“So, she just gets fucked like normal. No lickity split? Nothing?” I ask.
“I’m so jetlagged that I’m actually entertaining this conversation. I’m guessing they would need a bigger hole, like she would have to slide through it or something like when you get a pap smear,” she explains.
“Like in the stirrup things?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“I’ve never been to a glory hole, so I have no fricken idea, D.”
“Maybe that happens in straight bars.”
Stacey bursts out laughing, “Yeah, glory holes do not happen in straight bars. We are not having sex in them.”
“How boring,” I tell her.
“Seems like it. Are you telling me most gay clubs have glory holes?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No. Not all, but I’m disappointed when I don’t see one in a club.”
“So, you just walk on up to a hole and stick your dick through?” Stacey asks.
“I wrap my dick, you have to be careful, but yeah, then I shove it through and voila, someone sucks it,” I explain.
“And you have no idea who is sucking it?” she asks. I shake my head. “It could be anyone, literally anyone.” I nod. “That’s. Wow.”
“You’re wishing there was a female glory hole now, aren’t you?” I tease.
“Only if they knew what they were doing. Could you imagine if there was a female glory hole? We’d end up using the vibrator because the men still wouldn’t be able to find the clit,” she says, bursting out laughing.
“I’m so glad I’m not a woman, that would suck.”
“It does.” She smirks.
“Don’t worry, Stace, I’m going to make sure now that you’re here, that your clit is found. I’m the best wingman,” I reassure her.
“Thanks. I think,” she says, giggling again.
We arrive at Stacey’s new home, our home, and I help her with her luggage up to our apartment.
“Now, it’s not very big. I’m saving up to buy my own home, so this is only temporary. It’s within walking distance of the shop and Dirty Texas Records, and it has a gym and a pool. What more could you want?” I explain.
There’s a small hallway that opens into the functional modern kitchen, and the living room is in front with one glass wall that opens out to a small balcony. The view is impressive, looking out over the flashing lights of West Hollywood.
“This is your room. It’s a bigger bedroom, that’s because I have a walk-in closet and en-suite in mine.”
“This is perfect,” Stacey says, getting teary.
“No, don’t you dare start.” I try to hold back my own tears, but I’m unable to as she rushes over and hugs me. “Bitch, I’m happy you’re here.” I hug her tightly.
“Me too.”
“We’re going to have the time of our lives here. Sienna has already met her Prince Charming, maybe you’re next,” I tease her.
“I’m not looking for Prince Charming. I’d be happy with Prince Fuck Me Good,” she says, making us both burst out laughing.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you. Go. Get freshened up because you know Sienna is dying to see you. She keeps messaging me, telling me to hurry up and bring you to the store.”
“Okay. Shower first, coffee second, and Sienna third,” Stacey says.
“It really is within walking distance.” Stacey gasps as she sips her coffee, then her eyes widen as she reads the signs on the shop.
