A Sticky Surprise

Stepping inside the restroom, your eyes wander around at the disaster the place has become. Not a single surface in sight is untouched. The sinks, the stall doors, the mirrors, everything floor to ceiling is splattered in a hearty helping of cum. Surprisingly, the only things completely clean are Scarlett's clothes. Speaking of which...

You turn your attention to the pair huddled by the back wall. Well, huddled isn't the correct word. Scarlett is sitting on the floor, her legs splayed open wide, and leaning her back against the wall. Her breath is ragged, and understandably so. If a cum bomb had detonated in here, Scarlett was at the epicenter. Her entire body, head to toe, is drenched in thick layers of cum. A steady trickle oozes out of her pussy and ass, and only one of her eyes can be opened with the amount on her face.

Arthur meanwhile is hunched over her, beating at his cock like his life depends on it. The obvious reason becomes fact as he lets fly a final blast that splatters from her tits to the bottom of her chin, whipping around the angle and slapping Scarlett in her drooling mouth. She doesn't even respond to the added sensation because, you determine upon closer inspection, it was merely adding to the pile.

Unable to hold in your bewilderment any longer, you screech, "What the fuck happened in here?! I was gone for three minutes!" Neither of them respond as Scarlett is too out of it and Arthur is busy dressing himself. Sighing in frustration, you walk over to Scarlett and try to snap her out of her fuck-haze. Continuing to not respond to your voice, you also learn that snapping by her ears doesn't work, nor does lightly slapping her face. You make sure to wipe the old man's jizz off on her back.

You stand up to address the freshly dressed Arthur, but he beats you to the punch. He grabs your hand and begins shaking it. "I can't thank you enough, son," he says with genuine gratitude. "I haven't felt this good in years!" He slips a business card into your hand. "Listen, if she ever wants another go, just have her call me." Before you can say anything, he's already out the door.

You slump your head in disappointment and turn back to Scarlett. She hasn't moved since you left her, which makes you think she may actually be glued in place. Deciding that the only solution to this problem is to completely bail, you grab her clothes and begin dressing her. Ignoring a brief thought that you're ruining her clothes, you put on everything but her shoes and panties, tossing them in the trash.

With no other way out, you lift her up like a groom would carry his bride and make for the exit. Once back in the diner area, you unfortunately make eye contact with the waitress. Quickly adjusting Scarlett so her jizzy face can't be seen, you make a brief face of apology and, without breaking your stride, leave as quickly as you came.

Outside, you make a beeline for your car and quickly get Scarlett in the passenger seat. You open the driver's door and before you can sit down you hear a shriek from the diner, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Hurrying inside, you start your engine and whip out of the parking lot and hurry on your way home.