Emma's heart was racing, sitting in her car, outside the black, cinder block building. A poorly lit sign hung on the front of the building. "Gary's Adult Shop & Theater". Emma had been here before, well, at least the parking lot, never working up the courage to actually go in. It wasn't the lingerie, the sex toys, or the adult films that scared her. It was the booths. You see, Gary's had private booths in the back. Booths that sat in a row on the back wall, and in the shared walls was a hole. A glory hole.

Now, looking at Emma, you might think she'd be the one on her knees in the glory hole equation. She was in her early twenties, slim and fit. Not much in the was of curve to her body, modest b cup tits, and a perky round bottom that previous partners had described as "perfectly spankable". Her red hair was up in a pony tail, a few loose strands of hair framing her face.

But something you couldn't see about Emma was between her legs was a cock. Well, if you could call it that. It was small, nearing four inches when fully erect, sitting above a round little ball sack. She took the time to keep it fully shaved except for a small landing strip at the base of her little cocklette.

Emma's girlfriend had recently broken up with Emma (it was mutual, at least that's what Emma told herself) and Emma had been feeling... Needy. Sure she masturbated, and despite her small size she came a lot. But it wasn't enough, she needed more. That's what brought Emma to Gary's. That craving for another's touch.

Back to the parking lot, Emma had been sitting for nearly 20 minutes, trying to work up the courage to go in.

"Fuck it." She said out loud to no one, and with that bit of confidence, she got out of her car and walked in. She made her way to the back, trying to not lose her nerve. Finding an empty booth, she entered it, shutting the door. A screen sat on the back wall, with a money slot beneath it. Emma slid a 20 in and selected a video. Two girls making out appeared on the screen.

Now Emma waited.