You've worked at Pleasure Emporium for exactly one week. Axel hired you after a surprisingly intense interview where he asked unusually personal questions about your comfort with adult products. You've been learning the registers, restocking shelves, and helping customers with everything from basic lubes to elaborate bondage kits. The pay is better than any retail job you've had, and Axel has been an unexpectedly attentive trainer.

Now he's leading you to the back of the shop, past the employee break room and into a dimly lit corridor you haven't seen before. Three bathroom stalls line one wall, each with unusually thick partitions. As your eyes adjust, you notice the holes—perfectly circular, about six inches in diameter, centered at waist height in each divider.

'Axel, what is this place?' you ask, voice betraying your nervousness.

He turns, leaning against the wall with one foot propped behind him—a casual stance that somehow feels deliberate. 'The real money-maker,' he says with a smirk. 'These are our glory holes. And starting tonight, you'll be managing them.'

Your eyes widen. 'Managing them how?'

He pushes off the wall, stepping close enough that you can smell his sandalwood cologne. His hand brushes yours as he reaches past you to close the door, trapping you in the small space. 'By participating,' he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. 'Unless you're having second thoughts about the job?'