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Helena replied, "Well?" Helena asked, "What do you think?"

"Hm?" said Damien.

He had been looking at the sex of a waitress passing by. It was hard to miss that her pencil skirt barely reached her thighs. He turned away, and she looked at him across the room.

The man smiled at him.

Helena gestured to the small, kitsch restaurant and asked, "Do you like?

Although the decor was overdone, it was tasteless and garish. Low lighting may have hidden a lot of sins. However, the lit frames with erotic art seemed dominant.

He replied, "It's okay." "The appetisers were not great."

Helena chuckled.

"No, they weren't special." She traced circles on the tablecloth with her fingernail. "But people don’t come here to eat."

Damien furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

Helena stopped, clearly enjoying the advantage. He looked her dead in the eyes and she said, "They come for the gloryholes."

Damien mumbled, "They-they are what?"

Although he had heard Helena perfectly the first time, it was unusual for Helena to suggest anything more adventurous.

She said that Gloryhole Roulette is the best game in New York City. It's true online.

Damien's sexual appetite was briefly hampered while he completed this ploy.

He had to be able to understand what Gloryhole Roulette was.

"Colour me intrigued," said Damien. "I'm listening..."

Helena raised her wine glass while she spoke. "The restrooms are not for men, in case you didn't know. Both men and women can use the restrooms simultaneously.

"This is not unusual these days."

Helena said, "Maybe not." She replied, "But sticking your finger through the cubicle wall without knowing whether it will be a man- or woman sucking it," "that's less common."

Damien asked Damien, knowing the answer already.

"Almost everyone here is game, Damey. They come here because of that. I seduce your dick every day. It would be so much fun to do it here.

Damien sipped whiskey while he thought. "What if it was a man?"

Helena smiled and bit her lips, clearly enjoying the thought. "Then, you get your dick sucked by a man."

The thought was intriguing, he had to admit. He had never been sexually involved with a man before. The sound of this game suggested that there was a 50-50 chance he could continue that run.

He asked, "What are you going to get out of all this?"

Helena's reply was, "Why did you fuck my in the ass yesterday?"

Damien knew exactly where this was going but asked anyway. He shrugged.

She said, "This is what you like," and then she sipped deeply from her wine glass.

To top it up, a waiter appeared immediately.

Damien could not argue with her logic. It seemed only fair.

It appeared he was about play Gloryhole Roulette

He stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom.

"So, do you just ...?"?" he trailed off and pointed with his thumb in that direction he was so anxious about.

Helena smiled at him and beckoned to him. He stooped and she pulled him in for a hug with his Armani tie.

She whispered, "Just choose a vacant cubicle adjacent to the one that's been taken." "Lock the door behind your back and knock twice against the wall," she said.

He said, "Okay."

"If they're open to it, there'll be two knocks back and one if not."

He was released by her.

He understood.

He found himself knocking at the cubicle wall a few minutes later.

Two knocks brought them back.

Here goes Nothing,Damien thought as he threaded the gloryhole with his cock.

A waiting, warm hand met it immediately. The owner was a gentle person with a soft face. They preferred to use their teeth lightly as they sucked.

Damien believed it was a woman because he didn't have a beard. He clung to this hope. He didn't rule out the possibility that he might be a clean-shaven male.

Their soft moans did not reveal their gender.

Damien found it unbelievably thrilling.

When they left, he was about to put his hand in the mouth of the stranger. Damien grumbled against the cubicle wall, and slammed his palm against it.

He yelled, "Oh, come on!" The person on the opposite side was delighted and giggled.

He felt the unmistakable sensation that a lubed up asshole was teasing his dick.

Damien had to fight his urge to not let himself scream with joy at the familiar sensation. He would usually pull his cock into his ass.

He could not believe he was not in the driver's chair anymore.

He exhaled as his gloryhole companion shoved their asshole onto Damien’s waiting erection.

He had gotten rid of the thought of gender. It was an extraordinary experience.

He was unable to resist the temptation and came in just a few seconds later.

He drew his cock out of the gloryhole

He put it back in his pants and fastened his belt. He heard two doors opening into the main area.

He did the same and found a petite Asian lady and a thin white man looking in the mirror.

There wasn't anyone else in the room. But neither one of them looked at Damien. Damien decided that this was the right thing for him. It was better that Damien didn't know.

He returned to the dining room and sat down at the table with Helena. She vibrated with excitement.

She mumbled, "So, how was that?"

Damien paused. He admitted, "Pretty Fucking Great."

Helena clapped three more times before getting up and moving to her feet. "Come on, let's go."

He asked, "Did you miss our entrees?"

"Oh, Damey. I'm ready for dessert.