by Fox, RoxAnne
The Bathroom
By Roxanne Fox
Published by Roxanne Fox
Copyright 2013 Roxanne Fox
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Warning: this story contains adult content. All persons depicted are over the age of 18.
Zoe was sitting at the counter of her favorite eatery; The Dream Machine. It was a kitschy place done up like an old-fashioned soda shop. While hovering over the remains of her strawberry soda she stared at her new favorite person; drop dead gorgeous Alan. He had started working at the place a few weeks before and Zoe couldn’t get enough of his six-two, dark haired, sexy self.
The man in question walked over to the ice cream freezer and with his left hand he grabbed a handful of vanilla ice cream. Zoe stared as he slowly turned around undoing the buttons of his white collared shirt with the other hand. Once his cut chest was exposed he began rubbing the ice cream all over it swirling the melted desert around his hardening nipples. He grabbed a can of whipped cream, shook it, then popped the top off before spraying small mounds over the small nubs. Zoe gulped and looked down to see him shove the remainder of the ice cream down his pants. The melted remains oozing around the zipper.
Swallowing hard her eyes didn’t leave the show as he walked towards her dropping the can of whipped cream. Leaning over the counter he said, “Excuse me; can I take your empty?”
Zoe snapped back to reality to see Alan standing, fully clothed, in front of her; a smile lighting his cobalt eyes. “Oh, no…I mean yeah, I’m finished thanks.” She stammered. Her cheeks flared as the arousing day dream flashed through her mind again. Her eyes shifted to her bag as she started shoving papers and her binder inside of it from the counter where she had been writing a short story for school.
God, I need to get laid, she thought.
“You ok?” Alan asked.
She looked up to see his smile had changed to a look of bewilderment as he stood, still holding her empty glass.
“Yeah, I’m fine, see ya latter,” she said as she jumped down off her stool tossing enough money on the counter leaving more than a couple bucks for a tip. “Thanks, keep the change.” She waved back to Alan’s prone form as she walked out the door.
“See ya,” Alan said, barely audible as she cut around the corner and out the door.
Zoe walked down the side walk humming to herself as she swung her military surplus bag back and forth. She was wearing her favorite outfit, a white mini tank with “I love Heroine” in silver sparkly writing, cut-off cami jeans, and plum Doc Martins. She wasn’t a drop dead gorgeous girl, but she was by no means ugly. Zoe had brunette hair that fell just below the shoulder, hazel eyes, was 5’7”, a size nine, and sported a healthy D cup…much to her dismay. She always thought anyone who was blessed with breasts hated them, and visa-versa.
Walking home she passed by the usual scenes: a bum passed out in a doorway wearing a “Jesus saves” shirt, two guys having sex in an ally, a couple of lesbians apparently fighting over the custody of a cat, and an endless array of college kids like herself. She decided to finish her writing project at home without the distraction of a particular sexy ice-cream slinging soda jerk before going out tonight. Her and her friend Bean had decided earlier in the week to go to a new club called The Fetish Front. Zoe thought it would be neat to go to a freaky club where people who were into stuff like BDSM would be; she had never been to one before and it did pose to give interesting material for future writings.
By 8:00 PM Zoe had finished her project and started getting ready. She went out earlier in the week and bought some clothes especially for the night. It was a slutty version of a catholic school uniform: short plaid, pleated, skirt, white shirt, white knee-high stockings, and Mary-Janeish looking high heels. Bean arrived at her place sometime later dressed to the nines. She had on a full latex suit; it completely covered her from neck to wrist to ankle. Zoe assumed it went to the ankle it was kind of hard to tell because her friend was also wearing matching thigh high stiletto boots. Bean was all black, and shiny, and extremely sexy. Her dark, pinched eyes that hinted to an exotic heritage sitting in her porcelain features fit the look perfectly. She looked downright perfect in her lean build to be a dominatrix. Zoe would have never been able to pull the look off that way. She was way too busty, too curvy, for latex to look right; at least in her opinion she was.
“So Zo what do ya think of my hair?” Bean asked making primping motions. Her hair was normally worn down long, black, and very strait. Tonight, however, she had it up in two strange twisty things that looked like horns coming out the back of her head.
“I was more impressed with your gear.” Zoe said finishing up on her own hair.
“Yeah, I look good as a crazy dom. I even got a crop!” Bean said, proudly holding the thing up. Zoe laughed at her friend’s enthusiasm. Bean dropped the crop—which was attached to a loose belt so it hung freely at her side—and propped herself on the arm of a chair.
“Nice,” Zoe said as she finished her hair. “What do you think of my costume?” She stood up, hair appropriately done up in pig-tails, and posed.
“You look like Brittney Spears in that video, but with brown hair.” Bean said rather flatly.
“No way, my ass is way better!” Zoe stuck out her rear and smacked it. Bean shook her head as both girls laughed before Zoe sat back down to finish her makeup.
Each of them tucked some money and their ID’s away—Zoe’s in her bra and Bean’s in the top of her boot—and left for the club. It wasn’t far but Bean insisted on driving, which to Zoe translated as, “I’m bringing a guy home and I don’t want to walk back to your place to get my car,” so Zoe rode with her. They passed in front of the club and Zoe could see people already going in.
