Locked

The sight they continued to enjoy as Renee ran up to the girls restroom door. Only for it to be locked.

“Oh, come the fuck ON!” She whined. Before putting her hand back over her crotch and turning around. Not wanting to repeat the mistake of desperately fighting a door as people got to watch her wiggly bum bounce and shake as she yanked on the door knob. Turning around she found that every single comic nerd, and Clint, had found a recording device to immortalize this view. Some just had regular camera phones like Clint, others had high quality personal cameras, like the prepared Tim and Jacob. Who could zoom in to see the individual crotch hairs peeking out of Renee’s palm, or the sliver of her pink nipple slipping out from the crook of her arm.

Now backed up against the restroom door, with her eyes assaulted by flashing lights, Renee froze not knowing what to do. The owner had left just before the incident and her clothes were locked in the office, as well as her phone, wallet, and car keys. So even if she made it to the front exit, on the opposite side of the store, what would she do then? Streak ten miles home? NO WAY! The emergency exit would lead to the same problem, along with a timer for emergency service’s to get there. Leaving Renee streaking home while dodging cop cars. The only upside would be avoiding the eager crowd of horny boys that stood between her and the front exit. Looking over she saw the sign for the boys restroom, she thought for a second before dismissing that idea. Not knowing if a guy or two was in there right now.

Left with no other idea’s Renee squeezed her intimates even tighter, not knowing a nipple popped out from her arm, and stood stock still pressed against the women’s restroom door. To be startled by the sound of Clint’s voice coming from beside her “as much as I’d really like to continue the show, I really have to piss, so take this and please get to the counter.” Looking over she saw him toss a mass of black cloth. Her hands reflexively going to catch it. The resulting cheers and wild camera flashes quickly letting her know of the mistake. Causing her to hug the material to her body, recovering her pale squishy chest and decorated crotch.

Looking it over she found that it was a jacket. Wanting to put it on immediately she looked to Clint to ask if he could cover her while she did so, only to see the male restroom door close. Making Renee consider what she saw in him, with how he not only enjoys but adds to her embarrassment. “At least his nonchalant attitude is better than…” Renee thought in her head before turning her eyes to see the large group of boys eagerly waiting to see what she does. “Fuck” she cursed under her breath before biting the bullet of turning around so she could put the jacket on while only showing off one asset. The **** of camera flashes that followed and continued as she put the jacket on annoyed her to no end. Especially knowing what those pictures of her pale white booty would be used for in the, very soon, future.