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Glory BeTom and Sally needed money, their student loans had run out three weeks into the eleven-week term and their rent was due, there were bills to pay and both sets of ‘Mom and Dad’ had made it perfectly clear “No more extra cash this year.” So on the advice of a so-called friend, Tom had rung the number scribbled hastily on the back of a beer mat in the Student Union Bar.The man, who answered, had a voice that oozed with the texture of used axel grease. He passed on instructions on how to make this kind of ‘specialist’ entertainment he required and quoted a reasonable and adequate price for delivery of the finished product. Tom was a film student so the equipment was no problem, the set was easy to knock up and two equally hard up performing arts majors were happy to act as extras for only a nominal fee. Tom was only amazed that Sally, a divinity student, had been so ready to go along with this. güvenilir bahis “So long as I don’t have to take my top off, or show my toot-toot.” She stated with pursed lips. “Needs must, I don’t mind showing my nick-nicks and some of the top of my brassiere, I know the gentlemen expect something from this sort of fruity picture, but that’s all.” Luckily, that was all that was needed.Tom set the camera on a tripod and looked at the ‘set’. He’d smeared melted chocolate over the toilet bowl here and there to add realism, and the filthy Formica sheets looked real enough to be an actual public rest room. The P.A. Students had set to work with marker pens adding the vulgar graffiti, while Tom had bored the holes in either side. “What exactly is a ‘glory hole’ picture?” Sally asked, staring with some distaste at the locale. Tom felt his face redden. “As I understand it,” he said, “You sit on türkçe bahis the erm, you know, there and Barry and Terry stick their ahem-hems through the holes and you sort of well…” “Scream?” “No, no, you’re to be actually sort of please to see them.” “Really?” “Yes.” “What are gentlemen doing in a ladies power room?” She asked. Tom thought about this for a moment and consulted his notes. “I believe you are supposed to have wandered in to a men’s bathroom by convenient accident. Yes I think that is the premise.” “Ah.” She said. “This was in the hope of my encountering just such a situation?” “Yes, yes I suppose so.” “So I am playing the part of a wanton?” “Well yes if you put it that way, I suppose so yes.” Tom thought if he got any redder his face would explode. “Do all Gentleman’s bathrooms have holes in the walls?” “No certainly not.” “But this one does?” “Yes.” “Bit serendipitous is it not?” güvenilir bahis siteleri “Call it artistic license, Sally, now when the boys proffer their er, dodahs to you,” “Via the holes?” “Yes, via the er, holes, you are to… well, you know, er pleasure them.” “Pleasure them?” “Oh my god this is a nightmare,” he thought. “I have died and gone to the San Fernando Valley.” “Compliment them?” Sally was asking. “Remark on their prowess and endowment?” “Well that will do for a start.” How to explain this he wondered, without rupturing himself in a fit of over embarrassed blushing, “Then you could get more physical, er dexterous and perhaps Lingual?” “You want me to talk to them?” “Alright, glossal, then.” “I have no idea what that means.” At this point, an ungodly scream from Terry interrupted them. “Jesus Tom what size drill did you use.” He yelled, “I’m not a freaking hamster you know. Ah bollocks I’ve got splinters, and… yeah, I knew it I’m stuck.” “I’ll fetch a saw.” Offered Barry. “You effin well won’t.” Insisted Terry. Tom put his head in his hands, and thought perhaps robbing a convenience store would just be easier all round.
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