Winking at you, Anna takes by the hand and leads down the hallway back the way she came. follows docilely behind, with you right on their heels.
They turn a corner, and you eagerly follow – only to come face to face with the door to the woman’s restroom.
“Sorry, . I have to…,” Anna whispers huskily. She leans closer as she finishes the sentence.
“… clean her up.” Her voice becomes so low that you’re not sure you even hear the words. Instead, you watch her cherry red lips mouth them silently, in slow-motion. Her breath wafts to you, gracing your nose with scent of mint and… pussy? For a brief moment, you wonder if it’s just your imagination. Then she flicks her burnished copper hair with a toss of her head, and pushes her way into the lavatory. helplessly gets dragged along. She turns to meet your gaze. The distressed look in her eyes is belied by the arousal evident in her rapid, ragged breath.
At first, you attempt to follow, but the door closes in your face. Years of training make you balk at the sign bearing a stick-figure in a dress that now bars your way. You strain to listen to what is happening inside, but are greeted only by silence. Thirty seconds pass, then you hear some shuffling and clicking of high heels on a tiled floor. More silence. Suddenly, you hear a shriek! You look around anxiously, to see if anyone heard, but see nothing but a deserted corridor.
The air conditioning kicks in, and puts a damper on your voyeurism. Every few seconds, you hear a gasp, and then a moan… or is it your overactive imagination and the triumph of modern technology over the autumn heat? Only a minute has gone by, but it’s been one minute too long. What the hell are you doing? After what you’ve just seen, after what you just did to , you’re going to let the women’s restroom keep you out?
You inhale deeply, and push on the bathroom door. Before your eyes unfurls the scene of…
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