The Hole in A Wall

“I can’t believe you talked me into something like this,” Rarity groaned.

“What?! It’s super fun!” Pinkie retorted.

“Letting random men use my…my…lady parts for their own sexual gratification is hardly something I’d call ‘fun’!”

Rarity was currently driving, it was a Friday night, so it was not unusual for them to be out with their friends. In this case, Rarity had to lie to her parents that she was hanging out with them, well, technically it was not exactly a lie. She was hanging out with one of them, Pinkie Pie to be exact. Both girls had told their parents that they were having a little slumber party for the two of them, only Rarity told her parents she was staying over at Pinkie’s, and vice versa for Pinkie.

Rarity pulled up to the back of this bar that was aptly named, “The Hole in A Wall”. It was a rather big facility to say the least. An obvious combination bar and brothel that was quite packed, at least from what Rarity could tell when they drove around the front. Her mother let her drink some, but only if she was home where she could keep an eye on her. It was a reasonable concession, as far as she was concerned.

She could feel sophisticated in her room, with some cheese, crackers, and a glass of wine. But this was not to her tastes, this place was the kind of establishment that had beer on tap, whisky, lagers, sake bombs, and probably other party boozes. But that was not her main concern, oh no, it was what this establishment offered as part of its business. You see, this place was outside of the city limits, which allowed it to have legal prostitution.

The state itself had legalized prostitution about when she entered her freshman year of high school and has been around for almost four years now. The rules being that brothels could crop up outside of major metropolitan city limits, Rarity vaguely remembered some of the community and others raising Cain about it. Arguing to the city that it would corrupt their children, making them think that selling their bodies for money was okay.

Oh, if mother could see me right now…

When Rarity pulled around back, she noticed that it was surrounded by a twelve-foot-high fence, with cameras mounted at different posts that rotated ever so often. There as a guard at the fence, and once he saw them, the guard pressed a button and made the gate slide back and allow them entry. Once inside, the gate closed behind them, and Rarity found a parking spot where she turned off her car and sighed as she looked at the building.

“Rarity, I’ve checked this place out, and it’s completely, one hundred percent, legal, safe, and anonymous!” Pinkie stated.

“How exactly is it anonymous? If the men are to engage in intercourse with us, I’m pretty sure that requires them to see all of me.”

Pinkie smirked. “That’s ‘cause this place only does full body gloryholes.”

Rarity blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“You know, gloryholes, where a guy–!”

“I know what a gloryhole is, thank you!” Rarity interrupted as her cheeks blushed red. “I don’t understand the ‘full body’ part, Darling.”

“Oh, well, you know how some seedy places have bathroom stalls with holes punched into them. This place has rooms where you lay down and shove the lower half of your body out through a hole. The guys on the other end never get to see you, and they get to have a bit more fun with a little more view instead of just imagining what’s behind the hole,” she explained.

Rarity was not sure she liked that either, it was one thing if she had to be seen and felt up by some rando guy in front of her but leaving her lower half vulnerable to some rando that she could not see behind a wall, free to do with her what he wanted, made her feel more uncomfortable.

“Pinkie…I’m still not sure about this…W-What’s to stop those ruffians from doing something to us?! How do we know that they won’t harm us?! We’re essentially leaving our most private parts unguarded, they could mutilate us, abuse us, anything!”

The party girl could tell her friend was worried about this, so she patted her on the shoulder and said, “Rarity, would I ever suggest something that was dangerous or that could hurt you, me, or any of the girls?”

Rarity glanced at her friend and replied, “Well…no…no you wouldn’t. But, Pinkie, this is different.”

“Rarity, this isn’t my first time here. I’ve been here almost every weekend since I turned eighteen, soooo…for the last six months now. And I haven’t been hurt or abused in anyway. They’re really good about making sure the girls who come here have just as much fun as the guys do, and that no one gets hurt,” Pinkie promised.

Rarity was still skeptical about the whole thing. She only turned eighteen last month and was looking to get some quick cash for some materials she needed for an upcoming fashion show she wanted to enter. The money she saved up from her part time job only covered the bare minimum of what she needed, and Rarity did not want to have to go asking her parents for it. Mostly out of a sense of pride.

Pinkie was the one who suggested this, and when she mentioned the amount of money she made during just one night, it nearly made her faint onto her fainting couch. Just two nights of this and Rarity could get all the materials she needed, plus some extra to splurge on herself or set aside just in case something went wrong.

“C’mon, Rarity, let’s just go in. Let me show you around and you’ll see that you don’t have to worry about a thing,” Pinkie assured.

Rarity looked out through her window, her eyes drifted to the backdoor entrance where multiple girls came in and out, some were either her age, a couple years older, or in their thirties or late thirties. None of them looked harmed, in fact, most of them were smiling, smirking, and some were laughing with their “coworkers”. The back was secure as well with the high fence and cameras. They did seem to take security for the girls seriously, at least outside.