“Man Bean, look at all the freaks,” she said, staring at them as they drove.
“Umm, Zo you don’t have much room to talk being pressed against the glass like that. Don’t you think it’s obvious to those people that you’re staring at them? We are driving really slow.”
Zoe sat up straight but continued to look out the window “Oh yeah, oops.” It was then that she noticed a guy in a leather mask and pants number staring back at her. “Hey that guy’s staring at me all weird like.”
Bean looked to where Zoe was pointing before turning back to the road. “How can you tell in the gimp mask?”
Zoe glanced back as they rounded the corner, but couldn’t see him. “I don’t know, he was staring at me though.”
“Well you were staring right back at him Zo, so big surprise he noticed you. He’s probably thinking the same thing you are about these freaks and now he is categorizing you as one of them, who is sizing him up like a piece of meat. You probably scared him.” Bean laughed.
“Hey, that’s not funny. He could be someone who knows me and is wondering if I recognized him.” Just then she realized something, “Man that mask idea is great, he can come here all incognito like and if anyone he knew was here they wouldn’t recognize him. I wish I would have thought of that. We could have coordinated and I could have been your slave girl.”
Bean parked the car with both of them laughing.
Inside the club Zoe and Bean saw more interesting people—there were girls painted like cheetahs, people dressed as vampires, lots of tattoos and piercings, even people who had scars in the shapes of stars, spirals, and the like—but most of the people were the usual club fare.
Hoochies in too tight, too little clothing and the douche bags swarming around them like flies. The inside of the club was fairly typical too. It was painted black with a high stage at a far end complete with a DJ, laser lights, a huge dance floor, loud fast music, and a lit up bar on the other side. Zoe was thoroughly disappointed.
“I bet even the decked out people don’t live a fetish life style; they’re just one-nighters like us,” she said to her friend over the thump of music.
“Eh, what are you going to do?” Bean was pulling them to the glowing bar that changed color like an LED toy. “Let’s get a drink.”
After a couple of rounds—Redbull and Grey Goose for Bean and whatever was local and fresh on tap for Zoe—she saw the guy in the mask at the end of the bar looking over at her. “Hey Bean, it’s the guy from outside. He keeps glancing this way.”
Bean looked over at him. “Well I guess you didn’t scare him away after all.” She laughed. “I’ll invite him over for a drink; like you said he’s probably just like us, and every other faker in the joint.”
Bean stood up and waved him over before Zoe could protest. “Besides,” she continued as she glanced back at Zoe, “I’m hitting the dance floor so you’re going to need the company.”
The guy in the mask sat down in Bean’s vacant seat as she retreated to the dance floor. “Where is she off to?”
“She said she’s going to dance, which means I won’t see her the rest of the night.” Zoe rolled her eyes as she watched her friend make her way onto the dance floor before getting lost in the crowd.
“Why’s that?”
Zoe looked at the masked man. Up close what she could see of him was pretty nice: a little over six foot tall, cut chest, six-pack, arms you could melt in, and, well, she had to stop herself before she looked directly at his dick. “Oh, never mind, let’s get a drink.” Zoe waved away the question then put her hand out. “My name’s Zoe.”
“Nice to meet you, just call me A.” A shook her hand. His was smooth but firm, warm in hers and familiar somehow.
“A?” Zoe asked suspiciously looking up from his hands back to his covered face. His eyes, too, were familiar.
“Yeah, I’m kind of embarrassed to come here, but a friend told me to do it. Long story short, I didn’t want to be embarrassed so I figured I would wear the mask and call myself A.” He shrugged, the zippered mouth smiling. “This way no one will recognize me.”
“You know, I saw you from the car and thought the same thing about the mask.” They both laughed; all of a sudden Zoe began laughing even harder.
“What is it?” A sounded puzzled.
“I just realized you’re A and I’m Z.” He joined her in her uproarious laughter.
Zoe and A stayed at the bar and talked for a couple hours. They each only had one more drink during that time but the previous ones before he sat with Zoe were starting to get to her bladder. She looked towards the ladies room and sighed when she saw the horrible line.
“What’s up?” A said following her gaze.
“I have to use the bathroom but I don’t want to stand in that line.” She squinted at the neon clock behind the bar and sighed again. “Plus I have to go soon. I’m just going to head home, there is a gas station on the way I can use if I can’t make it all the way home first.”
A’s eyes darted back and forth then down, as though he was contemplating something. “Can I walk you home? I wouldn’t feel right about you going alone. I’ll even take my mask off so you won’t be uncomfortable, so you can trust me,” he said cautiously.
Zoe stopped his hand as it went for the zipper in the back of the mask. “Funny enough, I actually trust you some already. I know it sounds weird but after talking to you all night I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.” Her eyebrows came together as she considered the fact she very well could know A, but she mentally shrugged it off since she couldn’t think of who he might be. “No, I say leave the mask on.” She dropped her hand giving A a sultry smile. “Besides, who the hell would dare mess with some chick walking around with a freak in a leather mask?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Funny,” A said snidely.
