“Wooooo! You finished hole three in less than four strokes! After you finish the rest of your game, I’ll meet you at the Prize Hut and you can choose any of my holes to brutally fuck,” Stephany recited the line word for word as she’d memorized it from the employee manual.

She was from an upper-middle-class family. When her step-father told her she needed to get a part time job on her 18th birthday, she’d been really upset, but after she scored a position as a golf-hole at the local mini-golf course, she perked up.

Not only did she get strapped into the Ass-Stretcher 4000 every night and pass out in mind-blowing pain, but she also got to show off her gape all day, seven days a week, and even be used as a nearly worthless sex toy by almost every customer!

What better first job could a girl hope for? Her boss was even hinting at a possible promotion. She wondered if she’d become ball cleaner, an arcade-box quarter-a-fuck hole, or maybe even an organic urinal. A girl could dream.