He Hides in a Stall

In a panic, Sam ran into one of the stall near the middle of the room, closed the door and locked it behind him.

"Helloooooooo," a young woman's voice echoed through the room. Sam heard her step onto the tile and walk up and down the row of stalls.

"I thought I heard someone come in heeeeere," she said. "And the could only mean one thing..."

Sam heard the sound of a door flung open and slamming against the stalls.

"There's some big, juicy dick in here for me."

Sam kept quiet, but was panicking. He didn't know what to do. He thought about making a break for it, but for all he knew the woman locked the bathroom door, or had backup, or who the fuck could guess. The tension built up. Every minute or so, he heard another door slam. Eventually, she would find him and he'd be trapped. The thought of it made his rock hard cock even harder...

"Damn it, Sam you have to focus!" He thought to himself.

The way he saw it he had a few options: He could wait for her to knock on his door, then try to bust out and run past her. He could try and crawl into a stall she'd already checked and sneak out. Or he could surrender and see if she'd cut him a deal to get out of the maze.