Empty

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty. Rebecca found the white trash receptacle near the sink and slid it away from the wall with her foot. She breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a plastic bag taped to the rear of it containing a key and a note. She turned around and awkwardly removed the bag and began tearing it open. She heard the key clatter to the floor. The nude girl sat down on the cold tile floor and, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, tried to pick it up. Thank god they keep this floor clean, she thought, as she finally managed to retrieve the key and began fumbling around trying to put it in the handcuffs lock. The key fell again to the floor. A couple of more attempts brought the same results. This is no good, she thought, aware that a bar bathroom probably wouldn't remain vacant for long. With an effort she struggled to her feet and, bending over at the waist, attempted to slide her handcuffed wrists past her butt. The cuffs bit into her wrists as she strained but she finally felt them slip past to her rear thighs. Then, sitting down again, she brought her legs through freeing her arms. With her arms now in front of her the process of retrieving the key and unlocking the cuffs was much easier and they soon snapped open. Rebecca tossed them into the wastebasket and, grabbing the note, fled into one of the stalls to read it.