“Okay…but if I don’t feel comfortable, I’m coming back out and waiting in the car,” said Rarity.

“Okie-dokie-loki!”

Pinkie Pie led Rarity through the back door and Rarity eyes widened, the place was big, but it looked bigger on the inside. Rarity had heard loud music being played that reached the outside, but once in the back all of that was gone. A small, dull thud could be heard, but it was negligible. There was a lobby area where the girls who came in mingled with each other, there was a bar there that served drinks, and not just alcoholic ones from the looks of it. There was a window that she saw some of the girls go to, and from there, another woman on the other side of the window was counting money and then giving it to the “working girl” at the window before moving onto the next one.

To Rarity’s right was a long hallway that had some women who looked like body builders. On their black shirts were the embroidered words, “Security”, and each of them had an earpiece. They seemed to be keenly watching the doors in front of them, more specifically a dull red cone that was affixed above the door. But what surprised Rarity the most was that there was not a single male worker back here.

“There aren’t any men back here?” Rarity asked.

“Nope, only other girls. You see those ones in the black shirts and pants?” Pinkie asked as she pointed in their direction.

“Yes.”

“They stand guard at each of the stalls and watch those redlights. If they start to flash, it means the girl on the other side hit the panic button, telling them that the customer on the other side is doing something that they don’t feel is right. That’s when the male guards on the other side will bust in and get him right out!”

Rarity blinked in surprise. “Oh my, and how many times has that happened?”

“Hmm, not as many times as you’d expect. Just in the time I’ve been here, I’d say that’s happened…hmm…about two or three times,” said Pinkie.

Only that many…and she’s been here at least six months. I guess they do take security seriously, thought Rarity.

“The female guards are here to help us and to make sure no guys try to slip through the hole after the girl leaves the hole. Now what else…? Oh yeah! The stalls are soundproof, so no one has to hear each other’s moaning.”

“I see…can I see one of these stalls?” Rarity asked.

“Of course!” Pinkie Pie looked around and called out, “Hey! Gilda!”

A fairly tall older woman came walking towards them, she had sandy brown colored skin, white hair with violet tipped bangs, and piercing yellow eyes. “S’up, Pinks.”

Rarity gulped at seeing the tall, statuesque woman.

“I brought a friend with me today, she’s newbie, and a little skittish,” said Pinkie. “Think we can get a look at one of the stalls? She wants to see how it all works.”

“Sure, follow me, #58 is not active,” said Gilda.

The three walked down the hallway until Gilda stopped at a stall that read, “Room 58”. Gilda opened the door which had a small set of stairs that led to a drop into the room. The inside was spacious, she thought it would be more claustrophobic, given what its purpose was. There was a table with padded cushions that was built into the wall, to her left was a sofa that she could stretch herself out on, and a wall mounted TV right across from it. There was a minibar set right below the TV as well. To her right was a with a working sink. At the far right corner of the room was something called a “Washing Station”. It looked like a shower, with a drain at the bottom, and a hose-like tube connected to the faucet.

“I’ll give ya the tour,” Gilda said as she entered. “You’re not always going to be lying on this thing, so we provide a minibar, some snacks, water, soda, and some alcohol. You can rest up on that couch, big enough for you to lie down on and sit on comfortably, and you can watch some TV while you do, we get all the streaming platforms, so feel free to que somethin’ up.”

Gilda moved over to the right side of the room.

“This is the utilities area. I’ll start with this part in the corner. It is what is says, a Washing Station. After your done with a customer, you’ll come over here and clean yourself out as much as you can.”

“C-Clean myself out?” Rarity questioned.

Gilda glanced at Pinkie. “You didn’t tell her?”

Pinkie bonked her head. “Oops, I knew I forgot something important!”

Rarity looked back and forth between Gilda and Pinkie. “Tell me what?”

Pinkie cleared her throat and said, “Rarity, um, the customers are allowed to cum inside of us.”

“With a condom, right?” Rarity asked.

Both were silent.

“With a condom, right?” Rarity asked, again.

“Condoms are optional, kid.”

“WHAT?!!” Rarity shouted. “Are you serious?! Optional?! I could get pregnant! Pinkie, please tell me you haven’t let them do that to you?!”

Pinkie blushed.

The fashionista’s eyes widened. “Pinkie what are you thinking?! You can’t just have random men just…just…relieve themselves inside of you! Have you had a pregnancy test?! Oh no, six months, you’d definitely be showing by now, but…did you…you know…?”

Pinkie sighed. “Rarity, no, I haven’t had any abortions, and yes, I’ve let the customers cum inside me several times. An no positive tests.”

Now Rarity was confused. “How?!”

“With this.” Gilda walked over to a tray that was sitting next to the sink. “The latest in contraceptive anti-pregnancy pills. Pop one and you’re unable to get pregnant for a full twenty-four hours. Hell, we have some girls come in just so they can work, pop one, and then have some fun with their boyfriends without worrying about condoms and junk.”

