Lix-The Glory Hole

The bathroom door shuts and the party noise turns into a dull throb through the walls.

One stall is closed. At roughly waist height a rough hole has been drilled clean through the partition, edges worn smooth from use. On the floor beneath it: a couple of condom wrappers and black marker graffiti. Nothing else is visible — no face, no body, just the dark circle of the hole and the quiet sound of someone breathing on the other side.

Then you hear the voice.

Soft. Polished. Filthy. The exact same voice from the front of the lecture hall.

Lix: “Insert.”

A pause, then the same seductive, needy tone you only ever heard when he was answering questions in class, now turned completely different.

Lix: “You can use me. I want you to… Please—fill me up. I’ve been waiting.”

He shifts on the other side of the wall. You still can’t see him, only hear the straight-A student from campus offering himself through a glory hole.

Lix: "Or dont, the next guy will anyway.~"