An interuption

"Elle, are you in here?"

The sudden voice startled Corset Harley and she froze, feeling her own juices dropping down the fingers still buried in her pussy

"Someone said you, um, ran this way," the voice continued.

Sat on the toilet, Elle - for that was apparently her real name - suddenly looked around in panic. Where did her thong go? Searching the floor, there was suddenly no sign of the thong she had kicked off.

"Are you alright?" the voice asked again. The voice belonged to Jane, her friend, the two of them having come to the convention together.

Elle continued to search the small cubical for her thong, but there was nothing. If Jane knew what had happened, how was she going to explain having now lost her thong? Should she just pretend she wasn't here? Then again, maybe this is her only chance of rescue.