Rarity could not believe this, no wonder they could have such a lucrative business. The patrons would pay through the nose if it meant they did not have to wear a condom and got to ejaculate into the woman they were screwing.

“And what about STDs? Condoms just don’t prevent us from getting pregnant, they also keep us safe from diseases!”

“This thing does it all. Once it dissolves into your blood stream, it creates a kind of…eh…the best way to describe it is a ‘shield’ around your insides, makes it hard for the little buggers to spread, and kills them inside you before they get the chance to spread, does the same thing for any of those guys’ little swimmers, total annihilation.” Gilda explained.

Rarity looked back at Pinkie and nodded. I guess when you’re making as much money as they are, you can pay to get something that’s as good as that.

“Anyway, along with this, you have a bottle of lube, and well, a turkey baster. Just suck some up, put up your hoo-ha, and squirt it in. Some girls need it, some don’t, but if this kinda thing doesn’t get ya wet, it’s better to pretreat. Now as I was saying, you’ll use this hose to clean yourself out, don’t worry, it’s made of soft silicone that won’t scrape your insides.”

Gilda undid the hose and turned the valve, letting the water come out and go down the drain.

“Standard hot and cold. The third valve changes the pressure, push it further to the right and it increases the spray power.” Gilda demonstrated by pushing the valve halfway, making the hose release a semi-strong stream of water. “You’ll use this for both your holes. And yes, while strapped in, our customers are allowed to conduct vaginal and anal. So, again, my advice, lube up both your holes.”

Rarity’s anus clenched at the thought of someone violating her there.

“Now we move onto the crown jewel of THAW, the hole.”

Rarity looked at the apparatus, and she had to admit it was not quite what she expected it to be. In her mind she saw a crudely cut out hole in the wall, but this was different. Inside the hole were these five, blue, airbag looking devices, on the right side of the table was a red button, and at the top of the table was another red button, which confused her.

“So, here’s how it goes. Before you start anything, you’ll pop one of those pills in front of me, and I’ll time you after. It takes about five minutes to kick in, but we always give a one-minute buffer, so six minutes. Once that time has passed, one of the security personnel will knock three times on the door to tell you that you’re active. From here, you can either take off all your clothes, or just your bottom stuff. Or if you don’t mind your panties or pantyhose getting ripped or taken off, you can keep them on for the customer to take off.”

Rarity balked. “You just let them ruin our undergarments?!”

“So long as it’s nothin’ expensive or anything you’ll miss, yeah.”

“Some the girls here just buy cheapy panties and hose to wear so that the customers can either rip them apart, take them off us, or take them with them as a souvenir.” Pinkie opened her small backpack and showed several pairs of cotton panties. “I always have spares, and when I run out, I just stick my tush out there with nothing on.”

“Or you can just not wear anything down there. It’s up to you,” said Gilda. “Now, go on and look through the hole.”

Rarity carefully approached the hole and looked through it. The other side did not have as much as this side did, and for good reason, the person on that side of the hole was only there to do one thing, no need for anything else. The other side was about half as big as this side and featured the same small drop off. There was also fold out tray on the wall that had an assortment of condoms and lube.

“There’s no table on that side, so you’ll just be dangling off, but you’ll have plenty of room to spread your legs in either direction. These airbag looking things will inflate and hold you in place and make it hard for the guy on the other end to see you. They also give you enough wiggle room to flip around onto your stomach. You see that box up there?”

Gilda pointed to two boxes with lights on them on mounted to the left of the hole, and one mounted right across from it. The one over the hole read, “Stomach”, while the one on the opposite wall read, “Back”.

“Guys have a button that they can push that will tell you if they want you in missionary or doggystyle. The yellow light above the hole is the standby, which means you have about two minutes to get yourself ready and fitted into the hole, and when it turns green, it’s showtime!” Pinkie explained.

Gilda nodded. “Don’t dislodge yourself until the green light is off. A guard on the other side will let the customer out, the room, and lock the door with a key that works for that door only and is always on the guard at all times. Once that’s done, the sign below the light will read ‘Clear’, and you can pull yourself out. You hit the green button to inflate it, and you hit it again to deflate.”

“I see…” Rarity looked at the red buttons. “And those red ones?”

“Panic button. You feel uncomfortable for whatever reason, you hit that, and security will bust in on their side and get the guy out. It doesn’t have to be because they’re doin’ somethin’ bad to you. Some girls just get the jitters when it’s their first time doin’ this kinda thing. I mean, it is a bit scary, not being able to see what they’re doin’ to ya on the other side and only feelin’ it. So, don’t be afraid to do that. We’ll relay that to the guards on the other side, and they’ll get him a new stall.”

Pinkie walked around until she was standing in front of Rarity and held both of her hands in hers. “See, Rarity, they’re serious about keeping everyone who works here safe. We’re just here to have fun! So, what do you say…?”

Rarity looked at Gilda, the hole, and then Pinkie.

“I say…”