Eyes

There she was, a college-age girl who looked younger in her very lacy, purple-white-black-white party dress with make up that was purple on a white foundation. But most noticeable, almost unavoidable, was the black eyes surrounded by black mascara. Eyes that seldom blinked.

And she stood in front of Hiroshi's only way out of the women's room stall. To say the college-age guy turned a small, soft and smooth, twenty-odd-something, woman sex officer felt awkward was an understatement. He was sitting on a toilet seat with her twat and ass (as well as her C cup tits) naked and free to be used by anybody and everybody over 18, man or...woman. He dared not resist.

But if he did, other slops would come in and help this or any other perv to do what they wanted with the body he was now in.

Or that had been his fantasy before he became trapped on the other side of it.

Hiroshi tried to find Misao's voice.

"I like to watch," the lolita goth finally said.

"I'm just, just going to, that is, I came into...."

"Pee? You already did that. On the floor. Over there. There's the puddle."

"No, I, uh, came in here to clean the, uh, slop out of her, uh, my, um, pussy."

"A slop doesn't have a pussy. Or a cunt. A slop has a twat. Always ready, but never wanting."

"Uh, right. So, if you don't mind...."

"I don't mind. I like to watch."