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[OOC: looking for multiple writers, so feel free to add your story!]
Just outside of the university campus, at the edge of the town, there is a small, cosy café. On the outside, it has that picturesque, medieval look with wooden beams, a white facade, glass plain windows and a green sign hanging over the door. On the inside you'll find wooden paneling, cosy booths and behind the bar shelves with all sorts of drinks. And one of the most important rules is that only students can enter. They can come here to study, to have a drink with friends. And if they want, they can stay overnight as well. There are 4 rooms you can rent. The rooms are simple, but just as elegantly decorated as the rest of the inn.
When I was still a student, not that long ago, I was a frequent visitor at the inn. I even became good friends with the innkeeper. Just as I was finishing up my time at college, with only my graduation in the way, the innkeeper called me over.
As I arrived he already had a coffee waiting.
“Hello George, come take a seat. We need to talk,” he said.
”Hi Richard, thanks! Sounds serious,” I reply. He nods his head.
”As you know, I've been the innkeeper here for 30 years. But I've been feeling for awhile now it's time to make way for a new generation and retire,” he continued as I listened intently, wondering where this was headed.
”I've been looking for someone to take over from me. Out of all the possibilities, I always came back to you. You're intelligent, charismatic and have a relaxed personality. All needed to run this place. And as an extra you look good, which will be needed for what I'm going to show you next,” he says.
I was slightly dumbfounded by his last words. I mean yes my broad shoulders, defined pecs and biceps, combined with my blue eyes and black hair, make sure I'm not short on attention from the other sexe. So yeah I definitely had my fun at university.
Richard stands up and winks me to follow him. We walk through the small hallway leading up to the bathrooms. On the left is the men's room and on the right the women's room. However there is more to it. Richard turns the painting on the wall and then the wall opens up to reveal a staircase into the basement.
After going down the stairs, we walk through another hallway with wood panelling and a lot of doors. Richard walks in front of me and suddenly holds in front of one of the doors and turns towards me.
”What I'm about to show you, can never leave this building, even if you decide to take over. But in order to make a decision on that, you need to know this,” he takes a breath before he continues. ”As you know this place is a refuge for students to come together and relax. And here in the basement it's a refuge for pleasure, enjoyment and simply forgetting the outside world.”
I'm still not sure what is happening and then he pushes a door open. I look into a room with a lot of small cubicles. Richard opens one of the cubicles. There is a chair inside, but not much else. However in the sidewalls were two holes. I was standing in a gloryhole. I look utterly shocked at Richard. He smirks and tells me to follow him.
We go to another room. The walls are all dark red and in the middle stands a big, round bed. In the corner of the room stands a couch and a chaise longue.
”The other rooms are like this too,” Richard says. ”I've built this into a place where students can come to explore their sexuality. They can do it in all anonymity at the gloryhole, where girls learn to give blowjobs and guys come to get their first. In one cubicle, a girl can lay on her back, with her whole lower body through the wall. Or if they want a girl can go into a bedroom and have a fun night there. When I was younger, I ’helped’ them myself, but now I have some male models on retainer… so there you have it. The whole story of this place. I understand if you need to sleep a night on it. So let me know when you've made your mind up,” he says as we walk back upstairs.
Indeed, it is a lot to wrap my head around. But by the time we're back in the cafe, I've made my mind up.
”Thank you for the generous offer. I feel honoured you chose me and I'll try to live up to your example. I'll do it.”
And so two weeks after graduation, I stand behind the bar, wondering what the future will have in store for me.
Just outside of the university campus, at the edge of the town, there is a small, cosy café. On the outside, it has that picturesque, medieval look with wooden beams, a white facade, glass plain windows and a green sign hanging over the door. On the inside you'll find wooden paneling, cosy booths and behind the bar shelves with all sorts of drinks. And one of the most important rules is that only students can enter. They can come here to study, to have a drink with friends. And if they want, they can stay overnight as well. There are 4 rooms you can rent. The rooms are simple, but just as elegantly decorated as the rest of the inn.
When I was still a student, not that long ago, I was a frequent visitor at the inn. I even became good friends with the innkeeper. Just as I was finishing up my time at college, with only my graduation in the way, the innkeeper called me over.
As I arrived he already had a coffee waiting.
“Hello George, come take a seat. We need to talk,” he said.
”Hi Richard, thanks! Sounds serious,” I reply. He nods his head.
”As you know, I've been the innkeeper here for 30 years. But I've been feeling for awhile now it's time to make way for a new generation and retire,” he continued as I listened intently, wondering where this was headed.
”I've been looking for someone to take over from me. Out of all the possibilities, I always came back to you. You're intelligent, charismatic and have a relaxed personality. All needed to run this place. And as an extra you look good, which will be needed for what I'm going to show you next,” he says.
I was slightly dumbfounded by his last words. I mean yes my broad shoulders, defined pecs and biceps, combined with my blue eyes and black hair, make sure I'm not short on attention from the other sexe. So yeah I definitely had my fun at university.
Richard stands up and winks me to follow him. We walk through the small hallway leading up to the bathrooms. On the left is the men's room and on the right the women's room. However there is more to it. Richard turns the painting on the wall and then the wall opens up to reveal a staircase into the basement.
After going down the stairs, we walk through another hallway with wood panelling and a lot of doors. Richard walks in front of me and suddenly holds in front of one of the doors and turns towards me.
”What I'm about to show you, can never leave this building, even if you decide to take over. But in order to make a decision on that, you need to know this,” he takes a breath before he continues. ”As you know this place is a refuge for students to come together and relax. And here in the basement it's a refuge for pleasure, enjoyment and simply forgetting the outside world.”
I'm still not sure what is happening and then he pushes a door open. I look into a room with a lot of small cubicles. Richard opens one of the cubicles. There is a chair inside, but not much else. However in the sidewalls were two holes. I was standing in a gloryhole. I look utterly shocked at Richard. He smirks and tells me to follow him.
We go to another room. The walls are all dark red and in the middle stands a big, round bed. In the corner of the room stands a couch and a chaise longue.
”The other rooms are like this too,” Richard says. ”I've built this into a place where students can come to explore their sexuality. They can do it in all anonymity at the gloryhole, where girls learn to give blowjobs and guys come to get their first. In one cubicle, a girl can lay on her back, with her whole lower body through the wall. Or if they want a girl can go into a bedroom and have a fun night there. When I was younger, I ’helped’ them myself, but now I have some male models on retainer… so there you have it. The whole story of this place. I understand if you need to sleep a night on it. So let me know when you've made your mind up,” he says as we walk back upstairs.
Indeed, it is a lot to wrap my head around. But by the time we're back in the cafe, I've made my mind up.
”Thank you for the generous offer. I feel honoured you chose me and I'll try to live up to your example. I'll do it.”
And so two weeks after graduation, I stand behind the bar, wondering what the future will have in store for me.
