nothing covered in these mother-daughter
chats seemed to apply to Sue.  She had been involved in sessions of sexual
talk with her sorority sisters and some of her friends, but these were more
like fantasy sessions revolving around marrying some 'prince charming," and
being swept off one's feet, falling madly in love, than actually having
sex. Sue was now beginning to realize that she HAD led a very sheltered
life.  Here, approaching 50, she had never used a dildo, never used a
vibrator, had never even considered sex with someone of a different race,
had never even been in an adult bookstore before.  This was all overload on
the teacher's mind.  "What have I been missing all these years?" she
thought.  "Do you really think Sharon would like something like this?" she
asked.

   "I absolutely guarantee it.  While you can't bring it back for a refund,
if she doesn't just think it's the nastiest, most fun thing at the shower,
I'll find something else to give her, and pay for it myself!  You're not
going to find a better deal than that - anywhere!"

   "OK, I'll take 'em...  all three of them," Sue said with a newfound
confidence - and a new found sense of exploration.  "You're looking at a
new woman here," she smiled, thinking of the two new devices that she was
buying just for herself.  She contemplated exploring the possibilities that
these two new devices offered.  Looking at the 'squirmy,' she just knew
that it was not something that she'd ever want for herself, or would ever
use, for that matter.  It was just too big, and its blackness was a
turn-off.  "Oh, that looks so dirty, and scary too," she thought.  "I hope
I don't offend Sharon with this!  I'm sure Connie will get a kick out of
it, she's the risque one in our group."

   Sue helped the saleslady put the various dildos and vibrators back on
the peg-board.  She carried her two pieces to the counter, not really even
wanting to touch the 'squirmy.' Just as she reached the front of the store,
she remembered her discussion with Connie and the holes in the bathroom.

   "While you ring these up, do you have a powder room I could use - all
that coffee this afternoon, you know?"

   "Sure, there's one in the back, just past the peepshow booths.  Make
sure that you lock the doors, though, 'cause it's the only one we've got.
There's no one else in the store right now, but I wouldn't want anyone
walking in on you.  You can leave the light on, when you're done, 'cause
business should be picking up as soon as the plant shuts down today."

   Sue made her way to the back of the store, past magazine and videotape
displays, and racks of dildos and vibrators.  She noticed that some were
far larger than the black 'squirmy,' that she had gotten for Sharon's
shower.  As she walked past the peepshow booths, she looked at the list of
videos playing in each one.  Most of the titles were foreign to her, and
many didn't even make sense, when she read them.  Some of the terms were
just unknown to her.  Other than "Deep Throat," and "Debbie Does
Someplace," which she remembered hearing about years before, she recognized
nothing.

   "Boy, I guess I have led a sheltered life," she mused.  "I've just gotta
get out more.  Maybe Connie is right, that I need to jump-start my sex
life. This is a new beginning."

   She entered the bathroom and was appalled at the dirt.  "Whoa, this is
worse than the pit toilets in the National Parks campground," she though.
"I wouldn't sit on this toilet if it was the last one on earth!"

   She entered the room, and closed and locked the door behind herself.  "I
am just glad that I don't have to pee right now," she thought.  "I'd have
to cover this thing with all the tissue in the place."

   She looked, and to her surprise, there were four tissue dispensers on
the wall.  "At least the place is equipped," she pondered "but this is
overkill.  I wonder why so many.  Maybe they just hate coming in here and
changing the roll." She looked at the wall opposite the tissue dispensers,
and just as Connie had said, there were two holes.  The wall around each
was stained, even though the paint was very glossy.  "I'd think that this
paint job would clean up better than that," she thought.  "I guess that
both Connie and Lily were right after all.  This really is a 'glory,'
what'd she call it, a 'glory hole?  I just can't imagine!"

   Sue flushed the toilet, to make it sound like she had actually used the
filthy place, and unlocked the door.  She thought about how she would
confirm Lily's story with Connie, and the laugh that they'd have.  She
highly doubted that she'd tell Connie about the toys that she'd purchased
for herself.  Even with her "new sexuality," THAT was just too personal.

   When she got to the counter, the saleslady had a brown bag waiting for
her.  "That'll be $58.71," she intoned.

   Sue was a little shocked, as she hadn't looked at any of the prices, or
inquired about that.  She had been too busy contemplating the dildos and
vibrators, themselves.

   "That's $29 for the gift, and $16 for yours, and, of course, some for
the governor too.  And I threw in a few magazines for you, no charge. 
While they're not instruction books, really, they've got some text and
pictures about how these things are used.  You might find a few of them
interesting.  Once your through with them, I'll bet any boys in your class
would just love to get their hands on them!" she laughed.

   "Oh, the boys in my classes are a bit young for this sort of thing," Sue
said, "I don't think that they would be into such magazines, though a few
of them are getting that way!"

   "Yeah," she thought, "some of them are fourteen going on twenty-nine."

   She paid with her MasterCard, though wasn't really comfortable doing so.
It was just that she hadn't brought that much cash, and wasn't about to
write a check with her name, address, and phone number on it.  The
saleslady had been very nice and helpful, and funny at times, but Sue was
just not comfortable with her identity getting out, especially on this side
of town.  She took her package and left.  Once outside, she hugged the
wall, and quickly darted into the alley toward her car, and safety.

   Once inside, she locked the door and breathed a big sigh of relief.  No
one had seen her go in, or leave.  Now all she had to do was get home
safely, before she ran out of gas!

   

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