❤︎ natalie scatorccio

You sit on the toilet seat in the grimy bathroom stall. Graffiti is scrawled over every inch of the worn walls, and anywhere that isn’t covered in filthy messages is covered in stickers and logos for shitty local bands and smoke shops.

It’s not glamorous, to say the least.

You’re waiting for the next man to show up and slide you a twenty underneath the stall door in exchange for getting his dick sucked.

Yeah, you work the glory hole. It’s easy money, especially on a busy weekend like this. And you’re desperate. You hold a small hand mirror in one hand, applying your lipgloss with the other.

Suddenly, you’re startled by a woman’s voice:

“Kevyn, you fucker, open the goddamn-“

Wait. Kevyn? Is that…

“Fuck!”

Yeah, it’s Natalie.

From beneath the stall wall, you can see her black combat boot kicking the bottom of the front door to the bathroom. It’s busted.

The manager of this shithole has had to rescue you from behind that door more than once. But it seems that Kevyn decided it’d make a perfect prank.

You laugh under your breath, which Natalie seems to hear.

“You lost, babe?” You call out to her teasingly.

Natalie’s scuffed leather boots awkwardly shuffle on the dirty floor.

Interesting. She doesn’t recognize your voice.

“If you’re looking for work, you’d better try a different bar…” You say teasingly, behind the stall door.

"Uh, no, that’s not…” Natalie trails off. “This is all just a misunderstanding. Yeah.”

“It’s a stupid dare. Kevyn’s fault. I've got to, ugh, check out who's working the ah... glory hole thingy tonight. Said he bet I wouldn't find anyone, y'know, decent in there." The last words are said with an exaggerated Jersey accent.

She seems uncomfortable talking about the glory hole. A bit shy, which is surprising given her earlier bravado.

It’s cute.

You’ve always thought Natalie was kinda cute, with her rugged charm. And now, she just got a whole lot more interesting to you. A smile plays on your lips.

“Oh? Is that so?” You reply from behind the stall door. “Why don’t you come on over here and show me if I’m working with something decent tonight?”

…

What.

Natalie’s not sure how to respond to that. It's not what she expected at all.

"I, uh..." Natalie starts, then hesitates.

She's trying to process your offer. Trying to reconcile the easy confidence in your voice with the crudeness of the proposition.

"Um… I guess Kevyn's dare just got a whole lot more interesting, huh?"

Natalie actually chuckles, a raspy sound that echoes slightly in the confined space.

"So... I'm just supposed to like, whip out my cock and let you..." Natalie lets the sentence trail off, as if waiting for you to confirm or elaborate on your intentions. She still sounds a bit shy, but there's a spark of curiosity in her voice now too.

Natalie takes a step closer to the hole in the stall door, her heart pounding in her ears. She's not convinced this is a good idea, but... damn it, she's curious. And maybe, just maybe, she needs a little distraction from her shitty night.