“Tell me, Ms. Aschelman,” he wondered quietly at last, “have you ever heard of a glory hole?”
Rachel gulped, taken aback. She opened her mouth, about to deny it automatically—but then, flushing, she closed her lips in guilty silence. God, of course the horny, imaginative, web-savvy girl knew what a glory hole was, and he knew that she knew! For months, after all, the wicked voyeur had monitored every single keystroke and click of her dirty late-night internet usage, filming her the whole while, leering and chuckling to himself as she touched herself, over and over and over… And one of her favorite “semi-pro” porno websites, of course, featured a seedy nightclub whose owner had set up a glory hole, where excitable young sluts eager to try anything once could experience the dirty thrill of
