Pulp Core 3: Pulp Core, #3

By Kylie Jensen

Two friends who became so curious about an activity that they explored it themselves and got a feeling of it. Then another woman leading a life for some people's view while she lives a completely different one. To the last woman who leads different lives, playing distinct characters, each a branch of herself and whose true self is lost to others and even herself.

Each story explores a need, whether a need to sate one's curiosity, one's loneliness, or one's sanity. They will certainly leave you wondering if each woman reaches her goal and if she truly feels accomplished when she does.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seagull Editions
• Release date: May 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223228851

Book preview

GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH

It wasn’t odd for the two of them to have such discussions often. The alcohol was the best way to get them loose enough to discuss such topics unabashedly without them feeling ashamed. They stared at each other with their eyes hazy and looking near passing out when the next issue sent a shudder down their spine. It wasn’t one of horror or terror rather than that showed how interested they were in their discussion. It had started out as a joke between the women, but as they went further and downed more shots, their curiosity got even more piqued than it was.

How do you really think it goes down behind the scenes? Katie asked her friend, who burped softly as she took her shot in her palm. Do you think it’s that easy to try glory holes?

Raya scoffed. It can’t be that easy. How does one get turned on by a stranger?

After she asked, they mulled over the question. Katie looked down at her glass, feeling the alcohol slipping into her bloodstream and making her thoughts jumble. She knew she wasn’t the only one curious about finding out what went on behind the scenes. She blamed Thomas, a mutual friend of theirs, for making the joke during their talk. Now that was all they had been talking about since he left. Not that there was nothing more for them to discuss, but there was something about glory holes that just had their attention caught completely. Katie couldn’t even deny how pulled in she was by the topic and how much she wanted them to find out more about it.

It was the same for her friend, who still stared at her shot before downing it one go. This is oddly getting my attention. Of all the things that could get us hooked tonight, Katie.

She chuckled under her breath but understood what her friend meant. This is just another one of those things we have to deal with and get over with

Seriously though, who would dare to do such a thing with a complete stranger?

People. People who are also curious or craving something out there that only the glory hole can satisfy?

That’s ridiculous. No offense to them–

Oh please, you’re about to be offensive, Raya.

Let me speak. She rolled her eyes. As I was saying, it’s ridiculous. There’s so much that could go wrong, or maybe not.

They burped again before calling the bartender, who gave them the side eye. Perhaps their discussion was louder than they thought it was, not that they cared about that in the slightest. It wasn’t their business what people thought of them, it only made them want to be louder. Katie looked down at the glass of shot in front of them again before downing it once more. The burn went down her throat just as swiftly as she had taken it and she shuddered, smiling cheekily when she saw Raya doing the same thing. Their eyes met as they dropped their shot glasses and they chuckled. This was the perfect night for them to have such a discussion. The air smelt like sweat, alcohol, and‌ lust.

Where are they even around here? The glory holes. This town seems like no one is kinky. Raya asked, the humor clear in her voice.

You know what? Why ask questions when we can find the information we need ourselves? Katie said, bringing out her phone and opening her browser. This should be easy.

What places would have them though? Glory holes, I mean. Could they be in public toilettes?

It is a possibility. We can’t rule that out. Katie replied, trying to look at her keyboard despite the slight blur in her eyes.

That’s disgusting.

Katie shrugged. You thought of it. Besides, I think George Michael was caught in a public toilette once doing God knows what. Maybe there are glory holes in public toilettes.

Now you’re just teasing. Raya kissed her teeth, staring at her drink. Hey, isn’t where gay people go cruising that you find glory holes?

I can’t say, Raya. Katie responded, still chuckling.

I was joking. There would be more exclusivity with these kinds of things and people wouldn’t be able to access–

Before she could finish her sentence, Katie was waving her phone in her face to show her a page she found after her clumsy search on the browser. Raya didn’t say a word but stared at the page that had everything they had been curious about for the past two hours. It sounded even crazier that they were getting the information as easily as they were. It was like all their conversations were now coming to life and they had no reason to get away from their discussion now. They stared at the phone that held the answers to everything they wanted to know and began scrolling through the page. They were nose deep in the topic and there was no stopping Katie as she brought up even more pages with the topic and read some more. However, as they kept up with their scrolling, they stumbled upon one they weren’t expecting.

Isn’t this downtown? The shop you’ve always been curious about entering?

Raya huffed. I can’t believe something like this could be so close to us. Isn’t this too convenient?

Really?

Actually, fuck it. I want to see these glory holes for myself.

That’s the spirit! Katie jokingly cheered as they took another shot and downed it in seconds.

Their plans to visit the local sex shop continued despite the alcohol flowing into their system. They weren’t in their right state of being, but one thing was certain: no matter when they woke up the next day, they would head out to the local sex shop and see things for themselves. Their curiosity and interest in the topic would never die until they saw what they were looking for. Their minds wouldn’t let them be.

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It was getting rather late