Shift Work

Behind the wall, desire has no name—only rhythm, taste, and heat.In a rundown booth lit by flickering fluorescents, one man spends his days servicing strangers on the other side of the glory hole. He never sees their faces. He only knows them by the grip of their hands, the sounds they make, the scent of sweat and release—and the way they linger on his tongue long after they're gone.From the suite...