“Hey I’m just joking with you; I kind of like the mystery too.” She patted his leather covered cheek. “You can leave the unveiling as a treat when we reach my place. Kay?” She said sweetly.
A chuckled. “All right I’ll take care of the tab, let’s go.”
Zoe and A talked more along the way and Zoe thought how odd it was with how at ease she felt with A, especially since she hadn’t even seen his face. She thought again on how he could be someone she knew but she couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t have taken the mask off by then to tease her about bringing a masked weirdo home. She shook the thought from her head not wanting to brood on it. Glancing at him she figured he couldn’t be someone she knew because there was no way any of her guy friends were hiding a body that nice. Zoe’s thoughts were interrupted by the wind blowing under her short skirt. A shiver ran through her body; July or not a wind in that area still chills a person.
“You cold?” A asked, and wrapped his arm around her.
“Mmm, that’s much warmer,” she said and leaned into him.
“You know, it’s funny, I feel like I’ve known you forever,” A said, his arm around her holding her to him as they walked.
Zoe chuckled. “I was just thinking the same thing.” They stopped as she spoke.
Zoe looked up at A as he leaned down to kiss her. It was the most amazing kiss she had ever experienced. Their tongues moved between their lips, slow at first, A seeming unsure, but as she leaned in to him, placing a hand on his bare chest, he heightened the kiss probing deeper with his tongue, tasting the inside of her mouth, moaning in to her. The zipper of the mouth opening grazed across the top of her lip as he pulled away from a surprisingly sensual kiss considering the mask was between them.
“Wow.” Zoe said kind of bewildered.
“Yeah, wow.” A sounded as breathy as Zoe felt.
Zoe put her hand over her bladder as it began to protest again. “Oh, I hate to kill the mood but I really got to go now, there’s the gas station.” Zoe pointed at the gas station in question which was across the street. “Come on!” She grabbed his hand and dashed for it.
When they got to the bathroom Zoe stopped.
“What is it?” A looked at the door then to her as she hopped from foot to foot.
She was chewing on her lip looking at the door. Finally she looked up at him hand still on her bladder. “I don’t think it would be wise for you to stand outside the women’s bathroom at night dressed like that. Why don’t you just stand inside; you can hold the door shut so no one can come in.”
A shook his head laughing. “Good idea I don’t need a concerned citizen calling the police.”
They entered and A turned to the door. “Hey it locks from the inside. You want me to lock it so no one enters?”
“Sure, yeah,” she said as she ran in to a stall, but not before she saw him turn to face the outside door. Zoe figured he was trying to give her some kind of privacy.
While she relieved herself she thought on how odd it was for him to be in the restroom and to not have even that bother her. After she had finished up and was washing her hands she continued thinking about her comfort with A and began to wonder what he looked like under the mask. She realized how attracted she was to him even though she had no idea what he looked like and how odd that was.
It is really fun and mysterious. Maybe we could get it on while he’s wearing the mask. The thought had her giggling as she turned to A, who was still facing the door.
He turned around and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about something.”
“And what exactly were you thinking about?” There was a hint of teasing to his voice.
Zoe walked over to him and stood on tiptoe. “Oh, just this,” she said and kissed him again.
He gladly kissed h
er back putting his arm around her to draw her to him.
They kissed long and deep, enjoying every second. “This just gets better and better.” She said. A reached up to take off the mask and Zoe stopped him. “Don’t take it off just yet; let’s have some fun with it. If your body is any indicator of how good your face will be then I’m not worried at all.
Zoe pressed herself to him and whispered in his ear “Just unzip the mask and I will remove it later when I’m ready.” A nodded and obliged.
After unzipping the mask he grabbed Zoe and gently put her up against the wall. There was the strangest look in his eyes that seemed to thrill her in a odd way. He started kissing her again and she brought her hands up to wrap around him. A made his way down her neck kissing and lightly biting her flesh; he reached her breasts then hesitated.
“It’s ok,” Zoe said reassuringly.
She reached behind her and undid her bra. A pulled the shirt over her head, removing it with the bra. He paused a moment as he looked at her breasts before cupping them in his hands. A began sucking on her right nipple while carefully pinching the left, working both of them at the same time and making sure the zippers on the mask didn’t cut in to her soft flesh. He would switch back and forth and Zoe did all she could to stay standing. Leaning against the stained white tile of the gas station bathroom her head rocked back and forth as small surges of pleasure radiated out from her nipples. Once they were taut and wet from his saliva A stood back up and kissed Zoe once more but deeper, more lovingly.
Between the kiss full of want and need and the feeling of her hard wet nipples pressed against his bare chest Zoe became even more aroused. She could feel her arousal pool at her sex to moisten the soft fabric of her cotton panties. She grabbed A’s hand and brought it under her skirt, placing it at the top of the undergarment. A low noise came from A as his other hand joined the first to slide the small fabric down. Zoe stepped out of them, carefully in her heels, feeling the excitement build over what she was doing.
