"I... I can't go in there!" she cried, appalled. Looking around she found that fortunatley no one was near enough to have heard, though some guys had already turned to check out her ass from down the corridor.
"Really? You want to stop playing our game, do you?"
Casey gulped, wincing as she accepted her fate. "No, I still want to play," she told him in a soft voice.
"Good. To the men's room."
Nodding as if he were there she walked slowly down the side-hall, pausing before the door with the symbol for man. Taking a deep breath after looking around once she put her hand to the door, only to have it fly open inwards.
"Oh!" she cried out in synchrony with a startled middle-aged man.
"Um, I, uh, must have gone to the wrong door," she told him, scurrying over to the other side of the hall to push open the women's door. She looked over her shoulder at him, only to find him still there, even staring at her ass.
When the door closed behind her she leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath and listening. Footsteps finally sounded, along with the faint thump of the door. In moments there was silence.
Casey poked her head out the woman's door, half-expecting to see the guy still there waiting for her. Seeing no one she scuttled across the hallway, pausing just before pushing the door, afraid someone else would pop through. When that didn't happen she crept inside.
"Hello?" she whispered, feeling stupid, but feeling like she should give warning. No one answered, but she ducked down to all fours to peer under the stall doors. She stopped for a moment to stare in fascination at the urinals. It wasn't that they were like alien devices to her, but it seemed so strange to see them in a bathroom where there should have been stalls.
"Go into a stall," the voice commanded, and she yelped, jumping to her feet. The voice chuckled, and she glared at a mirror like he'd see her cross look.
Grunting to herself in place of muttered words she went to the safe choice, the farthest stall from the door. If anyone came in they'd surely go to the first one, she reasoned. She paused inside, a little startled to realize that it looked like any other stall she'd been in, except with a lot more graffiti.
"Ew." And it wasn't flushed. Averting her eyes she reluctantly reached forward and flushed, praying it would clog or backfire. As it finished its job she locked the door behind her and waited for further instructions. |