Jane, The Women's Washroom Attendant

Jane fidgetted with her assorted perfume bottles, gum packs, and straightened out her paper towels.

Looking at the tip tray she considered if it was too sparse or too weighted to encourage the most gracious of donations.

Jane breathed deeply missing the days she used to meander the floors and slip in and out for smokes. Looking at her reflection she frowned. She wondered when the years started catching up with her, having missing the draw of attention the heavily wrinkled blonde woman once held. Glancing at her make-up bag she contemplated caking more on.

Sighing deeply as she reluctantly admitted almost no one was going to see her here.

With a slight startle Jane questioned how she hadn’t noticed the entry, the shock quickly displaced by dismay as the blonde woman proceeded to look at every bottle of perfume on the counter, thumb through the different packs of gum, and hum innocuously as if this was just a casual thing to do.

“May I help you?” Jane inquired with her best customer service voice as she tried to keep her disgruntled mood veiled.

“Heyya Jane, I was thinking about maybe a spray of something. Anything you recommend?” The casual familiarity of the voice gave Jane pause, provoking questions of ‘Do I even know this woman' as Jane couldn’t help but step back as the woman looked up at her through the mirror.

“Corrina…” Jane couldn’t help but look up and down the bartender marvelling at how she hadn’t noticed the curves on the bartender sooner.

Looking down at her own DD implants riding high on her chest Jane had to question if Corrina had some how had work done.

Jane felt like some sort of daze was falling over her mind the longer she looked Corrina up and down, thoughts drifting slower as questions were displaced by admiration.

“It the tits right? I know they look like a drastic change.” Corrina remarked gazing around to see if they were alone in the room, her hand gently pulling her shirt up to pop the tits free into Jane's view as her green eyes focused on the retired stripper.

“How… Why…” Jane’s mind couldn’t make sense of why it had asked the questions, her gaze lapping between the ever closer bartenders beautiful face and hardened nipples.

In her daze Jane found her arousal growing, a lifetime of working in the strip club failing to temper the sudden attraction and allure she felt as her 5’4” stature grew dwarfed by the taller bartender as she fondled herself and massaged liquid from a nipple.

Glancing to the washroom door and trying to listen carefully over the music out on the floor Corrina grinned with the joy of a stalking predator, pulling the old retired stripper in to her chest and slipping a nipple in her mouth before she could object.

The momentary muffled objection and easily contained struggle quickly subsiding as a life of vices met a new fix.

Jane often warned the girls to stay away from the **** and parties, cautioning them about ending up in her position, 55 and having to hang out in washrooms on weekend nights to help get by.

But all that melted away as she tasted Corrina’s tit, flashes of all those high fun times dancing through her head. **** and **** fueled after parties, waking up in bed questioning if she had really slept with someone again.

Even a few thoughts of her submission and use by the club owner and Alice back before they were married.

Being popped free from the tit Jane hungered for another taste, unaware that Corrina had already accomplished her main task here.

Corrupting the assorted products Jane would share.

Breathing deeply Jane no longer craved a cigarette, feeling her mind floating happily on a buzz. Looking in the mirror she had to admit, she didn’t have that many wrinkles for her age.

Grabbing a corrupted makeup wipe from the counter Jane began to clean her face of the caked palette that she had been hiding beneath, unaware that with each pass she added to the corruption now within her, embracing its rejuvenation to exploit her.

Desiring her youth, and appearance to grace the pole once more.