Jules Gloryhole Novels & Stories

Maybe I was supposed to be more than just a chess prodigy. Lost in thought, I glided across the ice. The rhythm was calming. A crash from the locker room area shattered my trance. I turned just in time to see Jules stumble out, his skates barely laced, pads crooked. Something was seriously wrong. I skated over, and the smell hit me before I got close. He reeked of alcohol. Jules was plastered, slurring as he threw an arm around me. “J, my girl! Did I make this happen? I wasn’t serious when I said I missed having girls around. You didn’t have to go and turn into one!”

I could not help but let out a muffled groan from my throat. Cold sweat instantly soaked through my expensive backless dress. My vision blurred with pain, but I did not cry. I bit my lip, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. I kept my eyes wide open, staring intently at Jules. I wanted to remember this face and remember this man who had personally crippled me after abandoning me. Jules tossed the bloodied hammer, and it slammed to the ground with a dull thud. He was panting heavily as he stared at the mangled hand. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes, but it vanished instantly. "Is that enough?"

“We go in. We see if she’s really here.” I exhale. “And then?” Silence. Because none of us know the answer. I swallow hard, nodding. “Let’s go.” The second we step inside, I spot her. Jules sits at the bar, nursing a drink, her hair pulled into a loose bun, wearing a leather jacket I swear used to be mine. She doesn’t look like someone who’s expecting to die tonight. She looks calm. Careless. Like she hasn’t spent months hiding. Like she hasn’t spent years being part of this world.

While Gloria went into the inner room, James pretended that he had to attend to nature's calling and went to the toilet. "Quickly get over here! I have already seen the jewelry. Not only are there all sorts of jewelry in the cellar, but there is also a lot of wine. Those wines were enough to fetch us more than ten million dollars if we sold them! Damn, that old woman is truly a big catch! It's too great! We truly have caught the right one! My efforts in dealing with her for so long haven't been in vain. You have to hurry up. We have to get the jewelry out of here, and then tie Gloria up in this cellar. I had already seen it. This cellar is very well-hidden. People outside can't see it at all

Harley yelled, running out of the room. Jules quickly freshens up, putting on black jeans, a white crop top, and white Snickers to go. She also packed her hair in a messy bun, and apply lip gloss, before making her way downstairs. Eight pairs of eyes stared at her immediately she came into view. "Good morning everyone," she let out, casting a curious glance around for any sign of Hero. When she didn't see him, she was happy and prayed that he already left for work. However, her prayer was not answered, as an angry Hero walked downstairs, casting her a hateful glare before walking past her to meet the other at the dining table.

Niel was truly disgusting. Gloria: [Who knows? Niel might have even more disgusting ideas. When he finally gets Ava, he might record some scandalous videos and release them online. Even if you and Mr. Jewell clarify things later, the curious onlookers won't care. In my years at the club, I've seen many scumbags use this trick on girls.] Paige: [I understand.] Paige was genuinely disgusted. As the heir of the Jewells, did Niel not feel ashamed?

Ashley had set up three cameras to get me from all the angles and really make sure that it was recorded. I would make money, too, being a gloryhole slut. So I entered the back of Sinful Delights Adult Store. Ashley had given me a key that let me into the gloryhole room. Not even the owner would know it was me. It was so wicked as I stared at the small cubicle. It had a padded floor with two pillows. There were two holes in opposite walls. I could kneel between them with my mouth pressed against one hole and my pussy and ass against the other.

Cora looked at her teeth, then ran her thumb over Jules's lower lip, pressing it down. "You have a pretty mouth," Cora said. "Get on your knees." Jules sank to the cold marble. It hurt her knees. Cora walked to a large leather chair and sat down. "Crawl to me." Jules got on her hands and knees. The marble was cold and hard against her palms. She crawled across the huge room, the sound of her movement loud in the silence. She stopped at Cora's feet. "Touch your cunt," Cora said. "I want to see how wet you are."

A few seconds later, he says, “Name’s Cole. He’s outside Club Twenty on 7th Street.” He hangs up before I can ask any more questions. Not that there’s any need for that. Cole is outside Club Twenty on 7th Street, and I have to go get him. I hail a taxi and then rush into the bedroom to get dressed. I try to call Jude again, but his phone is still off. If he’s not with Cole, where is he? I head downstairs and wait in the lobby until my taxi arrives. The ride to the club takes twenty minutes, which seem like hours. Fortunately, the roads are clear at this hour, so there’s no delay.